Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He moves inside me with a quiet certainty, like this was destined to happen, and I think it was. It feels right, like nothing else ever has.
Our bodies dance together as if we’ve done this countless times before, but also like each stroke and thrust and touch is a revelation, new and unbelievably wonderful.
His cock fills me so completely, his powerful body keeps up a steady rhythm, and his hands and mouth never let me forget his focus is solely on my pleasure.
It makes me want to give him every bit of myself, and though I’m not holding back and I trust him completely, the impulse still scares me.
Andrew seems to sense the shift. “You okay?” He tips my chin toward him and studies my face.
I squeeze one of his shoulders and nuzzle into his chest. “I’m so good. Don’t stop.”
He slides a hand over my hair, soothing me, cupping my head in his palm, as his other hand does the very opposite of soothing. His fingers find space between us to focus on my clit, pressing and rubbing until I’m muffling my mouth into his shoulder to keep from screaming my pleasure for the whole house to hear.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I pant near his ear, until I can speak no more. My hips angle toward him, my body seizes in ecstasy, and I fall apart as his embrace keeps me secure enough to fully let go.
I unravel, everything in me that I’ve been holding so tightly is set free. I surrender to it all, and after a long, blissful moment, come out stronger on the other side.
Andrew slows his pace, but stays rooted inside me. His arms hold me close as he kisses my forehead and strokes hair back from my cheeks.
Faintly, I become aware of the weather outside again, but here there’s only warmth and closeness.
As my heartbeat returns to its new normal, he starts to move faster inside me. His fingers work at my clit again, and to my complete surprise, he brings me to release one more time before he begins to seek his own. As I’m coming off another high, Andrew tenses inside me, then lets go, his hips pumping, his hands keeping me close, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
When it’s over, there’s a moment where he seems almost startled by all that’s happened, but after a blink, that look is gone, and he’s all about soothing me and attending to my needs.
“Was that good for you?” I ask. I’ve never been with a man who did so much giving and so very little taking.
“Kira.” He puts so much into the two short syllables of my name. How could you ask that? My god, are you kidding me? His tone of voice, his eyes, his touch, and every line and muscle that make up his expression are saying Fuck, that was incredible.
He brushes a hand lightly over my stomach, reverent. “Are you okay?”
“I’m so much more than okay.”
We kiss again, and it’s like a brand new thing. So much shared emotion, so much said with so few words.
We share a bond now, and even though it’s just emerging, it’s real, despite the complications that wait beyond this moment.
“What does this look like?” I ask. “With everything … with everyone.”
He props himself on one elbow, his expression thoughtful. “The three of us have shared a lot, but never a woman. As far as I know, none of us has ever done that.”
“And?”
He scrapes a hand over his head. His hair is always neat and tidy, but the way he ruffles it now makes me want to pull the covers over our heads and disappear with him for a while longer.
“This isn’t a normal situation,” he says. “We all care about you. Our lives are already tangled together in ways that don’t fit clean lines.”
Among the many things I’ve learned about Andrew is how much he values cleanliness and order, so I should be surprised when he says, “If it’s something you want to explore, we’ll do it carefully, with respect. No pressure.”
“I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“Neither do I.” He rubs his knuckles over my cheek with a tender touch. “Would you like to sleep in here tonight?”
The thought of leaving this cozy little world we’ve made tonight is not appealing. “Unless you think it’s a bad idea.”
“Nothing we can’t sort out in the morning.” He kisses my forehead, then takes himself off to his ensuite bathroom, returning two minutes later. He’s put on flannel pajama pants, but leaves his chest gloriously bare, perfect to cuddle into as soon as he gets back in bed.
His strong arms wrap around me as he kisses the top of my head. “Get some rest.”
As I listen to the wind howl outside, I know there are many questions left unresolved, but right now, they feel more like possibilities than threats.