Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
He murmured, “You feel so damn good,” as he ran both hands down my back and over the curve of my ass.
“So do you.” I nuzzled the spot between his neck and shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “Do you know how much I love you?”
“I do, because you’re always showing me.”
I sat up a bit, so I could see his face. His expression was relaxed and totally unguarded. He’d always been beautiful, but right now he absolutely took my breath away. And amazingly, he was looking back at me with just as much wonder and appreciation in his eyes.
When I told him, “I absolutely adore you,” the words didn’t feel like they were enough. I didn’t know how else to say it though, so I kissed him instead, deeply and urgently.
Our bodies took over where words fell short, lust spiking in us all over again. I reached for the bottle of lube I’d stashed in the nightstand and pressed it into his palm, and he knew exactly what I wanted him to do.
He sat up a bit, and I straddled his lap while he worked me open. I draped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him, and when he grazed my prostate I gasped against his lips.
As soon as I was ready, he held the base of his cock, and I eased myself onto it. I took every inch until I was sitting on his hips. Then I paused and took a deep breath. I felt incredibly full, and like I was stretched almost to my limit. He caressed my lower back and said, “You’re doing great, baby. Take your time.”
I started moving, slowly at first. He let me set the pace. To help steady me, he held up his hands, and I laced my fingers with his.
Then I started to pick up speed, moaning shamelessly as waves of pleasure rolled through me. As he thrust up off the mattress, driving himself deeper into me, I was in awe of how perfectly in sync we were.
When he murmured, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Collie,” it momentarily crossed my mind that my scar was on full display. But I absolutely did. Not. Care. So what if I had a mark on my chest? It was a remnant of the surgery that had given me the chance to live a long, full life.
It had given me a future with the man I loved.
I could feel my heart pounding, strong and steady. A wave of gratitude washed over me, mingling with everything I was feeling in that moment. I wanted to explain all of this to Miller, but it was too much to say.
Instead, I pressed his palm to my chest, so he could feel my heartbeat. He looked up at me, and when he smiled, I knew he got it. He understood what I was trying to say. He understood what was so special about this moment.
He understood everything.
A little later, I murmured, “I want you on top.” As much as I’d appreciated being able to start off at my pace, I was ready for him to take over.
He flipped me onto my back in one quick, smooth motion, lifting my ankles onto his shoulders before sinking into me. Taking control came naturally to him. He leaned in, folding me in half, and quickly found his rhythm. When I rasped, “Harder,” he grinned and obliged.
I was fascinated by this new side of him. He was usually so buttoned down, but now he was primal. It sent a thrill down my spine.
He braced his hands on either side of my head to steady himself, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing as he drove himself into me again and again, rocking the entire bed, making my head swim and my body hum with pleasure.
He was gorgeous, and intoxicating, and mine. I felt fiercely possessive of him in that moment. As if he could read my thoughts, he said in a rough whisper, “I’m yours, Collie. All of me.”
“I’m yours, too. Only yours.”
It randomly occurred to me that those whispered words sounded like vows, even more than the ones we’d recited in front of that wedding officiant as two near-strangers, all those weeks ago.
And that was my last coherent thought before he wrapped his fist around my cock and started jerking me off, layering pleasure on pleasure and flooding my senses.
I came right before he did, bucking and crying out as I grabbed onto him. While my orgasm was still spiraling through me, he started to come, filling me, claiming me in a way no one ever had.
Afterwards, both of us collapsed onto the mattress, panting and sweating and giddy with happiness. When he caught his breath, Miller admitted, “I was a little nervous. After waiting so long and building up that much anticipation, I was worried I wouldn’t live up to your expectations.”