Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“I love the way you move,” I growl in between kisses.
“Yes,” she agrees. Her hands slide from my shoulders into my hair, gripping tight as I curl my free hand around her hip and squeeze.
She rocks against me, grinding down on my lap. I groan into her mouth because damn, she feels good. Better than good. Perfect. Like sweet truth and a delicious lie all wrapped up in one sexy package.
“Too many clothes,” she breathes against my lips. “You’re wearing way too many fucking clothes.”
“You’re so right.” I kiss along her jaw, down her throat, tasting salt and perfume and the rapid flutter of her pulse as she tugs at my shirt. “Here, let me help.” I pull away from her lips just long enough to rip my T-shirt over my head.
I barely have time to toss it to the cushion beside me before her hands are on my chest, her nails scraping over my skin.
And yes. Hell, yes.
This is all I want, this woman clawing at me like she can’t get enough, and the knowledge that I’m free to return the favor.
I drag her dress straps down her arms. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sight of her naked from the waist up, backlit by string lights and panting for me, is enough to make my cock start to leak.
I bend, sucking a nipple into my mouth, pulling gently before teasing her with my teeth. She arches into me with a gasp that sounds like my name as her fingers tighten in my hair, holding me in place. I give her other breast the same devoted attention while my hand glides up her thigh, under her dress, finding the lace edge of her panties.
“Yes,” she says. “Inside me. Now. Just pull them to the side.”
Always eager to do as my lady wishes, I hook my fingers in the elastic, and fuck…
Fuck, she’s wet, so slick and drenched for me that the last of the blood in my body surges between my legs as I tease my fingers up and down.
I stroke her slow, deep, remembering how she likes it. Needs it. Just a few seconds later, the last vestiges of controlled, composed Charlotte vanish, replaced by a woman shamelessly rocking into my fingers, making sounds that are going to haunt my dreams in the best way.
“Inside,” she demands, breathless and needy. “Now, Nix. God, now.”
“Bossy,” I tease, but I’m already working my belt open, already lifting her so I can shove my jeans and boxers down enough to free my cock.
The second my throbbing length is bare, she reaches between us, wrapping her hand around me. I nearly blackout from the sensation. She strokes me hard once, twice, before positioning me exactly where we both need me to be.
We established in June that we’re STD-free and she can’t get pregnant so there’s no need to worry.
Or to hesitate…
She sinks down on me in one smooth motion, ripping twin sounds of gratitude from our throats that prove how desperately we needed this.
God, I needed this, needed her.
Needed her pussy hot and tight and perfect around me, and her head falling back as she relishes every inch.
She rides me hard and fast, rolling her hips with a grace, an ease that makes it feel like we’ve been fucking for years. Or should have been fucking for years.
I swear to God, it feels like she was made for me. Made to squeeze every inch of me, made to shake me to my fucking core and erase the thought of every other woman—past or future—from my mind.
How could any other woman compare to this?
To the way she feels. To the sexy-as-fuck sounds she makes. To the sight of her small breasts bouncing with each rock of her hips, the sheen of sweat on her skin that I lick from her neck before capturing her mouth again.
I kiss her deep, wild as I slide a hand between us, finding her clit. She jerks against me, gasping into my mouth as I rub her in deep circles, matching her rhythm.
“Nix,” she pants as she begins to tremble. “Oh, God, Nix.”
The feel of her clenching around me, pulsing with her orgasm, soaking my cock in her heat pulls me into the spiral. My balls clench, and my internal organs rearrange themselves as I grip her hips hard and shove up, burying myself deep as I let go, losing myself as I fill her.
And fuck, it’s as hot as it was the first time…
Hotter…
Probably because I’ve been dreaming about coming inside this woman again since the night I was lucky enough to do it the first time.
For a long moment after, we sit panting, her forehead resting against mine as our ragged breath slows. Smooths.
Finally, I manage, “Ten out of ten. Would definitely do again.”
“Totally a ten,” she agrees, her voice still shaky. “But we can’t. We really can’t.”