Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
I thought I might start crying again, and I nodded, a smile breaking out over my face. “I love you too,” I told him. “I’ve loved you for so long. It’s a part of me, it feels like it always has been, and…”
The rest of what I was going to say was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed me.
I gasped instinctively, clinging to him as his tongue slid into my mouth, stroking slowly, sensuously. He knew my body so well by now, knew exactly how to touch me and make me feel like I was turning into a puddle of lava, hot and melting and so very desperate for him.
Michael worked his hands underneath my body, then hoisted me up, and I moaned into his mouth. He carried me so effortlessly, like I weighed nothing. We didn’t stop kissing the entire time as he carried me through the house and up the stair, not once pausing, a man on a mission. I didn’t ever want to stop kissing him. Even breathing felt like a nuisance since it meant that I had to pause, take my mouth away from his.
Michael shouldered open the door to his bedroom, laying me down in the bed. He tried to pull away, either to start undressing or perhaps to go down on me again, but I didn’t want him to leave me for an instant. I wanted the weight of him still on top of me, while we still could, before my belly got too big for such an intimate position.
I didn’t even have to speak, to explain. Michael just settled his weight on top of me, between my legs, and I wrapped my arms around him. Holding him. God he was so firm and heavy against me. I could feel him hard, rutting against me, making me so very well. It felt like this was what we were made for, like everything else was just… extraneous. Like we were making a universe.
We managed to work off our clothes, but slowly, yanking and tugging as we continued to kiss. Michael pressed his mouth to every inch of my skin that he could reach without moving, and I found myself doing the same, trying to mark him with my mouth, like my lips were stained with ink and I could leave a forever mark of where I had been, the territory that I had claimed.
“Beautiful,” Michael murmured, his fingers sliding inside of me, stroking right up against the spot that made me see stars, made my hips jolt and shake for him. Over and over, he kept saying that. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.”
I felt like I was being worshipped.
I had never exactly been the most romantic of people. I had never needed roses or chocolates. I didn’t understand the big deal about Paris. But I had read romantic poetry in my time, and now…now I understood why poets were always comparing sex to religion. Pablo Neruda, the Song of Solomon, Leonard Cohen… I understood it now.
Because Michael sliding into me, joining with me as we both gasped and clung to each other…
It was like a revelation.
Chapter Thirty-Three: Michael
Being with Stevie again, sliding into her—I swear my world went white for a moment. Nothing else in the world seemed to exist but her. I was so full of joy and relief, so glad that I finally got to be with her properly… and the rest of the things in my life fell away, leaving nothing but her, my desire for her. I didn’t even feel like a person, just a supplicant, worshipping at her alter.
This was everything I had ever wanted, everything I had given up on. That elusive, insane, deep connection with another person. I never wanted to leave this moment. I moved inside of her instinctively, knowing just what would make her gasp and cry out. When she said my name, I felt a surge of victory and possessiveness like nothing I’d ever felt before, like it consumed my entire being. I wanted to bring her pleasure over and over until neither of us could move any more, until we were utterly spent.
I pressed my mouth to hers as I sped up, chasing the end, and Stevie dug her nails into my back, rolling her hips. I could feel her orgasm, the way that she clenched and rippled around me, and it only made me feel that much more on fire, added gasoline to an already roaring flame.
The sound of her cry against my mouth as she finished coming was the sweetest noise I’d ever heard.
She held me, encouraging me as I chased my final high, whispering in my ear. “I want to feel you,” she whispered. “I love when you come inside of me, the way that you mark me up, the way that you claim me, please… oh Michael please…”