Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
She finally pressed her lips against mine. I was done waiting.
“You ready?” I kneeled up between her legs and snatched the condom from beside her.
She opened her legs, wider. “And waiting.”
Fuuuck. I was going to come before I’d gotten the condom on.
I couldn’t tear my gaze from hers as I ripped open the foil. I leaned over her, nudging into her. It felt like a moment to be savored. To be remembered. Like this was my first time or something.
We locked eyes and I knew she felt the same.
Slowly, tortuously, I drove into her, trying to block out the pressure, the drag, the fucking bliss of it all. She arched against me and wrapped her hands over my shoulders. She gasped as I buried myself to the root and instinct took over. Two hundred thousand years of evolution and all I could think about was fucking her, coming in her, owning her.
“Sutton,” I groaned in a plea.
Her brows pinched and she nodded. She knew what I was asking without me having to say the words. It was the permission I needed to let my instinct off the lead.
I plowed into her, driving deeper and harder and faster, just wanting to take more and more and more until I had all of her. I dipped my head, took a perfunctory kiss from her lips as if I were refueling.
Her nails dug into my shoulders and the flash of pain seemed to ramp up every sensation I was feeling. My orgasm strained, desperate to be released.
Fuck.
I didn’t want this to be over this quickly. Not that I couldn’t fuck her again, but this time, the first time—I wanted to savor it, make it last, stretch it out like molten toffee.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I had to stop or it was going to be over too soon.
I stilled inside her, but the sensation of her surrounding me was too intense. “I need a minute,” I said, pulling out and rolling to my back. I needed to think about scrap metal and paving stones—something inert and inane. Anything but the hot slide of her pussy and the bite of her fingernails. Anything but the parting of her lips and the smooth softness of her skin.
She turned on her side and propped her head up on her hand. After a beat, she said, “It’s like you’ve undressed me body and soul.” I swallowed as she trailed her fingers from my stomach to my chest. “It feels like you’re in my head, reading my mind, knowing me.”
That’s exactly how it felt. This wasn’t just sex with a woman I’d met a few hours ago. We had a connection. Lying here together had significance. She pushed herself up and hooked her leg over my hips, positioning herself at the top of my thighs. She began to move, rubbing herself at the root of me. She stopped and tipped her head back.
“This,” she said. “What you do to my body . . .” She shook her head. “It shouldn’t be like that.”
It was like my thoughts were coming out of her mouth. Like she was feeling every sensation I experienced, every notion buzzing through my mind.
She lifted herself and I grasped the base of my cock. As she slid onto me, she took long, deep breaths as if she was going to boil over.
I knew that feeling.
She started to move, slowly but with confidence, somehow knowing exactly how much I could take. I circled my hands at her tiny waist, and watched in awe as she moved against me.
I pulled one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and in response she circled her hips, intensifying the sensation at the base of my stomach.
How was it possible to be so into someone that I’d only just met?
I cupped her breasts, let them fall, then smoothed my hands over her hips, slowly transferring responsibility from her to me as I began to rock her backward and forward in slow, intensive movements that felt so good I wanted to call in sick for a week, just so we could do this—twenty-four hours a day.
This time, my orgasm didn’t appear out of nowhere, threating to go off in a nanosecond. This time, my climax called before it told me it was coming, then sauntered toward me like it had all the time in the world. The buildup was slow and steady and inevitable. There would be no holding back this time.
“Sutton,” I boomed.
She tipped her head forward. “So close.”
She squeezed me as I moved her hips and I was lost. Electric sparks jumped between us and she shuddered beneath my fingers, like her entire body was convulsing in pleasure. I pushed up into her, holding her hips tight, needing to be so deep that I’d never come back. The tendons in my neck and every muscle in my body all joined to focus on pouring myself into her.