Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Is this a ploy to get me to come back to your place?” she asked.
“Ah, you caught me,” I said, winking.
She threw her head back and laughed, and I watched her beautiful skin bare itself to me. How I had missed that sound. The peace and comfort that came over me was astounding. I got up and reached out my hand, offering it to her as her eyes came back to mine.
I was shocked when she slipped her hand against my palm.
I escorted her to her car. Then she followed me back to my place. She parked next to me and got out, swaying her hips a little deeper than she had before. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or if she was doing it intentionally, but it took every ounce of energy I had not to stare at her ass while she walked.
“What floor do you live on?” she asked as we entered the elevator.
“Ten,” I said.
“Then ten it is.”
She pressed the button and the elevator lurched to life. We stayed silent during the entire ride, but the tension pulsing between us was evident upon her skin. Her neck was flushed and she gripped her purse a little too tightly. Her chest moved a little more with each breath because she was intentionally trying to steady them. The need I had for her and the way my cock throbbed behind my pants was a reaction I hadn’t expected tonight.
When I got her alone in my apartment, the want to have her took over.
“So, where is this drink I was promised?” she asked.
Her voice was the only thing keeping me from slipping into my carnality.
“My best vintage for my best woman,” I said.
Keep a lid on it, Tyler. You’re going to fuck it up.
Her giggle was playful, so I took it for what it was. I headed to my kitchen and plucked a couple wine glasses from the cabinet, then opened a fresh bottle of red wine. I poured us each a steep glass before I walked them back over to her. Then I held up mine against hers and smiled.
“To answers, mysteries, and new beginnings. It’s good to be home,” I said.
“Here, here,” Ana said.
She sipped on her wine as she walked toward the windows of my living room. Her body was illuminated by the setting sun of Los Angeles, and the last sliver of light painted her skin in a warmth that made me ache for her. I chugged the wine down, trying to distract myself with its harsh taste, its burn.
All it did was lower my inhibitions.
I set my glass down and walked up beside her. I was shocked when I saw she had almost drained her glass as well. Before I could catch myself, I plucked it from her fingers and set it off to the side. She looked at me as the last patch of sun set beyond the horizon and the stars came out to play in her eyes. She turned flushed toward me. I felt her heat beating against my body. My eyes danced around her face before falling to her lips, and I could no longer hold myself back.
I bent my head to hers and captured the plump goodness of her lips. What I didn’t expect was for Ana to cave into my body.
Her hands slid up my torso as her knees gave out from underneath her. I wrapped my arms around her body and held her upright, pulling her as close to me as I could get her. I felt her tits press into my chest. Her stomach blanketed my abdomen. Her legs quivered against mine as her tongue pressed its way between my lips, coating me in her lip gloss. I groaned into her wetness, tasted her dessert and wine on the tip of her tongue. My chest heaved as I fisted her mounds of excess. I grabbed her ass and hoisted her against me, picking her off her feet as her arms tightened around my neck.
There was no going back, no taking anything back. Without another word spoken between us, I carried her voluptuous body into my bedroom.
Not much was set up, but my bed was, and I was going to test out my new frame with her luxurious form.
Ana
I didn’t need to be engaging in any of this, but a powerful part of myself had taken over. My rational mind had been buried underneath years of wanton dreams and whispered wonderings.
As my back hit the mattress, my passion for Tyler outweighed the anger I felt toward him. Our clothes came off in the blink of an eye as his lips slid along my skin. He nipped at my shoulder and kissed my neck, nibbled on my earlobe as his chiseled form pressed into my excess. His body felt so different, but his countenance was so recognizable. His warmth felt like home, and as his hands traveled along the edges of my body, I felt myself come alive underneath him.