Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she groans, and she presses her head against my shoulder. I can tell that she is getting close again, and the thought of her coming is enough to make my balls tingle. I know that I am not far from orgasm myself, and I want to bottom out deep inside of her. I slam myself into her again, again, again, until finally...
When I feel my cock twitch inside of her, it seems to be all that she needs to take herself over the edge. She tips her head back and lets out a moan so long and so loud that I am sure everyone else in the houses around us will hear it. I pull her close, our bodies flat against one another, and feel her pussy clench around my cock, over and over again, her relief and her release passing from her body to mine and back again as the pleasure takes control of us both.
I hold myself inside of her for a long while before I pull out, but finally, I withdraw from her once more, and I roll down onto the bed beside her. She laughs, rolls over too, and plants her hand against my chest. My heart is beating so fast I am certain that she must be able to feel it through my skin.
"Well, hey, neighbor," she greets me playfully, as though we’re just seeing each other for the first time. And honestly? Honestly, I feel like we are. And I can’t wait to find out what we have in store for each other next.
9
OLIVIA
When I wake the next morning, it’s to the sound of rain pattering on the windows – and the soft, slow breath of the man who is sleeping in bed next to me.
I roll over to face him, and smile. He stayed the night. Not that it would have mattered much if he had decided to go home or anything, since he’s so close by, but still – it's been a long time since I last woke up beside another person, and the sight of his handsome, angular face on the pillow beside me is everything I need right now.
As though sensing my eyes on him, he slowly opens his own, and grins at me when he sees me staring. He reaches for me under the covers, and pulls me against him into a warm embrace.
"Well, hey," he murmurs throatily.
"Didn’t expect you to stay the night," I remark, and he cocks an eyebrow at me.
"You expected me to dump you before you even woke up?”
"Something like that," I confess, and he laughs, plants a kiss on my cheek.
"You know, it’s a good thing you’re so damn cute," he tells me. "Otherwise I might be insulted that you really thought I would just dump you after last night. You want some breakfast?"
"That would be lovely," I reply, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. Which I know is crazy, after everything that we did last night, but I can’t help it. Something about this guy, about his confidence, about the certainty in the way he carries himself, makes me feel fluttery inside in the best way possible.
He heads downstairs, and I toss on a pair of panties and a shirt and follow him. He seems to know his way around this place, and doesn’t wait around. He makes us something to eat – eggs and bacon, some toast and some juice.
"I thought guys like you didn’t need to learn how to cook," I remark as he hands me a plate to take out onto the back porch since the rain has stopped.
"We don’t need to, we choose to," he replies, offering me a warm smile as he joins me. There is a small table with a couple of chairs outside, and the sun that is clearing the clouds above us is gorgeous and welcoming.
"Good to know," I tell him. I feel giddy, like I have no idea how to keep the smile off of my face right now. There’s just something so... so thrilling about him. Something that makes it hard for my dumb ass to think straight.
"Can I ask you something?" he wonders aloud, and I nod.
"Of course."
"Did you want me to see you yesterday so I would come here?”
I grin at him, and nod again. There’s no point denying the truth.
"I thought you were sexy when I first saw you, I just didn’t really know how to say it," I confess. "So I thought... well, it got the message across, right?"
"It sure did," he agrees, and he slides his hand over mine on the table. I feel dizzy. Something as simple as his touch is enough to make me feel like I am going to swoon.
"How long are you going to be here?” he asks me softly.