Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Long enough,” she decided as she moved in closer, her breasts crushing against my chest as she angled her head up, waiting for my lips to claim hers.
She didn’t have to wait long.
The second our lips meant, all our restraint fled our bodies.
Her hands were yanking at my jacket, pulling it off my shoulders, then setting to work on my shirt buttons, letting out little frustrated grumbles against my lips as her fingers fumbled.
My hands slipped up, grabbing the waistbands of her pants and panties, and drawing them down her legs.
She stepped obediently out of them as she finally freed my last button, then pushed the material away before running her hands over my chest, down my stomach, then working my button and zipper down to free my cock.
She fisted me, stroking me as my fingers slipped between her thighs, finding her already soaking wet for me.
“Fuck,” I growled, grabbing her, turning her to bend her over the kitchen island, then dropping down behind her, spreading her legs, then running my tongue up her pussy, toying with her clit until she was writhing and whimpering.
Unable to wait another moment, I stood, moved in behind her, and slammed deep inside of her.
“Oh, fuck, I missed this,” I groaned as my cock settled deep, her pussy tightening around me, holding me tight.
Claire’s response was a loud moan.
I didn’t have the patience to take my time, to drag this out. It had been too long. We were both too desperate to explore.
I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her, spurred on by the way her sighs and whimpers became moans, then cries as she got closer, as her pussy got tighter.
“Come for me,” I demanded, close to losing it myself. “Fuck… yeah,” I groaned as her pussy pulsed around my cock as she cried out her release, taking me with her.
“So… am I well again now?” I asked, watching her turn to look at me, a smile toying with her lips.
“I think it might be a very vital part of your recovery to get lots of… exercise now,” she said, making a laugh burst out of me. “I should probably get my pants back on before your mom gets back,” she said, pushing up, then moving away from me as I tucked myself away.
She shot me a mischievous smile as she yanked her pants up her legs.
And I couldn’t wait to spend a lifetime trying to find a few minutes to be adults together.
I had to get my sisters to try to figure out what kind of ring she would like.
Then get to work on this forever thing.
Claire - 10 months
“For the love of God, don’t give Judah the ring until he gets up to the altar,” Smush demanded to whoever was outside of the door of the venue, before closing it and shooting me a smile. “Men,” she said, shaking her head. “You have to remind them of the most basic things. Okay. You’re not dressed,” she said, head tipping to the side as she looked at me. “And… you’re… green.”
“Ugh,” I said, bending down to rest my head on the cool wood of the vanity.
“Are you sick?” she asked, jumping into what the family called ‘Smush-mode,’ in which she was full of action and solutions. “Is it a nerves sick, or a ‘I ate something not right and things are… ugly’ kind of sick?” she asked, rushing around the suite.
As it turned out, Matteo Grassi, brother to the boss, Luca, had a legitimate business of event venues.
Including the one I was supposed to be getting married in within the next few hours.
The venue came complete with private suites for the bride and groom, equipped with a full bathroom and a seating room, as well as separate rooms for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to get themselves ready.
I’d been in awe when I’d toured it a few weeks ago, when we’d been trying to decide which venue to choose.
It was a sun-soaked room, beautifully decorated in such a way that it would work for taking a bunch of lovely photographs.
Which I probably would need to do in under an hour. Even though I hadn’t even done my hair or put on a stitch of makeup yet.
What would be the point? When I could barely peel myself off of the bathroom floor?
A noise escaped me, a mix of a groan and a cry as my stomach roiled, making me worry that I was about to need to rush to the bathroom again, despite there being nothing left in my stomach.
“Okay. Let’s see. Ginger ale, saltines, and some nausea medicine,” she said, reaching for her phone, likely messaging one of the many family members who would be making their way over to the venue soon, since the Grassis liked to be early and chat before the actual events.