Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
To this day, he was careful to always take me slowly because he didn’t want to inadvertently hurt me, especially when I wouldn’t be able to know he was hurting me.
He did no differently today.
His cock filled me so slowly.
Too slowly.
My mouth parted on a silent scream, and the spray from the shower head nearly choked me.
I couldn’t help but laugh in between coughing fits at the way I could always make things awkward when it came to sex.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I love that you can laugh when things are serious. I love that you forgive me when I don’t deserve to be forgiven. I love the way you feel around me. I love the way you smell. I love the way you make me happy, even when you’re at your saddest.”
And the tears started in that moment.
He was serious. He wasn’t playing games with my heart. He wasn’t going to hurt me again—at least not intentionally.
To be honest with myself, I could see that he regretted how he’d ended us. I’d seen the way he’d tried over the last couple of years. Now that I wasn’t so mad and able to see it with a clearer head, I knew that he may have made the initial break, but I’d kept us apart.
I’d tortured us both enough.
“I’m so sorry, Quinn,” I whispered brokenly against his forehead, pressing my lips to his nose, then his mouth, followed by his lips. “I’m sorry for torturing us both.”
He smoothed his hand down my face, then slowly started to move his hips.
I groaned against his lips, my eyes closing on their own accord.
“I’m so glad that it’s pain I can’t feel, and not pleasure,” I whispered against him.
He chuckled, and it sounded raspy and satisfied.
He liked what he could do to me.
His hips moved slowly—too slowly.
Yet no amount of urging on my part could make him speed up.
It was only as I lost the battle with my own control that his started to slip.
“Please, Quinn! Please!” I begged. “I need more.”
I needed it harder.
Faster.
Anything but this slow bullshit.
“Slow bullshit,” he chuckled.
“I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” I admitted, panting between breaths. “But I need more.”
His eyes caught mine, and then he thrust harder.
He was still taking care of me, but he wasn’t holding anything back anymore, either.
“Better?” he asked, his own breath coming in pants. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”
“So right,” I agreed. “This was never our problem, Quinn.”
He chuckled, pulling my hair tightly to one side so that my neck was exposed to his seeking mouth.
He bit and sucked his way down from my ear to the cords in my neck, making my already hard nipples pebble even further.
His chest hair was dragging deliciously against them with each thrust of his hips, and my toes once again started to curl as he worked me higher and higher.
One thing about learning sex with a person, you knew exactly what they liked and didn’t like.
And we’d had so long to learn over the years that he knew exactly what to do to get me where I needed to be.
He changed the direction of his thrusts, coming in at a more upward angle, and I self-combusted.
I flew high, my head falling back with a hard slam.
But his hand was there to cushion the blow, one of my legs drooping in his haste to make sure I didn’t hurt myself.
But he didn’t stop.
He fucked me harder, faster.
He kissed me hard, and then all I could think about was how good he felt.
How he could make me feel like I was a star going super nova.
“Shiiiit,” he growled against my lips. “You’re squeezing me so hard…”
He came.
I felt his belly tense.
Felt his cock start jerking.
And then he was filling me with his seed.
My foot dangled uselessly because I was too exhausted to move, let alone hold myself up.
Which he noticed not long after as he pulled his hand away from the back of my head.
“You’re so cute.” He chuckled, causing my insides to squeeze. “And you’re killing me.”
I reluctantly stood on both of my weak-kneed legs when he dropped his hold on my ass.
Once he was sure I was going to stay standing, he pulled away and bent down to reach for the bar of soap.
And, since I couldn’t stop myself, I poked him in the butt with a finger.
He jumped and started to go down, then caught himself on the door with a scowl on his face.
“Not funny.” He glared.
I spread my fingers a bit and said, “It was. Just a little.”
He handed me the soap and said, “You might want to wash that finger off.”
I did.
And the rest of me that had gotten dirty.
Absqualate: (v) to leave without saying good bye
—Text from Shayne to Quinn
SHAYNE
Hours later, sexed beyond sexed, I lay in an exhausted heap against his solid chest.