Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Con—” I don’t get to finish when he pushes inside me. Full. I feel so full, deliciously so. My hands that were gripping the sheets bury into his back as I lock my legs around his waist and hold on for the ride.
Chapter 12
Conrad
Fuck me.
I knew she would feel like heaven. However, I was in no way prepared for the actual experience—the feel of her heat, the silky smoothness of her body gripping mine like a vise. I’m buried as deep as I can go, and I’m afraid to move. I can’t move. I’m sure I’ll come with one more stroke. I need to breathe.
Just breathe, Riggins.
Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back to the ceiling of our fort and take a deep breath, slowly exhaling. That helped—a little. Lowering my head, I open my eyes, and what I see has me gritting my teeth. Aspen beneath me, her hair mussed, her lips swollen from our kisses. Her body flushed from her release, perky tits just begging for my mouth.
Her hands move from where they’re buried in my back to frame my face. “You with me?”
I’m more than with you, baby. “I’m right here,” I assure her.
She pulls me into a kiss. “Move, Con,” she whispers against my lips.
Never one to disappoint, I pull out and push back in. I fight to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. Never has a woman ever felt this good. Never. I want this to last forever, but I know the way my cock is throbbing inside her that it’s not going to, no matter how hard I try to make it happen. If you can’t beat them, you join them, right?
“Hold on to me,” I instruct, and she does exactly as she’s told, her hands gripping my back. Her nails dig in, and that only lights the fire inside me to flame even higher. “You’re perfect.” I drop a kiss to her lips and pull out, then push back in. This time I don’t stop as I set a steady pace of my hips rocking with her as I slide my cock in and out of her over and over.
My spine starts to tingle. That, mixed with the sting from the dig of her nails against my back and the vise that is her pussy is too much. With one more long, deep stroke, I still, spilling over inside her. She calls out my name. At the same time, hers falls from my lips.
Heaven.
This has to be what heaven feels like. Aspen’s pussy is heaven. That’s the only explanation. Knowing I need to separate us so she can clean up, I begrudgingly slide out of her and lie next to her, pulling her into my embrace.
“You’re incredible,” I declare, kissing her temple.
She taps her hands against my chest. “That,” she says, still groggy from her orgasm.
I know we need to get cleaned up, but I need just a few more minutes with her in my arms. I don’t know what will happen when we break this trance we’re in, and I need this. I need her. That’s a shocking realization. I’ve never needed a woman in my life. Never liked one enough to think about keeping her around. Aspen has changed that.
“Babe, I need to go grab something to clean you up with.”
“Shower.”
“The only way you’re going to shower is if I’m in there with you. I need you close right now.”
“I can’t walk, my legs are shaking, but I really do want a shower.” She looks up at me with those hazel eyes.
“Come on.” Reluctantly, I let her go and crawl buck-ass naked out of our fort, and help her stand before lifting her into my arms and carrying her upstairs. We take a shower, and although there’s a lot of touching and kissing, that’s as far as it goes. It’s the most intimate I’ve ever been with a woman. Sure, sex is intimate, but this…. We’re both naked, and it’s about the touch of my skin against hers and the sated look in her eyes. A look that’s also full of heat when her eyes find mine. It’s more than sex. It was us, and whatever this is between us burning bright. Touch by touch, we learned one another.
“I say we sleep in the fort tonight,” she says as we make our way back downstairs.
“We can do that.”
“Really?” She turns to look at me, her eyes bright.
“Sure. We worked hard on that fort. Besides, it holds some memories.”
“That it does,” she agrees.
We make our way back to the living room, and I turn off the TV before climbing back into our fort and pulling her into my arms. We spend the next hour making out like teenagers, my hands memorizing her, which leads to making love to her again before she drifts off to sleep.