Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I bend to kiss her, pressing the small of her back so we slot together just like we’ve done from that first night together. Our tongues slide together and it’s so fucking cheesy but it feels like we’re moving as one person, or like she was designed just for me. She’s fucking incredible and I get to marry her. How the hell did I get so lucky?
I break our kiss to grab a condom.
“Do we have to?” she asks. “I’ve been tested and…everything. I mean, I’m fine.”
“Me too,” I say, a little too quickly. She doesn’t need to know that I got tested once a month until I met her. Since her, there’s been no one else.
There will never be again.
My cock strains at the thought of being inside her soon, but I’m going to force myself to be patient. I want to focus on Kate.
I walk us over to the bed and lay her down on her back. She props herself up on her elbows, releases the catch on her bra and discards it, and I remove her panties.
Smoothing my hands over her thighs, I spread her legs, and lick between them and up, up, up to her clit, over her stomach and between her breasts. She shudders underneath me, her quiet groans seeming to grip and release my cock like a fist. I take her nipple in my mouth and circle and suck. She bucks underneath me, her fingers in my hair, her leg wrapping around mine.
“Vincent,” she calls. “I want you. All of you.”
She lifts my chin from her breast and we lock gazes. “You’re a generous lover, always thinking about me, but right now—this time—I want it to be about us. I want you on me, over me, inside me.”
I growl. “Kate.” I shake my head. “I don’t know how long I’ll last if—”
She places her fingers over my lips. “Me neither.”
I rub my palms over my face and take a deep breath. “I’m about to lose points here,” I say.
“Well, I’ve already agreed to marry you. And etiquette demands that I give the ring back if I call things off before the wedding, and that’s not going to happen, so it looks like I’m stuck with you, no matter what.”
I chuckle, circle the base of my cock and anchor my hand on her hip. I press into her, slowly, carefully, trying not to be overawed at how good she feels.
At how good we are. Together.
I start to move. Tentatively at first, because I want to try and make this last, but it’s no use.
She feels too good. She’s tight and wet and the way she huffs out my name, claws at my chest—I just want to be closer, get closer.
She’s fucking irresistible.
I don’t know if it’s the relentless rhythm, but it’s only seconds before I feel her tighten around me.
“Vincent,” she cries. “Oh god.”
She’s close and thank god, because I can feel that rumble of my orgasm in the distance and it’s coming for me at speed.
She links her legs around my waist and I fuck and fuck and fuck and as she arches her back, my climax roars into the station like a freight train.
“Kate,” I call out. “Kate.”
Her hands cup my jaw and I open my eyes to find her gazing at me. I don’t need to hear her say it to know she loves me.
I press a kiss to her lips and slump on top of her.
My breathing returns to normal and I shift off her. She rolls and presses a kiss to my stomach.
“Shower next,” she says.
I don’t know if I can move, but I’m powerless to resist this woman. She takes me by the hand and leads me into the bathroom. “Sit here,” she says pointing at the marble bench at one end of the mammoth shower.
Exhausted, I do as she asks. I tip my head up as Kate turns on the water and a warm rain shower descends from across the ceiling.
“Wow. It’s like it’s raining,” she says.
Her body practically gleams under the water. She bends and presses a kiss to my lips. I reach for her hips but she pulls away, instead kneeling at my feet.
I can practically feel the blood rushing to my dick, as if every molecule is racing to be there first.
“Kate,” I say, shaking my head.
“I want to. You like giving me pleasure. I like giving you pleasure.” She circles my cock in her hand and I groan.
But I don’t stop her. She licks, kisses, scrapes and sucks and I can’t take my eyes off of her. Her tongue, her hands, the way her breasts move. The water running over her body.
“Fuck,” I call out as she takes me deep in her throat and groans.
I’m going to come. Again. I can’t stop. She’s just too…