Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“I don’t think that’s my fault,” I say, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter.
“Oh yeah?” he asks. “Did I do that to you?”
He gets to his feet and holds my gaze as he slides his hand down the front of my knickers. “Did I do this?” His fingers find my folds and he laughs. “Fuck, Eira. You’re so wet.”
My breaths are short. If I wasn’t holding myself up, my knees would have buckled by now.
He removes his fingers and brings them up, brushing them over my lips, painting my mouth. I’m sure I’m completely crimson. Then he slides his hand back between my thighs as he licks my wetness from my lips.
He groans. “You taste so fucking good. Sweet and sexy. I want it all.” His lips are back on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, searching for more as his fingers work faster and faster.
I gasp against his mouth as my pleasure mounts. I can barely breathe. He’s making me feel…so much all at once.
If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come.
“Fuck,” he says, pulling back from our kiss. “You feel fucking divine. I want all of your wetness wrapped around my cock.”
In less than a second, he pulls his t-shirt off and kicks off his jeans. His cock is flat against his stomach, and I can’t keep my eyes off it as it strains and bucks.
“Hold it,” he says. “Coat it. In you.”
I scan his face, looking for more direction, but he looks at me like I’m about to make all his dreams come true.
He steps forward and I pull in a breath. I reach down into my panties. I gasp at how wet I am. I’m not sure it’s even normal. I bring my hand to his cock and slide it over his length.
He growls as I touch him. “I’m fucking shimmering with you.”
Gaining confidence, I take him at the root and then with the other hand, guide his crown to my clit. My head falls back as the two connect and my skin scatters with goose bumps. All I can think of is him being inside me, stretching me, pulling all that feeling from me. But he wants something else first. A tease. A show.
I slide my knickers down a little so he can see my pussy, but only far enough to suggest I could pull them up at any moment and go back to my cheeseboard. It feels forbidden and dirty and oh so sexy.
I stand on tiptoes as I press his tip down so it slides between my thighs and the cotton of my underwear. He’s not going inside. Not from this angle. But I can get him almost as wet like this.
“Fuck, Eira.”
I make a fist around him and he pushes into it, hitting my clit as he does, feeling my folds take his crown. He pulls back and slams against me again.
“Jesus, I think I’m close,” he gasps.
I don’t even know where the condoms are. I didn’t expect to be at this point so quickly.
He pulls out and leans against me, pinning me to the kitchen counter, panting in my ear. I start to bring my hands to his chest.
“Don’t move or I’ll come,” he says softly.
Finally he steps away.
“Jesus. It’s like I’m sixteen and can’t keep it together when I’m with you,” he says.
I can’t help but blush. A man who looks like Dax is bound to have a lot of sex in his lifetime. The fact that I can cause him to become so unraveled so quickly is a badge I’ll wear with pride.
“It’s the same for me,” I say, doing my best to not breathe so I don’t make him climax.
“Those fucking knickers.”
I look down and then hook my thumbs through the sides and pull them up. The light pink has turned magenta.
Dax’s growl gets my attention and as I look up, he’s opening the condom packet. I hook my thumbs back into the sides of my underwear but he stops me.
“Leave them on.” He lifts me onto the counter, rolls on the condom and before I can ask him if I’m sitting on the cheeseboard, he pulls my underwear to the side and plows into me like the world is about to end and I’m the last thing he’s ever going to feel.
“Fuck, Eira,” he hisses through his teeth.
I’m clinging onto consciousness, fighting every urge I have to cry out. Partly because I don’t want to wake Guinevere and also because I don’t know if I could put myself back together if I let myself feel everything right now. I may not be able to go back to being the old me if I allow Dax to take me over so completely.
My skin vibrates from my fingertips to my clit, but maybe it’s not me. It could be that the entire world is shaking right now. Maybe we’re in the middle of an earthquake and I’m just assuming it’s down to the great sex. He pushes his hands over mine where they’re gripping the counter and circles my wrists, pinning me in place. Keeping me in this exact spot because it feels so good. He slams into me again and again and again as he mutters a string of profanities into my ear.