Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 82824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Funny?” I asked, slowly moving away from her and slapping her ass.
She moved to lie down on the couch on her side. “I've been missing out,” she admitted, giving me a big smile.
I felt myself smiling back. “Just think of all the ways I coulda fucked you if I met you earlier.”
“Is it cheesy to say it was worth the wait?” she asked, watching as I walked toward the bathroom.
“Yeah,” I said, washing my hands before I turned to go back out. “But it's still nice to hear. You alright?” I asked, kneeling down next to the couch and pushing the hair out of her face. The bruise on her jaw was still angry looking, yellow and green mixing in with the purple and blue as it started to heal.
“I don't think alright is the right word,” she said, giving me a sleepy smile.
“No?”
“No. I think maybe amazing or phenomenal or holy fucking hell might work better.”
I gave her a small smile, reaching out and slipping my arms under her knees and back, pulling her to my chest, and walking us toward the bedroom.
“Nuh uh mister,” she said, nuzzling her head into my neck.
“No what?”
“Don't even think about fucking me again,” she clarified as I pushed back the covers on the bed.
“No?” I asked, chuckling.
“No,” she said firmly.
“Why not?”
“Because I need a nap first,” she said as I lowered her onto the bed.
I slipped in beside her, hauling her to my side. “I think I can give you that,” I said, feeling sleep pulling at my eyes too.
“You can fuck me in an hour or two,” she conceded a few minutes later, her voice drowsy from sleep.
“Sounds like a plan.”
And that was exactly what happened. I woke up to her kissing her way down my chest. And, well, I let her do that. But before she could make me come with that sweet little mouth of hers, I threw her onto her back and fucked her hard, legs on my shoulders. Then feet on my chest. Then legs on the mattress pressed together but cocked at a ninety-degree angle.
Then we got up and ate. She checked her laptop. I tossed in a movie. We watched it. Then we drifted off to sleep again.
I woke up early, too anxious to get more than a few hours of sleep put together. I went down into the basement and pushed myself through a punishing workout, trying to get my mind to clear so I could focus on how to get us out of such a shit situation. But one hour and a cold shower later, I was no closer to figuring out what to do.
Alex came walking out of the bedroom half an hour later, wearing one of my tees even though she had her own clothes again. Realizing that meant something had a weird swirling feeling moving across my stomach. I pushed it away when she walked up to me and pressed her forehead to my chest, her body disconnected from me. I felt myself chuckle, rubbing a hand up her back.
“Want some coffee?”
“Sure,” she said, moving away. “Lovely day,” she drawled, moving toward the window and watching the rain pour down in sheets as it had been doing since before I woke up.
I walked up behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist as I handed her the coffee with my other hand. My head dipped and I planted a kiss where her shoulder met her neck.
“You ain't shutting down on me already are you?”
I felt her back lean into my chest as she sipped her coffee. “Not yet.”
“Good then I can fuck you one more time before we go.”
“You can't be serious,” she said, shaking her head.
“Why not?”
“Because my legs feel like I ran the New York City marathon last night,” she bitched, but I could hear the smile in her voice.
My hand slid down her belly, moving up her thigh, and finding that while she put on my tee, she hadn't bothered with panties as I slid my hand against her pussy.
“Funny,” I said, nipping into her earlobe. “Your mouth is saying one thing, but your pussy is telling a whole different story.”
“You can't possibly want to...” her voice trailed off as I shifted my hips so my cock was pressing up against her ass, making it clear I very much did want to. “Oh,” she breathed out.
I smiled against her hair as I reached in front of me and pushed my pants down, grabbing the condom I had slipped into my pocket while I was getting dressed for just this reason. If we lived, her ass was going on the damn pill as soon as possible. I stopped stroking her pussy to slip on the condom then tuned her to face me, pressing her back up against the refrigerator.
Her leg lifted, wrapping around my hips and I slid inside her. Her eyes widened, watching me, as I started rocking my hips into her soft and sweet- something I had never really done before, but enjoying watching the surprise and pleasure spread across her features. Making her lips part, her lids get heavy. Her hands slid up my arms and went around the back of my neck, pulling me to her and pressing her lips against mine. Gentle. Silky. My hand went to the side of her face, cradling it as I continued by lazily stoking of our desire.
I had a blinding realization while I slipped inside her, swallowing her whimpers against my mouth. She had laid on my couch the night before after I fucked her and told me she had been missing out. Well, in a way, I had too.
Because soft and sweet had its own kind of merit.
Maybe it was just because it was Alex, but making love to her felt different. It felt like more. Like there was something passing between us other than bodies satisfying bodies.
Alex's lips pulled from mine and her eyes fluttered open, staying on mine as her whimpers became moans and I knew she was getting close.