Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
"Wilson." I’m breathless when I speak, and his hand pulls out of me. I look over my shoulder at him, and he bends to kiss my lips.
Opening the shower door to step out, he holds his hand out to me, and I take it. He dries me off and then himself, grabbing my hands again, I follow him to my bed. Truth be told, I would probably follow him anywhere. I stand in front of him beside my bed, and he whispers the words again. "I need you."
I get on the bed and open my legs to him. Holding out my hand, he puts one knee on the bed and rests in the middle of my legs. "I need you," I tell him, my heart hammering in my chest as I look at him in the darkness. My eyes search for his. "Please," I whisper.
Chapter 32
Wilson
"I need you," she says, and I want to tell her that I’ll give her whatever she needs. She searches for my eyes in the dark. "Please." She arches her back and whispers to me. I rub my cock up and down her slit and then slowly slide into her. The sounds of our moans fill the room as I slide in and out of her. I fall forward, rubbing my nose along hers as I move inside her. Our lips graze each other every time I thrust up. Her legs move up, and she arches her back and tilts her hips, making me go deeper. I take her lips with mine as I thrust into her. Her hands come up to grip the pillow under her. "Wilson." She lets go of my lips to pant out my name. "Faster."
"No." I slide into her softly again. My eyes look into hers, and I slide in and out of her, taking all the time in the world. I want this moment to last. I want this moment forever.
"I’m right there." She tries to speed up my thrusts by moving her hips. "Right there."
My mouth covers hers as she comes on my cock, pulsing over and over again, and when she finishes, I let myself go. I thrust into her hard and then come with her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist.
I fall to the side and take her with me. She kisses my chest as my arms wrap around her. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but instead of saying them, I roll away from her to go to the bathroom. When I get back into bed, she is softly snoring as I pull her to me. "Good night, Frances." I kiss her head, and in a couple of seconds, I’m snoring with her.
The smell of coffee wakes me up, and I blink several times when the sun hits my eyes. It takes me a couple of seconds to remember where I am. Her smell is all around me, and when I reach for her, my hand comes up empty. Getting up on my elbow, I look over and see the bed empty. "Frances." I call her name and don’t hear her anywhere. I get out of bed and go to my bag, grabbing a pair of boxers.
I can hear her voice coming through the house when I step out of the bedroom. I walk down the steps. "I’m not kidding, Dad, you say even one wrong thing, and I’m out." I follow her voice. "Trust me, if he didn’t ask to sit down with you, I wouldn’t be doing this." Making my way into the kitchen, I see her wearing my T-shirt as she puts the milk away in the fridge. "Good, so we are on the same page. I’ll see you in about an hour.” She turns and sees me there. “I love you, too,” she says and places the phone on the counter in front of her. “Good morning.”
“Hey,” I say, walking around the counter and taking her in my arms. Her face lies on my chest. “How long have you been up?”
“Not long.” She doesn’t move from my arms but instead wraps her own arms around my waist. "Did I wake you?"
"No." My arms drop to my sides as she walks over and grabs the two cups of coffee in her hands.
"I was going to wake you up once I made you coffee." She hands me one of the cups in her hand. "I called my father." I lean into the counter and look at her.
"I heard," I say softly, taking a gulp of the coffee. "You don’t have to come with me." I watch her face. "You guys just started talking again. I don’t want to be the one who puts a wedge back into it."
"Wilson." She glares at me. "If you think for one second you are going to sit down and have a conversation without me, you are sadly mistaken." She shakes her head.