Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Good,” he says. “I’m going to undress now. I want you to watch me. I want to see your reaction to every part of me.”
Not a hardship for sure. My head turned, I watch as he stands before me, peeling the clothes from his body.
His blue-and-white button-down shirt is wrinkled, probably from staying up all night working with Buck. He unbuttons it slowly, and though I want him to go quicker, I can’t help but be mesmerized at every inch of new flesh that is revealed.
I remember.
I remember his smooth porcelain skin, his broad shoulders, his tanned nipples, and his glorious abs.
When he finally parts the shirt, slides it off his shoulders, and throws it to the floor, I suck in a breath as he fiddles with his belt.
Once it’s unbuckled, he unzips his fly and kicks his shoes off before he slides the jeans over his hips.
He wears boxer briefs, and they’re light blue, nearly matching the color of his eyes. Once his jeans are history he toes off his socks. Then he slides his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs.
My body throbs.
Down go the boxer briefs, and his huge and majestic cock springs forward, so ready.
And I’m so ready for it.
He grabs his jeans, pulls out a condom, and quickly sheaths his cock.
Within another second, he’s on top of me, hovering over me, the head of his dick teasing my clit.
I could explode again. I could shatter so easily, but I hold myself back. My body is spent already, and what I want—what I really, really want—is to feel him slide inside me.
“Are you ready for me?” Leif’s voice is low and raspy.
“God, yes,” I breathe out on a sigh.
“I’m going to sink into your pussy, Kelly.”
“Please…”
“Look at me. Watch me as I sink my cock into you.”
Does he want me to look in his eyes? Or between us, at our joining?
I choose his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. I meet his gaze, and I don’t let go.
And with one smooth thrust, he enters me.
Such fullness. Such completion.
Again he burns through me as if cleansing me.
Is this what I need? To be cleansed every time? Or can I just accept that I like this feeling? That I like…him?
He pulls out and pushes back in, and then again.
Each time he pulls out, I want to whimper at the loss, but he thrusts back in hard each time, and that feeling of fullness, of completion, drugs me.
It’s a high. A high from the feeling of him inside me.
I never want it to end.
Never could I imagine enjoying sex the way I do with Leif. After so much abuse through so much of my life, I never imagined I could want this. Feel this. Revel in this.
He fucks me. He fucks me and he fucks me and he fucks me.
And I realize I don’t need another orgasm.
All I need is this.
Leif, inside me, making me complete.
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LEIF
I won’t last much longer, and I would love for Kelly to come again, but she shows no signs of it. I could slide my hand between our bodies, massage her clit. That would get her going.
But her face is beautiful, serene. Her lips are slightly curved into a Mona Lisa smile. Her gaze hasn’t wavered from mine, and I can’t look away.
Something hypnotic is happening between us, as if our eyes are locked on each other.
And the more I thrust—the more I come closer and closer to release—the stronger the hypnosis between us becomes.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
And then—
“My God!” I plunge into her, letting go.
Each pulse from my cock radiates through me, and the climax both relaxes and tenses me.
Feelings of utter joy spill into me, but it’s more than that. It’s like a lightning strike, but instead of being harmful, it’s transcendent, unparalleled. Perfect in so many ways.
Lightning is struck between Kelly and me.
My life will never be the same.
I don’t want to pull out of her, so I stay—our bodies and our gazes joined—for a few timeless moments.
When I finally need to rest my arms, I roll off of her, so sad at the loss of her warmth around me.
I sigh, the hypnosis between our gazes finally releasing.
I roll onto my back, close my eyes, my arm over my forehead.
And I drift away.
I drift away into peaceful slumber.
My eyes pop open at the sound of my cell phone ringing. I jerk upward, still naked in my bed.
“Kelly?”
But she’s gone. The space next to me is empty. Perhaps she’s in the bathroom, or she went out into the kitchen or living room.
I rise, grab my cell phone out of the pocket of my jeans. It’s Buck.
“Hey,” I say into the phone.
“Phoenix, I’m glad I caught you.”
“What’s up?”
“Aspen and I have to leave town for a few days.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine, but her mom has to go in for some routine surgery, and she wants to be there.”