Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Fuck, it’s such a tight fit,” he says with a raspy groan. “It’s like your pussy is trying to strangle the life out of my dick.”
Those gruff words send a tidal wave of sensation crashing over me.
I’m so wet that he’s able to slide in and out with ease. It’s nothing like the first time when he had to carefully inch his way inside me.
“As much as I want to make this last, there’s no way that’s going to happen.”
His larger body presses against mine as his hips piston. The only sound that can be heard in the silence of the room is our harsh breaths mingled with the slapping of skin. He gathers up the thick strands of my hair and holds them tight until it becomes necessary to tilt my head. My scalp stings as pleasure sizzles through my veins before settling deep in my core. An orgasm builds like an impending storm. The possessiveness of his hold and the way he pins my smaller body to the mattress has me on the verge of coming. When he presses the tip of his finger against my rosebud, I come unhinged and splinter apart.
My eyes feather closed as I cry out. His movements become more frenzied as he finds his own release. The warmth of his orgasm paints my womb. Nothing has ever felt more amazing than when our bodies are in perfect synchronicity. My inner muscles clench, squeezing him, milking every last drop from his cock until there is nothing left to give. Until I’ve completely drained him and he’s huffing out a breath, collapsing on top of me in a heap of well-honed muscle.
“Fuck,” he mutters, sounding like he needs to catch his breath.
A tiny smile quirks the corners of my lips. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more satiated in my life. And that has everything to do with the man still pulsing inside my body.
With his hand locked around my hair, he turns my head until the side of my neck is bared to him. His lips graze the delicate flesh, teeth scraping over me before sinking into the tender skin. Air clogs my throat as he pins me in place, marking me as his.
We stay fused together for a handful of minutes before he carefully slips from my exhausted body. A keen sense of loss suffuses me at his withdrawal. It’s as if we’re connected and whole when he’s buried deep within me and severed into two broken pieces when we’re not.
The cool air of the room drifts over my exposed skin as he disappears inside the bathroom. I squeeze my eyes tightly closed and attempt to regain my bearings on the emotions that are rampaging through me. My eyelids spring open in surprise when a warm cloth is pressed to my pussy. When I struggle, he places a hand against the small of my back to hold me in place.
“Let me clean you off.”
“You don’t have to. I can do it myself,” I say, embarrassment flaming through me. After everything we just did, this shouldn’t be a big deal and yet, it feels incredibly intimate.
“I want to.” His voice softens. “So let me.”
That’s all it takes for the fight to drain from me as I allow him to wipe away our combined arousal. I have to admit that the heat pressed against my abraded flesh feels good. My muscles loosen as I sink into the mattress.
Once finished, he places a kiss against my swollen lips before padding back to the bathroom. I roll onto my side and curl up in a tight ball. A handful of seconds later, he returns and gathers me into his strong arms, pulling me against his chest so that his bigger body can cradle mine protectively.
It doesn’t take long for my eyelids to grow heavy, drifting shut as exhaustion sucks me under and sleep claims me.
DELILAH
When I finally surface again, night has fallen, and darkness blankets the spacious room. Cast in shadows, nothing looks familiar. For just a moment, I’m confused and unsure where I am. As soon as the first burst of panic floods through me, everything that happened this afternoon crashes through my head.
The excursion on Lake Michigan.
Austin forcing me to sit at his feet.
Snapping photographs at the front of the boat.
Aubrey knocking into me and then falling into the water.
Wait a minute…
Dad’s Nikon.
For the first time since Austin pulled me from the frigid depths of the lake, it hits me that I’ve lost my camera. It slipped from my hands and there was no way to save it.
A small sob rises within my throat as a fresh wave of grief crashes over me.
Tears well in my eyes before rolling down my cheeks.
I can’t believe it’s gone. Out of all my possessions, it’s the one that has always meant the most. Only now in hindsight do I realize that it was stupid to bring it along this weekend. Especially on the boat. I should have left it at home where it would be safe.