Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
I slid down lower until he was buried in me to the hilt. Oh. For a few seconds I simply breathed, getting my bearings, experiencing something completely new.
“Are you okay?” he asked. He sounded pained, but I had no doubt that if I said I wanted to stop, we would.
But I didn’t want to stop. “Yes,” I said. “Better than okay.”
His breath released. He held on to my hips as I moved slowly up and down on him, experimenting, feeling every inch of him. “Your face, Grace. I love your face right now. You’re so beautiful.”
And when I met his eyes, I saw the sincerity of what he’d just said. He was looking at me like I was a goddess. I smiled and leaned forward, kissing him for a minute before pulling back and experimenting with the movement of my hips again, bouncing and rotating. I gasped as he adjusted his hips and hit that internal spot again. “Oh Godddd,” I moaned. “Right there, please don’t move.” And then I began riding him in earnest, as he leaned back slightly and watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, his lips parted, and his cheekbones stained with color. So beautiful. He was beautiful too. And then I closed my eyes so I could focus on the feel of him. Of this.
When my internal muscles began clenching and that tingly heat started spreading downward, I opened my eyes and looked right at Carson. “I’m gonna come!” His eyes darkened and his hips bucked upward as I threw my head back and screamed his name—again and again. Carson, Carson, Carson. It rang in my head long after the pleasure began to fade.
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Carson
As Grace repeated my name, my own climax surged and I jerked my hips as I spilled into her, the pleasure pulsing through my cock in blissful spasms. I watched her ride out her orgasm, grinding down on me to milk out every last drop of pleasure, unknowingly doing the same for me. Fucking beautiful.
I recalled the look on her face as she’d begun lowering herself onto me. Curiosity. Amazement. Pure delight. I’d never in my life seen that mix of emotions on anyone’s face, especially when it came to me. It’d fucking moved me. I couldn’t remember being moved during sex before. Ever. Wasn’t that the weirdest thing? I mean, sex was… sex. It was supposed to cause the earth to shift. And of all the sex I’d had, I’d never experienced that.
As she raised her head, a small, satisfied smile on her face, she leaned forward and kissed me sweetly and then touched her forehead to mine. For a moment, we simply breathed together, staring into each other’s eyes. “What if this backfires and you just end up ruining me for anyone else?” she asked with a teasing quirk of her lip, sitting back and pushing the hair that had fallen low on my forehead out of my face.
What if.
“What happens if you end up ruining me for anyone else?” I told myself I was teasing too.
She laughed, lying down on my chest. I was still semi-hard inside of her, just enjoying the feel of her skin on mine, running my hands up and down the silk of her back. I liked the feel of her in my arms. Too much.
What I needed to do was lighten up, put this solidly back in the category of “fun weekend.” “I feel so damn sorry for that first guy,” I said. “Never getting to hear you scream his name. Missed out. Sorry fucker.”
Her body shook on top of mine in gentle laughter. “Who knew I was a screamer anyway? Think the manager will be by to kick us out soon?” She grinned against my chest and nipped at my skin with her teeth.
“Probably. We should stay in your room tonight—give the people on this floor a little rest.” I grinned into her hair and she laughed again. There we go. Back on track.
After a few minutes I gave her a gentle nudge. “Okay, up. I’m not going to keep you locked in this room all day. Although it’s tempting. We’re gonna walk around and you’re going to experience Vegas.”
“Okay.” She yawned. “Nap later?”
“It’s a plan, buttercup.”
She shot me a wink. “Okay, good, come rinse off with me.”
That sounded dangerous, but I was nothing if not a risk-taker.
An hour, a bottle of bodywash, and another orgasm later, we were dressed and ready to go.
I didn’t have a specific destination in mind—we just walked down the Strip, people watching and stopping in a casino here and there. She loved the casino at the Paris which didn’t surprise me. I teased her that she was like an old lady with the slot machines. She took out a couple of dollars and sat feeding them into the machine, sucking in a breath when she won twenty-seven back. We brought her ticket up to the redemption kiosk, and I couldn’t keep the grin off my face just watching her excitement. It was like this girl had lived under a rock all her life and someone had finally lifted it to show her the sky. I realized that I hadn’t had just plain fun with a girl maybe ever. And who would have guessed that the girl I first thought was an uptight little princess would be the one to give that to me? I had said it to Grace and it was fucking true; life is wild.