Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I couldn’t think or speak. All I did was tremble and writhe helplessly as he moved inch by inch into me. I loved that he went so slow and gave me time to accommodate his length and fullness, but I could hardly wait for the time when he would go hard and fast. My body pulsed around him. When he reached the hilt, he stopped. We stayed that way for a while, basking in each other, holding each other tight. I cherished every moment of it.
Truly, this man could not be any more perfect, and as I leaned up to take his dark, hardened nipple into my mouth, it saddened me once again that our time together would be so brief.
Now, I wished I had taken the time to get to know him better in the bar. Taken the time to, at the very least, ask where he had come from so that I could know if there was even the ghost of a chance I could get to have another night with him.
It was all I could think about as I kissed his body.
"Oh!" I trembled when his hips began to move. My veins felt as if they had been turned into electric wires with currents of exquisite pleasure running through them. I’d never dreamed one could feel like this, more so with a complete stranger. I knew now without a shadow of a doubt that my attraction to him from the get-go had not been a fluke. We had connected in a way that was rare, and as he thrust into me with a steady rhythm, I knew that I was having an experience that I would remember for the rest of my life.
He leaned forward to suck on my nipples. It heightened my pleasure, and pretty soon I was lost to the exquisite pleasure of it all. His rhythm and angle changed again. The head of his cock rammed into one spot over and over again. I was sure I was going to lose my mind. I lost control of my breathing first. It came in sporadic bursts. Then all I could do was chase. Something was waiting. Just out of reach. I chased it with greater and greater intensity, more and more until I was crying out. I reminded myself to keep quiet, to control my reaction, but I couldn’t. It began from the place where we were joined, then it was spilling down to the sheets. I was unraveling into red-hot bursts of nothingness.
All I could hear were the parched cries coming from my throat as he went even faster into me, my nails dug into his skin, refusing to let go. As his cock milked me of every ounce of pleasure inside of me, he lost control too. Deep inside me, I could feel the vibrations from his roar. His twisted, straining face was something to watch, his eyes appeared like chips of ice in clear water, and that made him even more beautiful. I could feel his chest heaving beneath my hands and his almost brutal grip against my sides.
“Noooo …” I cried and clutching his body, choked on sobs when the wonderful sensations started to lessen and ebb away.
“Shh … it’s okay,” he soothed, and licked into my mouth as though our bodies were one, and at that moment, I was convinced I was so connected to him I didn’t know where he started and I ended.
I threw my arms around his neck. If only this moment could last forever. I could die in this moment, and I’d have no regrets. To think this was what I had been avoiding for so long?
"Oh, Cole," I whispered huskily. “That was so indescribably beautiful.”
Chapter 12
Montana
I didn’t mean to, but I was so spent, so utterly exhausted I must have fallen asleep.
When I woke up I was in darkness, but I didn’t need time to acclimatize. I knew exactly where I was and who I was lying next to. Slowly, I turned my head and I saw that he was lying on his side facing me.
My God! He was heartbreakingly beautiful when he slept. With that strange tension and hidden brokenness gone, he looked like an angel. A sleeping angel.
I wanted to touch his skin, I wanted to take a picture, but I didn’t want to wake him up.
Instead, I took a mental photograph. Forever, I would remember him like this. Without cares, without sadness. Just an angelic being sleeping next to me.
I knew I had to go. My friends were waiting for me.
Very carefully, without disturbing him, I slipped out of bed. I found my phone. Wow! It was already 3.00 in the morning. Quickly, I sent a text to Natalie to tell her I was done. After I got dressed, I found the hotel notepaper, wrote my number on it, drew a little love heart next to it, and left the note on the bedside table.