Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Like I was doing now, taking her picture.
She cracked one eye open. “Put the camera away. You have enough pictures of me.”
“Never.”
“I look a mess today. I have no makeup on, and I’m in your shirt and a pair of sweatpants—hardly attractive.”
“I disagree,” I informed her. “You’re beautiful to me no matter what you’re wearing.”
She sat up, her face serious. “You think that, don’t you? You really think I’m beautiful.”
I lowered my phone. “I don’t think it—I know it. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. With or without makeup.”
I held out my hand, pulling her onto my lap. Brushing her hair away from her face, I ran my fingers over her silky skin. “I love you, Nightingale.”
“I love you,” she whispered. “So much, Adam.”
Music played in the background, and for once, the gathering storm outside didn’t cause her the usual distress. She was more focused on us. I stood, tugging her up off the floor.
“Dance with me,” I murmured.
We swayed to the rhythm and I held her close, enjoying the feel of her against me. We moved around the loft, not talking, simply touching. I loved holding her, feeling her move in time with the music. Be able to touch her hair, nuzzle her neck. Hear her whisper my name before I’d drop my head to kiss her. I felt our connection wrap around us, binding us together.
Eventually, we ended up back on the pillows, and I fed her some strawberries I had picked up, choosing the sweetest, juiciest ones to give her, eating the part closest to the stalk. She was so sexy, licking her lips, moaning at the taste. I gathered her close, taking her mouth. Her mouth was pliant underneath mine, molding beneath the pressure. I swept my tongue across her bottom lip and slipped inside, tasting her sweetness. Her warm breath filled my mouth, her low sigh igniting my passion that had been dormant the past few days. She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding tight, returning my desire. Our tongues danced and stroked, the kiss becoming deeper and profound. Gentle became powerful. Our caressing hands became fists as we tugged, ridding ourselves of the thin barrier of clothing that kept us apart.
I sat up, with Ally wrapped around me, her body welcoming my aching, needy cock. Her supple breasts rubbed along my chest as she started to move over me. She buried her hands into my hair as our kisses became frantic. Her sounds escalated as we moved faster, our bodies coming together in perfect rhythm. Long, hard thrusts. Deep, wet, needy kisses. Our hips moved, mouths fused, and damp skin rubbed together in the most erotic way.
The floor creaked as I guided her hips, the wood hard under me but I didn’t care. All I cared about was this moment—reconnecting with the woman I loved so passionately, I burned with the feeling. Pleasure so intense it made me groan loudly rushed through me as we lost ourselves to each other.
She surrounded me. Her scent, her sounds, the feeling of completion only she brought out in me. The push and pull of her body as it tightened was powerful. Her breaths became small pants in my mouth. Every thrust made me groan as her muscles contracted around me, milking me. Small whimpers made me clutch her tighter. Every ripple of ecstasy down my spine intensified as my release threatened. Long shivers ran through her, her hold on my hair tightening to the point it was almost painful. She arched back, her mouth leaving mine, crying out in her release. “Adam!”
I surged into her, burying my face in her neck. My hands tensed on her hips, slamming her down as I spilled deep inside her, my orgasm burning through my body like a trail of wildfire.
“Fuck…Ally…” I groaned into her damp skin, my teeth clamping down as the sensations became too great and I rode them out, cursing and moaning. Never had I experienced this extreme emotional connection with someone. Never had another person overwhelmed me the way she did.
Every. Single. Time.
She shuddered, falling against me heavily. I held her briefly, then leaned over and grabbed my shirt, pulling it back over her head. “I don’t want you cold,” I murmured. “And I love how you look in my clothes.” I kissed the end of her nose. “Although taking you out of them is one of my favorite things to do.”
“What are your other favorites?” She nuzzled into my chest.
“Listening to your laugh. Seeing you. Hearing you say you love me.” I sighed, running my hand through her hair. “Anything to do with you is my favorite.”
She played with the hair on the back of my neck. “I feel the same about you.”
I shifted and she chuckled. “We’re messy.”
“I like being messy with you.” I stood, lifting her into my arms. “But I love getting you clean and doing it all over again even more.”