Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 108242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
In the bedroom, I strip off my pant, briefs, shoes, and socks. I’m naked so fast she blinks and then laughs.
“What do you want first?” she asks, her wide mouth soft, her eyes indulgent.
“What do you think?” I growl and slap her ass. “On the bed. Legs spread.”
She scrambles onto the bed, laying back and spreading her legs, and it’s so reminiscent of our rainy night in Amsterdam the first time we were together.
“You saved yourself for me,” I say, grinning and crawling on the bed toward her.
She laughs, brushing a hand over my hair. “You mean when you deflowered me? Yes.”
“I was so bummed when there was no flower down there.”
“You didn’t seem disappointed.”
“Maybe there’s one there now.” I stand her on her knees and turn her around so she faces the headboard, her legs spread over my face. “Let’s have a look.”
I lift my face until the heat and scent of her pussy overtake everything. Her thighs are the walls of my city and her sweet, plump clit its crown jewel. She has me surrounded. I pull her down to sit on my face and devour her, pulling the lips open and eating like an animal long denied food. I’ve been caged, tied up, and now I’m let loose.
“Maxim, oh my God,” she moans, riding my face and gripping the headboard.
She’s the wettest, hottest thing I’ve ever tasted. I slide my finger back to her asshole, dragging it back and forth over the puckered entrance. I flick my eyes up to meet hers, silently asking. She looks down at me and nods, biting her lip. I ease in.
“Fuck, it’s tight,” I gasp. “The first time I fuck you in the ass…”
My dick stretches like a pipe at the thought of getting in there. I ease in an inch more, and her cheeks tighten around my finger.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her.
She slides her hand between her legs, and I watch her slim fingers playing with my pretty pussy and almost come at the sight. She moans, rocking her hips.
“Fuck yourself,” I say hoarsely. Obediently, her fingers slip inside, and then I match the rhythm of her fingers with mine in and out of her ass.
“Oh.” Her eyes widen, and there’s something so innocent about it—about a kind of pleasure she’s never had. “Oh. Maxim.”
“That’s it, baby.” I keep plunging my finger in and out while hers do the same. She grips the headboard so tightly with her other hand, the veins in her arm stand out. She’s slack-jawed and her eyes roll back and her moans get louder and louder until she’s sobbing and screaming, my name scrawled on the inside of her throat. Sexy as hell.
I sit up and pull her under me, spread her legs.
“I can’t wait anymore, Nix.” I pull her knees up and wide and plunge in.
“Dammit,” I groan, planting one hand on the bed by her head and flicking her nipple with the other. “It’s so good like this.”
“Yes, so good.” She rolls her hips to meet each thrust. “I missed your body.”
Her breasts bounce with the frenetic, fucking motion of our bodies. “I missed yours, too.”
I pull her legs down and lean in, needing to be closer to her, needing to feel her heart. I caress her arm and make my way over her wrist, the compass bracelet that signifies how we’ll always find each other, until I can link our fingers. Our eyes lock, and the love there, the acceptance and devotion—it’s too much. I close my eyes, sliding in and out but still seeing that love in her gaze.
Everything outside the door falls away, and my whole world is this room. This bed is our map, and we make love until it feels like we fall off the edge of the world. It’s just us, the longitude of our bodies aligned and locked and loving. The latitude of our hearts, crossed, pressed together.
Later we’re under the covers, the hotel comforter nowhere near as soft and fine as our bed in Wyoming, but I don’t really care because she’s with me.
“I needed this so much.” I kiss her shoulder, pull her back into my chest, and cup her breast. “I needed you so much.”
She nods, capturing my hand and linking it with hers. “I knew seeing Millie and the kids would be rough.”
“It was so hard, but I think she’ll be okay.” I shrug. “We all will eventually. She misses him.”
Matches are being struck inside my throat, a betraying burn. I swallow, trying to keep the scorching emotion at bay, but it won’t be denied.
“Fuck,” I mutter into her hair, tears streaming from my eyes. “Dammit.”
She turns over, naked and beautiful, her eyes wet and concerned, searching mine in the lamp’s anemic light.
“Oh, Doc,” she whispers. “It’s okay. Oh, baby, please let it out. Please let it go.”