Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“You’re not using that on me.” I scoot away from him.
“I absolutely am.” He grabs the material at my hips, using my retreat to pull the lace off me. He tosses it away over his shoulder.
“You’re not,” I deny, backing up the bed, but he follows and shoves my knees apart. When his mouth finds me, I don’t fight him. I’ve missed this, and honestly no number of orgasms I’ve given myself have felt even close to satisfying.
When he starts to use his fingers, he removes his mouth and touches the vibrator against my clit, while his fingers continue to work me over. The sound that crawls up the back of my throat is a mixture of a mewl and a whimper as I come so hard the world around me goes out of focus.
“Oh my God,” I pant as he kisses his way up my body.
“Better?”
“Yes.” I lean up slightly so he can take off my shirt, then I feel the front clasp of my bra pop open.
“Your nipples are darker.”
“Are they?” I look down and bite my lip when he rolls his tongue around one, blowing across it, causing it to tighten painfully, then doing the same to the other.
“They are.” He cups both my breasts while kneeling between my legs.
“You have too many clothes on,” I complain.
“I do.” He gets off the bed and kicks off his shoes, then takes off the joggers he has on along with his hoodie and tee. When he’s down to his boxers, I lick my lips, watching him take them off and grab his cock. Wrapping his fist around it, he squeezes, gets back between my legs, and lowers himself over me. I lean up to meet him halfway when he drops his head and open as he kisses me. Locking my legs around his hips, I pull him closer, and he smiles against my mouth. “What do you want, baby?”
“You.”
“You have me.”
“You know what I mean.” I claw his back, and his cock bumps against my entrance. The anticipation of feeling him inside me after two weeks of not having him makes my hips lift, trying to hasten his movements. As he slowly enters me, my breath catches in the back of my throat. He feels bigger than even before.
“Christ, you’ve gotten tighter and hotter. How the fuck is that possible?” he groans, bottoming out and holding himself there before pulling back and sinking in once more. The pace is slow and lazy, and I relish every single second.
Lifting my head, I bite his shoulder, and he curls his arm under my knee, lifting it higher and changing the angle and how deep he’s going. I’m torn as I feel my core start to pulse, wanting him to go harder and faster but also loving this. When his eyes meet mine, I’m overwhelmed by the look in his eyes. If I didn’t already know he loves me, it would be obvious now. It’s written all over his handsome face.
“Walker,” I whimper his name, and he grits his teeth as I work my hips into his, meeting him thrust for thrust. Before I’m ready, I give in to the tightness in my lower belly and the wave that rushes at me, and I allow it to take over.
His pace speeds up, and he rides me through it before jerking his hips back and slamming into me one last time. I watch his head fall back on his shoulders, his jaw clench, and the muscles in his arms and torso flex as he comes inside me.
“Fuck,” he bites out, his weight landing on me for a second before he rolls to his back taking me with him so that I’m sprawled out across his chest.
Sweaty and exhausted, I close my eyes and soak in the feeling of him under me and his arms wrapped around me tight.
“Finally… home,” he mutters, sounding just as tired as I feel, and I smile. A few minutes later, I feel him move, then his hand captures my wrist. I open my eyes and wonder what he’s doing. My heart, which is still beating hard from my last orgasm, begins to go haywire as I watch him slide a beautiful oval-cut diamond ring up my finger, where it fits perfectly in place. “That’s better,” he says quietly, like he’s talking to himself.
“Walker,” I whisper as my nose stings and tears fill my eyes.
Fingering the ring he just placed on me, he lets out a breath, then brings my hand up his chest and places a kiss against it. “I love you, Hanna.”
“Are you asking me to marry you?” I ask after a moment and turn my head to look at him.
“No, because that would mean you have the option to say no.” He tucks some of my hair behind my ear.