Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. His head dipped into my shoulder as I stroked him. “Fucking hell.”
I rolled him over and straddled his hips. I moved my body down the length of him, taking his pants and boxers with me. At the first touch of my mouth to his cock, he moaned. It was the best sound I’d ever heard. I wasn’t ashamed to say that I’d dreamed of doing this. It wasn’t that I loved giving head, but I knew I was good at it. And I wanted Ash to feel good. I wanted him to feel as good as I did, just being around him.
I bobbed up and down on him, running my hand down the shaft until he got longer and harder in my mouth. He was already as big as I’d imagined … all those times I’d seen him in swim trunks at the beach.
I could tell he was getting close by the way he gripped my hair and forced me down harder. He wasn’t going to last another couple minutes as far as I was concerned.
But then, suddenly, he stopped me. “Not ready.”
“What?” I asked in confusion. What guy stopped himself from coming in a girl’s mouth?
He rolled me back over and tugged his button-up over his head before stripping me of my dress. I was in nothing but a thong, which he pulled aside as he slipped a finger inside of me.
I gasped. I was soaking wet. Soaked through my thong wet.
“Oh, that turns you on,” he said before slipping a second finger inside of me.
“You,” I told him. I was seeing stars. “You do.”
“Condom?” he asked.
I pointed to the drawer next to my bed. He removed his fingers, leaving me a panting mess on the bed as he sheathed himself. Then, he maneuvered himself between my legs, lifting one to his hip. The tip of his cock was pressed against my opening. I shifted forward, wanting nothing more than to have him inside of me.
“You’re sure?” he still managed to ask even though we were naked and wet and poised at the edge of a precipice.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I want this.”
Then, he thrust forward, and he was inside of me. I cried out something incoherent at the first feel of him. His hands were bruisingly hard on my hips as he pulled out and slammed back inside. I drew him down to me. Chest to chest. Lips to lips. I wanted nothing between us. Nothing but this moment.
Our rhythm picked up as we learned the sway of each other’s bodies. Two magnets finding their way back again and again. Completing a pairing that made me dizzy with desire. Like this would never ever be enough.
I’d dreamed of being with Ash Talmadge. I was embarrassed at how many times I’d gotten myself off at the thought of him. And now, here he was, pushing me to come with his mouth and hands and cock. It was better than I’d ever imagined. Sweaty and sticky and delicious. Real. So very real.
He grunted as the only warning before he followed me over the edge, and then we were both crying out as the orgasm took us. His body went limp at the end of it. The only sounds were our panting and the city noises beyond.
He pressed a kiss to my temple before sliding out of me and heading into the bathroom. For a second, as I lay naked on my bed, I worried that I’d wake up and this would all be a dream again. But Ash returned to me with a smile, drawing me against him and falling asleep with me in his arms.
I didn’t dream that night.
Nothing could compare to reality.
9
New York City
October 21, 2014
Ash wasn’t in bed when I woke up.
I stretched my arm overhead and rolled over with a yawn. Light streamed in through the windows, city noise filtered inside, and the sheets were a tangle around my bare legs. I’d pulled my sweatshirt on at some point in the night. I reached for my shorts as I kicked my legs over the bed. I was halfway to the bedroom door when Ash appeared in the doorframe.
“Morning,” I said with a bright smile.
Last night ran through my mind like a movie. It had been … perfect. Better than I’d ever thought it would be. And now, I just wanted to keep him here forever.
I stepped forward to give him a kiss, but he put his hand out to stop me.
“Amelia.”
That was when I realized he wasn’t smiling. In fact, he seemed as aloof and broody as I’d ever seen him. His hair was messy, as if he’d been running his hands through it. His eyes were downcast.
“What is it?”
“Last night …”
I gulped. “What about it?”
He sighed heavily. “It shouldn’t have happened.”
“What?” I whispered in disbelief.