Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 132491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
He’s gentle as he lowers me to the bed, bracing himself on a knee. Questions swim in his eyes and a crease appears between his brows. “If you change your mind, I’ll stop.”
I nod, tracing a fingertip down the curved, solid muscle of his arm. “Okay, but I won’t.”
He kisses my jawline, sending a shiver of awareness over my skin. Then his lips find mine, and I put a hand on his lower back, urging him closer as I open my mouth to him.
When our bodies meet, he groans, his kiss turning deeper and more passionate. I can’t get enough of his warm, smooth skin. My hands rove over his back and shoulders, and finally I slide them down the waistband of his shorts and sink my fingertips into his ass.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against my lips. “I think you’re greedy, too.”
“Also impatient.”
He hums a smile, gently smoothing a lock of hair away from my face. Still holding some of his weight on his knees, he slides my shirt up and over my head, groaning long and loud when he sees I’m not wearing a bra.
Lowering his lips to my nipple, he flicks the tip of his tongue over it and then sucks it between his lips, making me gasp.
“I spent a solid four hours of every day on aromium fantasizing about these.” His warm breath caresses my peaked nipple. “Had to force myself to walk away from you so many times when all I wanted was this.”
He moves his attention to the other one, switching between them until I’m panting with desire.
“I want you,” I say as I squeeze his ass and push his shorts down farther. “No more waiting.”
He gets to his knees and then his feet, pushing the shorts to the floor. My eyes widen when I see just how thick and long his erection is. The pulse between my thighs becomes an ache as I watch him palm his cock, running his hand up and down its length.
His gaze on me is predatory as I slide my pants down, frantic to get them off and have him inside me. With his free hand, he grabs the waistband, his knuckles brushing over the curls of my sex as he tugs the pants off in one sweep, letting them fall to the floor.
He climbs back on the bed, his eyes holding mine captive.
“No more waiting for what?” His voice is gruff, his shoulders shaking slightly, like they did when his aromium was on and he was struggling to keep his hands off me.
“For you to be inside me.”
He runs his calloused fingertips down my chest, between my breasts, over my stomach, to my ravenous pussy. I jolt and moan, my back arching slightly.
“Say my name.” He runs his fist up and down his length again.
“Marcus,” I whisper. “I want you. Please.”
He leans over me, lining himself up at my entrance. His forearm rests above my head as he pushes himself inside me, my slickness making it easier. He groans and then goes still.
“Still yes?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes.” I push on his lower back, urging him to sink in farther.
When he does, I gasp and keep ahold of his back. “I’m okay. I like it. Just go slow.”
He kisses my neck and pulls back out, gentle as he slowly slides himself in again. “Goddamn, you feel amazing. I’m out of practice.”
I hum with amusement. “You’re perfect.”
He continues, keeping the pace slow until I grind my hips against his, silently setting a faster pace. My nerves are like a fireworks display, the bliss growing brighter and stronger with every thrust of his hips.
I’m breathing hard, already feeling the build of an orgasm when he captures my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head, putting his other palm behind my thigh and pushing it until he’s sinking even deeper into me.
“Fuck,” he mutters, strain etched into his face. “So fucking good.”
The combination of his control over my body and his arousal pushes me over the edge. I shamelessly roll my hips against his as I come, crying out his name.
He knows how to make it last, and he does, thrusting into me so hard the bed is hitting the wall. I’m starting to come down when he lets out a sound that’s more roar than groan and then stills inside me, his arm muscles beautifully defined as the last of the wall between us crumbles away.
He stays inside me for several heartbeats, his breath returning to normal. I miss his closeness as soon as he kisses me and moves to the side, propping himself up on his elbow and draping his other arm over my stomach.
My eyelids are suddenly leaden, my blissed-out state making me sleepy.
“My toes actually curled,” I say, smiling.
He grins down at me, affection in his mossy eyes. “I’ll take the floor so you can get some good sleep.”