Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Our rhythm has synced so that we’re both pulling back and thrusting at the same time. Occasionally, we get out of rhythm, but then almost immediately, we’ve got it back. Both of us are chasing pleasure in each other’s body. It’s the same with our lips. Gentle one second and then sucking and licking and tonguing into each other’s mouth the next.
His cock strokes against some spot deep inside my center before it presses against my clit with his every thrust. His hand slides into my hair as he angles my head to fit his lips better.
His thrusts get deeper. Harder.
I clutch his head and drag him to my breasts. I can’t kiss him anymore; the sex is getting so intense. I’m breathing too hard.
I gasp for breath and clutch him close.
“Kira,” he growls again, hands squeezing my ass as he drags my body up and down his cock. My eyelids flutter, and I try and fail to match his rhythm with my thrusting hips.
My name on Isaak’s lips, our bodies move so perfectly in sync—
He cups one of my breasts so he can lift the nipple to where I’m clutching him, and the final added sensation sends me completely over the edge again.
Light bursts behind my eyes as my body starts to shudder on his cock. Oh god. Oh god! I’m coming harder than I ever have before. Harder than I knew I could.
I squeeze my leg against his waist and clench him until he’s shouting into my breast and thrusting more forcefully than he has yet. It’s so good to feel him finally lose control that I clench around him even tighter.
He’s sputtering and choking by the time I finally feel him pulse deep inside me.
My orgasm peaks as he thrusts deeps again and then shakes hard before finally stilling with his body wrapped around me. Both of us gasp for breath but don’t move, except for one last latent pulse of his cock still inside me.
Oh my god. Is that what it feels like to make love?
TWENTY-FOUR
KIRA
I wake up feeling so warm and safe, and it takes me a second to realize that, once again, my cheek is plastered to the gentle rising and falling of Isaak’s warm, furry man chest.
I’m about to immediately pull away, embarrassed that I’ve wandered over the pillow wall again, when his big, muscled arm lands around my shoulder and pulls me back in.
“Where ya running to, babe? Unless you gotta pee? Then go and get that tight ass right back here when you’re done.”
As I shift, my body feels exactly how well-fucked it is, and all of last night comes flooding back in.
Holy shit.
I had sex. With Isaak.
I had a lot of sex with Isaak.
A lot of really good sex.
Like, blow-the-top-off-my-skull good sex. Better-sex-than-I’ve-ever-had-in-my-life good sex.
“Um. Okay. I’ll be right back.” Because I do have to pee. I scramble out of the sheets and hurry to the bathroom, almost embarrassed to look at myself in the mirror. Did I really do all those shameless things last night? Did I really ask him to go primal, then let him chase me around the hotel room and pin me on the floor and sixty-nine me?
But I can’t help glancing at myself.
I look nuts. My straightened hair has started to go frizzy with curls near my scalp, and it’s sticking out every which way with leftover product.
Oh my god, I must still stink of sex. We had all the sex and then just fell into bed without even showering.
I always shower after sex. Well… Usually, I’m trying to shower the guy off me. But then, um. I’ve never had holy-shit sex before.
I sort of sit there on the toilet after I’ve finished peeing, just staring at nothing. I literally don’t know what to do the morning after an experience like that. Do we cuddle? I was in his arms after we fell into bed last night and fell asleep from exhaustion. Then, like usual, we ended up in each other’s arms at some point in the night. So we were sort of cuddling. Do I call and order breakfast now? I haven’t done that all week, but I certainly worked up an appetite last night. Is that proper morning-after etiquette?
Or does he want to pretend it didn’t happen? I know I was the one who was drinking last night, but there was just sort of a mood. And what guy’s gonna say no when a willing young woman’s all but throwing herself on his dick?
“Did I lose you in here?”
My head jerks up to find Isaak standing in the bathroom doorway. Ridiculously, I shriek and cover my naked body. “You can’t be in here. I’m peeing!”
“Think you finished that a bit ago. Now you’re just noodling. Getting into your head about things that you don’t gotta get in your head about.”