Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
He smiles a slow, seductive smile and starts to move. His eyes flick to the screen as his mouth hangs open and he looks back at me and mouths the word, “Watch.”
My eyes shoot up to the screen. He’s right. This is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. My body taking his, his hands on my hips controlling the way I move. The black satin corset with cream ribbons to match my stockings, my hair wild and my skin flushed from orgasm. I can see every muscle on his torso ripple as I ride him hard. I slowly start to unclasp the front eyelets of my corset to expose my breasts to his gaze and he closes his eyes again, he’s trying to block the visual. I know to stop the oncoming orgasm. I remove the corset and throw it over my shoulder as I lick my lips and suck on my fingers and that is it. He loses control and jumps up and throws me down onto the ottoman to swap positions. He is then riding me hard, slamming into me in deep long strokes. He picks up my legs and puts them over his shoulders as he holds his weight up on straight arms and open-mouth kisses my inside lower leg. Perspiration is running down his back. He circles his hips while deeply slamming into me. He starts to suck on my inner ankle and I moan a deep sound and he slams into me one, two, three more times and he cries out and I feel his hot semen burn me from the inside out. Oh shit, not again. I start to ripple inside, and I know what’s coming. His jerking cock deep inside me spirals me into yet another orgasm and I scream as I am wrung dry. I can hardly breathe, my heart is racing so fast. I am absolutely worked over, and on film no less. The camera never lies.
Two hours and two orgasms and a very hot shower later, I walk out of the bathroom in my hotel-supplied white robe to find my Adonis. I locate him on the outside deck leaning on the handrail and looking out over the harbor at the stunning view. He has poured us both a glass of champagne and has a platter of chocolate-covered strawberries waiting on the table. The dinner we have just devoured was amazing, as is the service. The Park Hyatt at the Rocks definitely knows how to please; this place is beyond swanky. He is wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. His olive skin is a stark contrast to the white towel and with the way he is leaning on the railing I can see every muscle in his broad back. I smile, arrested by his beauty. I can’t resist, the temptation too great. En route to him I pick up my iPhone and take a picture of him from behind. It looks like it has been photoshopped, nobody could be that perfect. I quickly shoot it to Abbie and Bridge with the text:
Just enjoying the view with my champagne and chocolate strawberries Xxxxx
I immediately get a text from Abbie.
Fuck off. I hate you.
I smile a bratty smile and my phone beeps again. It’s a message from Bridget:
How in the fuck did you get him?
I laugh out loud. My friends are just so…bilingual, cursing of course being their first language. I am busted. He turns and smiles as he walks toward me and hands me my champagne. “Why are you taking photos of me?” his eyes question.
I smile. “Because I can.” He leans in for a tender kiss and his eyes linger on mine. Something has changed between us tonight. I know he’s impressed that I let him film us or maybe it’s the fact that I realize I trust him enough to let him film us, I’m not sure. But I know he feels it, too, and I need to get something off my chest. The plan was to let him see my I-love-you message on the movie and let it go from there, but he might not watch it for years, who knows. Actually, what in the hell is he going to do with that movie? The mind boggles. He pulls me into a gentle embrace and rubs my back. “Do you know how much I adore you?” he whispers into my hair.
I nod and smile. “Yes,” I answer. It’s true, I do feel truly adored.
He returns the smile, looking down at me. He’s so much taller when I have no shoes on. His eyes hold mine again and I can’t keep it in any longer. I want this night to be perfect, more perfect than it has been already.
“Do you know how much I love you, Joshua?” I whisper as I run my hand down the side of his face. His eyes widen and he leans in and gently kisses me. He breaks into a full-blown, swoon-worthy smile. “I just need you to know how I feel about you,” I whisper. “I have never stopped loving you, Josh, it’s always been you. You complete me.” My eyes tear up again. What’s going on with me lately, frigging crybaby? He nods and swallows but doesn’t say anything. His eyes glow with a warmth I haven’t seen in them before.