Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 142866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Why the hell you talking about ‘some men’ when you fucking me? Get the damn toy, Hen, and don’t bring those motherfuckers in our bed again.”
She chuckles, reaches for the vibe, and turns around, her naked back and ass to me.
“We need to reverse for what I have in mind,” she says, settling her thighs on either side of mine and taking my dick in her hand. She glances at me over her shoulder, eyes sultry, smoldering hot chocolate.
She sinks down on me and I almost lose it right then. I’m still not used to being raw, and it’s so intimate. Literally like our skin melds with the heat of it.
“That is so good,” she moans. “I need to control this if it’s gonna work.”
“Happy to let you do all the work,” I laugh, but it’s breathy because, damn, she feels incredible sheathing me at this angle. She begins to rock, the muscles of her ass flexing with each movement. I can’t resist framing her waist with my hands, have to touch her somewhere. She braces one hand on my thigh and the other slips between her legs.
The buzzing begins.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she chants, riding me and keeping the vibrator there.
She’s been edging me so long, I know I can’t last. I want to draw this out as long as possible, but it feels indescribable to have her this way, with no inhibitions and totally focused on her pleasure and mine.
“I’m about to…” She tenses, squeezing my leg so tight the pain just barely penetrates a fog of bliss. “God, yes!”
Her long limbs quake with her release. She eases down onto her elbows, shoulders trembling and breaths chopped up.
“God, that was good.” She looks over her shoulder and sways her ass. “Now you.”
Desire spikes, galvanizing me into motion. I press her forward on her elbows and push my hand into the small of her back so her ass is high in the air. I touch between her legs. I slide two fingers in and she shivers, still sensitive.
“You…” I swallow hard and close my eyes at the thought of her coming that hard. “I need to be in there, babe.”
“Come on then.”
I rise on my knees behind her and sink inside. We both groan, a syncopated relishing of joined flesh. With her hips gripped hard between my hands, I snap forward again and again, the rhythm of my breathing roughening the longer I fuck her. I grab her breast, squeezing and kneading.
“Feels so good,” she pants.
I pull her up, gripping her hip and grabbing her throat. The bed rocks with every thrust. As vast as my world has become, it shrinks down to this woman when I give her my body and my heart. I lose all sense of time and place when I’m inside her. I didn’t know a connection could be this strong. A thread so tensile and yet so tender. Had no idea emotion could overtake reason and wisdom and have you risking it all in a public place with a party just beyond an unlocked door, or leave you surrendering everything when it feels like you are the only two people on Earth. I didn’t know it could be this good, but as I shout her name, release all the love I haven’t yet put into words, into her beautiful body, now I know.
And nothing else—no one else—will ever do.
CHAPTER 48
HENDRIX
I know Maverick’s cooking for me.
I didn’t ask him to, but after that sex, we’re both famished.
That man can fuuuuuuuuckah!
“Got me limping ’round the house,” I mumble happily, slipping on my underwear and wincing a little at the sting. “Mav wore me out.”
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
We crossed the desert sands or some shit this morning. Levers clicked into place between us on a soul level. At least that’s how it felt to me.
I pull on a linen shorts romper that’s cool and loose. And has pockets, a top-ten invention in my opinion. Toss my braids up into a top knot, throw on some oversized gold hoop earrings, and I’m ready for the day.
Going down the stairs, I smell the flowers before I see them. As soon as I reach the main floor, a dozen champagne roses come into view sitting on the glass coffee table. I lean down to smell one. On impulse, I snap a stem and slide the blossom into my braids.
Maverick’s back is to me while he cooks. I walk up to him and squeeze his ass. He stiffens and leans back against my chest.
“I’m flattered,” he says, his voice serious. “But I have a girlfriend.”
“Bet she can’t put it on you like I can,” I whisper in his ear and loop one arm around his waist.
He shrugs. “She might be willing to share.”
I bite his neck and laugh when he fake howls. “No, she won’t.”