Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
He reached to the nightstand and came back with a condom.
Watching him work it expertly on that beautiful dick drove me to my knees in the bed.
Watching me watch him drove him to doing something impossible.
Once the condom was on, he caught me tough at the back of my neck, his other hand gripped the back of a thigh, and he swung me through the air.
Naturally, and because I wanted to, when we collided, I curled my other leg around him, he curled the one he had hold of there, and with a luscious grunt from him, and a long, low whimper from me, he was inside.
Standing by the side of his bed, Dair had impaled me on his cock without even guiding it.
That was so fucking amazing, I almost came right then.
I’d be glad I didn’t.
He put a knee to the bed, then he was on me, and he was fucking me.
There was nothing gentle to it. Again, no lead up. He still had a grip on the back of my neck, one behind my knee, and he kept both to hold me steady as he pounded into me, his eyes locked to my face, the sound of our flesh slapping together mingling with his grunts of effort and my pants of pleasure filling the room.
Right, now I was going to come.
I grasped a hank of his hair, scored my nails down his back, and delighted in his grunted, “Fuck.”
And then he was pounding deeper, faster. Banging against my sensitized clit, he yanked my knee up, I pulled the other one high, and suddenly, every stroke inside slammed against something, and let me tell you, it was extraordinary.
“Honey,” I gasped, holding on tighter to his hair, sinking my nails into his lat, racing toward an orgasm.
“Ye got a beautiful, wet, tight cunt, baby,” he rumbled.
Oh God.
Was that the best compliment anyone had ever given me?
Yes.
Yes, as insane as it sounded, it so totally was.
I wanted this man to love my cunt.
I wanted this man to love everything about me.
“Dair, honey, yes!” I exclaimed, swinging my calves in and digging in with my heels as I raised my hips to meet his strokes and exploded.
And exploded.
And exploded.
I was so far gone, it was just Dair and me and my orgasm, and that was all I wanted it to be.
Forever.
Dair fucked me through it, and he didn’t stop fucking even when his grunts turned into a long, hot groan, his hips bucked without rhythm, his hold on me grew dizzyingly, delectably painful, his head snapped back, and I knew he was coming.
I was nuzzling his jaw while he came down because he’d buried his face in the side of my neck.
And I knew it had left him when his grip disappeared, but his hands started skating gently over my skin.
This seemed to take a while, and I hoped that indicated his climax was even minimally as awesome as mine.
Eventually, he took his weight from me by rolling us to our sides.
But he didn’t stop trailing his hands all over me.
And he caught my gaze.
“Only thing on this planet I’d be willing to abandon a bacon and brie piece for is a good, solid fuck with my woman in my bed,” he declared.
Good God.
He was just so…Dair.
“Well, that was flowery and romantic, Sir Galahad,” I replied.
He grinned unashamedly at me and palmed a handful of my ass.
Totally so Dair.
“What’s a piece?” I asked.
“Sandwich,” he answered.
Ooo, bacon and brie sandwiches.
“What kind of bread did you use?” I asked.
He started chuckling and took advantage of his clutch on my ass to pull me closer to him. “Love it ye like your food, hen.”
“Thrilled, Dair, but you didn’t answer my question.”
That was when he burst out laughing.
Then he rolled to his back, pulling me on top of him.
And finally answered, “Baguette.”
“Are they done?”
“Aye.”
“Can I go get them while you deal with the condom?”
His body shook me with his continued mirth. “Aye.”
“Can I tell you I haven’t had a lover in four years, but I have had several checkups, and I’m clean, so now you can tell me you’re clean too, so we don’t have to bother with condoms?” I requested.
His eyes got lazy in a way I’d never seen before, and I loved it, as he stroked my jaw with his thumb and murmured, “Poor wee lass, hot as fuck lay like you going without for four years?”
“Considering the fact I’ve never had anything near as hot, nor as energetic, nor as assertive…”
That earned me another unabashed grin.
“And I’ll add,” I continued, “rarely culminating in anything delightful for me, unless he had it in him to take care of me after, which was even more rare, of course I was hot,” I educated him. “And now I’m hungry, but first, I’d like to know your health status, please.”