Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
She is the kind of family to me that a wife would be. That’s her place in my mind. I might be able to resist that physically, but mentally it feels like a losing battle. One that I have long stopped fighting.
I claim her mouth, settling in between her thighs. My cock slides through her slick folds, finding her opening. I push the head inside of her. She might be slick, but it’s still a bit of a fight to get inside.
Cosima kisses me back, her hands going to my shoulders as I slowly sink inside of her. She whimpers against my mouth as I fill her inch by inch. Her pussy is strangling my cock with how damn tight she is, but her body takes me. As I knew it would. It knows it belongs to me and only me.
Cosima might be tiny compared to me, but her body is built for me. It has to be. It’s utter perfection, more than I could ever imagine. My complete fantasy. It’s as though it was plucked from my mind, or I suppose it was crafted all around her. Either way, it’s mine.
When her hips start to shift, I know I have to move. I’m trying to keep from coming again already. I want to savor this, but her tiny body moving under mine is making it too hard to hold back. I pull out, pushing back in.
We both moan, breaking the kiss. I keep my eyes locked with hers as I thrust back out and in. Over and over I move, keeping us connected. The pleasure is almost too much to comprehend. My fantasies have never felt this real before.
“I need you to come.”
“I can’t.” She shakes her head back and forth, her hips rising to meet mine. I shift, pinning her beneath me, needing her under my control. “It’s too much, oh God.” Her nails dig in deeper.
“Fuck that, sweetness. You’ll give it to me.” I slide my hand between us, my fingers going to her clit, demanding that she obey me.
“It’s too much.”
“It’s never enough.” A small gasp leaves her, her body doing as I command.
Cosima’s pussy clenches around my cock, coming for me once more. I growl, thrusting into her as deep as I can, digging my knees into the mattress.
I come, releasing inside of her. The orgasm is so hard black spots form in my eyes before I collapse on top of her, shaken to my core. My heart pounds as I bury my face into her neck, breathing her in, wishing I could live in this moment forever.
But I know better than anyone that in a matter of seconds your whole world can change, taking everything you love right along with it.
Chapter Three
COSIMA
Asmile overtakes my face before my eyes can open. I feel the weight of Z’s body pressed to mine, spooning me. I’m not sure when he moved. The last thing I remember was his body collapsing onto mine. His weight was pressing me into the mattress. It wasn’t crushing; in fact, it was soothing. Z had surrounded all of me, like he was trying to consume me, and I wanted him to.
Slowly I roll over, wanting to face him. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the small trace of light still only coming from the computer monitors. I’m in a bit of shock that it actually happened. For so long I’ve wanted this from Z. For him to feel the same way I do. My fingers itch to reach out and touch him, but I would rather not wake him. I want to watch him for a few minutes without him knowing. It's always Z that watches the rest of us.
Unable to help myself, I lean in and brush my mouth to his in a feather kiss. "Cosima," he mutters in his sleep, making my smile grow more. If I'm not careful, my cheeks will be as sore as the rest of me. There is a delicious ache between my thighs.
I can't help but wonder how this will all play out. Z had been intense when we made love. He can always be bossy, but this was another level. I have never seen that side of him before. I always felt a connection between us and was sure he felt it too, but last night, I could see it in his eyes and feel it in the way he touched me. He couldn't get enough of me.
This will change things between us, and honestly, it's about damn time. I'm not going to be able to get back to sleep, so I ease out of bed. I find my discarded panties and nightgown on the floor. I grab them both, slipping them back on.
Knowing I’m likely a total mess, I decide to go back to my room to get myself put back together. First, I lean down over the bed and press another kiss gently to Z’s mouth. He looks so damn sexy right now with his hair disheveled, and the sheet barely covering his lean but muscular body. So many nights I pictured him like this. This all feels as though it’s a dream. I reach down and pinch myself just to make sure. Definitely reality.