Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“I don’t care.”
“Avery…” He starts to shake his head, but I cut him off before he can say anything stupid.
“I don’t,” I say, my voice hoarse with need. “Pull out before you come if you want, but I have to feel you inside me.”
He searches my face, my eyes, and I wait with bated breath for his next move.
And I just about shriek in pure, unadulterated excitement and relief when he eventually nods, climbing back over my body and looking me right in the eyes again. There’s a burn of power between us and then a flicker of change as he hands it over to me completely. “You’re in control. If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”
I laugh. “There’s no fucking chance I’m telling you to stop.”
Ignoring me and my rambling, he leans back enough to maneuver himself and shucks his pants and shirt what feels like painfully slowly.
His muscles flex, and I find myself mesmerized by the sight of it all. When he removes his boxer briefs, his rigid length standing at attention, a thrill of excitement rolls through me.
He’s beautiful. Every freaking inch of him, from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.
“Let me know if it hurts,” he whispers, climbing back on top of me now that he’s naked.
I nod, and his hands find the sides of my face and settle, cradling me with more care than I’ve ever experienced in my life. Our worlds have narrowed to this moment, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My life at home is noisy; this is comfortable silence.
Henry’s movements are measured as he lines us up and pushes inside me. He takes his time, taking it inch by inch in an effort to give me time to acclimate. It’s an invasion unlike any other, but I’m surprised at my body’s willing acceptance and, more than that, greediness.
For every little bit he gives, I become desperate for more.
When he seats himself fully, my eyes fall closed in contentment. For the first time since we got here, I feel true peace.
He kisses one eyelid and then the other, and I rub gently at the skin of his back with my fingernails, breathing in each other. When I’m ready, I test moving my hips to release just a little bit of him before pushing him back inside.
It’s so delicious, I can’t help but moan.
Henry sinks his face into my neck and repeats the motion, and my breath stutters.
“My God.”
He nods against my skin, his voice a coarse whisper. “Tell me about it.”
Little by little, he picks up the tempo into a slow rhythm, and I wrap my limbs so tight around him I’d swear my body is making a bid for absorption. He doesn’t seem to mind, even when it makes it more difficult for him to move, and I grab at his face as a pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced builds inside me.
I’ve orgasmed—plenty—but this feels like a thousand times that.
Henry’s breathing becomes more and more erratic as his own climax approaches, and I claw at his back and thrust my hips with the desperation to take myself over the cliff before he pulls out.
It doesn’t take much before I’m tumbling down, my head thrown back and a keening scream filling the silence around us, and Henry disappears, the warm weight of his climax coating my thighs not even a second later.
It’s messy and animalistic and…the most perfect thing the universe has ever done for me.
I know I flit from one thing to another like a leaf in the wind. But when it came time to settle, I landed in just the right spot.
I chose Henry. I chose right.
And I’ll never, ever look back on this night with regret.
January 8th
Henry
I stalk through the water following a fish while Avery tags along, our dinner procurement on our minds. We’ve touched and fooled around all day, but around noon, we finally decided that in the name of survival, we should probably get some work done.
Avery emptied our water collector and tidied our shelter, switching some of the abused sea grape leaves we messed up last night for new ones and making sure the roof is intact.
I stoked the fire and gathered more wood to ensure we could keep it burning, and then together, we went and collected more breadfruit. Avery’s hair is wild with sex, something even her hairbrush couldn’t quite fix, and I swear I’ve barely been able to stop staring at her all day.
Last night was fucking incredible, and we’re both still riding the high.
As the fish I’m after scoots away and I search for another, several droplets of water hit me in the face, and the culprit is obvious when I turn to find Avery still mid-flick. She smiles and giggles, but I shake my head.