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)
Thank fuck.
Her lips are on mine, soft and warm, and it’s like the rest of the world disappears. There’s no hospital, no tarmac, no island—just Avery. My hands cup her face, and she leans into me, her body pressing closer, like she’s trying to merge us into one. And hell, I’d let her if it were a physical possibility.
Because you’d do anything for her.
I pull back just enough to look at her, to make sure this is real and not some vivid dream I’ll wake up from. Her eyes meet mine, wide and searching. Her clothes are long gone—leaving her body at some point, just like mine, while we were kissing. Her hair is messy from sleep, slightly curling around her face, and she’s not wearing a trace of makeup.
This is Avery in her rawest form, and she’s fucking perfect.
“Avery,” I murmur, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “Are you sure?”
She nods, her hands slipping up my arms and over my shoulders. “I’m sure,” she whispers.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, and she responds with a hunger that matches my own. I slide my hands down her back, pulling her even closer, until there’s no space between us. Every touch, every sigh, every soft sound she makes fuels something in me I didn’t know existed two weeks ago.
“Fuck,” I groan, flipping her onto her back. “I want you.”
She kisses me harder, her nails digging into the skin of my back with a delicious zing, while her legs wrap around my hips. She pushes her bare pussy against my bare cock, grinding herself against me in a way that makes another groan leave my lips.
“Put your cock inside me,” she whispers, her voice a combination of a demand and a plea. “I need to feel you, Henry.”
I can’t say no. Truthfully, I don’t even try. I just slide my cock inside her perfect pussy, my eyes practically rolling to the back of my head as I feel her warmth stretched tightly around me.
It’s beautifully familiar, and the only thing that feels exactly the same as it did while we were stranded. It’s grounding.
“God, Avery, you feel so good,” I whisper and take her mouth in another deep kiss. “How do you always feel so fucking good?”
A moan escapes her throat when I start to thrust my cock inside her, filling her all the way up before slowly pulling back and doing it all over again. Her perfect tits brush against my chest with every panting breath, and I can already feel pleasure building at the base of my spine.
Her hands explore my body, her touch igniting a fire under my skin. I’ve been with women before—plenty of them, if I’m honest—but nothing has ever felt like this.
Nothing has ever felt like her.
Previously, I had the stamina of legend—I could always fuck for hours. But Avery feels too fucking good, and I have to make a concerted, focused effort to hold back my climax. I refuse, however, to come before her.
Her pussy clenches around me, and I grit my teeth as I flip onto my back and adjust her body above mine. “Ride me,” I tell her, my mouth parted as I watch her seat herself fully. “Make yourself come on my cock, Avery.”
She moans, but she doesn’t hesitate to brace herself with her hands on my chest and get to work. Her hips move in the sexiest fucking way as she finds her rhythm, taking what she needs and leaving me with the scraps.
It’s so hot, so uninhibited. I swear, I could watch it all night.
“God, Henry,” she whispers through a moan. Her head falls back, and her breasts bounce softly up and down as she rides me.
I can’t look away. All I can do is watch her and do my fucking best to hold my climax back until she comes.
Her lips part and her eyes fall closed and her body trembles as waves of her own pleasure consume her. I bite the tip of my tongue to stave off finishing, the beauty of her climax deserving of every last vestige of my attention. She moans and screams, and my heart races at a gallop as her neck bends back with no control, my entire world focused at the center of her tanned thighs. She’s so fucking perfect, and I can’t take it anymore.
When the urge to come grows too strong, too all-consuming, I flip Avery onto her back again and thrust my cock as deep as I can go. Her pussy grips me tightly as I plunge toward my climax recklessly, raucously, like a runaway, million-ton train. At the last possible fucking second, I pull out and paint her perfect fucking skin with my come.
Her hair fans out on the white of my sheets, her hands above her head and her eyes narrowed with satisfaction. She’s sated, safe, and her belly is covered in my come.