Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“I’m not deliberately tormenting you. I just want it all to last forever.”
She arches her back, pushing herself onto my tongue and she sighs with relief.
She’s lush and ripe and wet and I bury myself in her, licking and sucking. I want to take all her sounds and bottle them so I can play them whenever I want, but then I realize, I don’t have to. I don’t have to think about not being with her, because I will always be with her. I’ll always be able to taste her. I’m going to make her come on my tongue every fucking day for the rest of our lives.
She pulses against my tongue, her clit swollen and needy, her folds engorged and ready. It hasn’t taken long to take her to the edge like this.
“I love you,” she calls out and I growl into her pussy and her entire body vibrates as if my sounds are carried into her body, her soul and push her off the edge into bliss.
I lap at her softly as she floats back down to earth, wanting her clean. Wanting her fresh for what comes next.
I stand and strip off, but I can’t take my eyes from her. She’s splayed out across the mattress, her chest still heaving at the effort of orgasming on my tongue. She looks wonderous. A vision. A goddamn goddess.
I have to be inside her.
I glance around, trying to figure out where my wallet is.
“No,” she whimpers from the bed. “No condom, Jack. I want you bare inside me. Nothing between us.”
I have to steady my breathing. I have to try and block out what she’s saying. If I don’t, I’m going to come standing here in front of her.
I close my eyes. And block out the sounds of her. The slightest thing will push me over this cliff edge I find myself on.
I fist my hands and take a deep breath. My vision blurs. All I want to do is fuck this woman in front of me. Fuck her until neither of us have the energy to do anything but lie in each other’s arms. Fuck until we’re old and gray and the world has collapsed around us.
I open my eyes and she’s propped up on her elbows looking at me.
She reaches out her hand. I step closer and crawl up her body. The heat of her skin makes me feel like I’ve come home.
She’s home.
She’s all I’ve ever wanted and I never knew it.
If all the money, my name, the status, the charities—if everything disappears tomorrow, it doesn’t matter because I have Iris.
I cage her with my arms. We’re face-to-face, body-to-body. She slides her legs wide, my erection pressing against her mound.
Her throat bobs, like she’s anxious. But I don’t want her to be.
“What’s wrong?” I ask
She shakes her head. “Nothing… it’s just…” She stops.
“What?”
“I know you’ll propose and we’ll get married in front of our family somewhere—”
“In Star Falls,” I say. “It has to be here.”
She smiles. “In Star Falls. And I know I’ll have the best time and everyone else will think, oh they’re married now. Now they’re husband and wife… but—”
“But this, now, this is our ceremony.” I finish her sentence for her. “This is our union.”
She swallows again. “Yeah.”
My love for the woman under me threatens to overwhelm me. I know exactly what she means. I feel the same way. We’re bonded forever, not by legal document or official ceremony, but our commitment to each other.
I press at her entrance, our eyes locked.
She nods, urging me on. I push deeper, our bodies sliding together in a final act of giving ourselves to each other.
“I love you,” I choke out.
“I love you too,” she says, her fingertips pressing into my shoulders.
She feels like silk and velvet and exactly like heaven. As I withdraw, she grips me like I might never return, and I have to pause to make sure this isn’t over before it’s begun.
“It’s better like this,” she says, her voice breathy. “I can feel how hard you are.”
I groan. This woman is trying to kill me.
Her hands skirt the sides of me and pull me closer to her. I push in again, harder this time and she cries out my name.
I slam into her deeper and deeper, pressing and pressing, wanting her to feel everything I can feel.
“You’re perfect,” I cry out, tensing my jaw, sweat sheening my body.
“Jack,” she moans again.
My orgasm breaks from its leash and steals up my spine, sending blistering strikes of pleasure up every nerve ending, so deep inside me. If feels like I’m hurtling into a black hole, clinging on to Iris. She’s the only thing I’m sure that exists in this moment. The rest of the world falls away and I don’t care about anything else. I don’t think I’ll ever come back from the pleasure, the release, the feeling of pure bliss that fills every cell and the world goes black.