Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.” She brushes at her eyes. “And I don’t mean romantically seductive. I mean romantically honest. Though I do find heartfelt words to be incredibly hot.”
Holy balls, her smile is lovely. “I’ve never enjoyed another person’s company the way I enjoy yours,” I tell her, grinning like the cow on her shirt. Except that giant backward goofy grin probably looks adorable on bovines but not so much on me.
“I’ve never connected on an emotional level with anyone the way I do with you. I don’t think time is a good indicator of how well people are going to mesh or if they’re going to succeed. I’m not worried about that.”
My chest gets tight. Time after time, I’ve been something with Amalphia that I’ve never been with anyone else. Vulnerable. Open. Honest. Human. Me.
“What are you worried about?” I grasp her lightweight comforter in both hands before I realize I’m doing it.
She shakes her head, and when she touches my face, curling her palm around my jaw, a volcano pretty much explodes in my chest. I’m lava-level hot all over, my pulse skyrocketing.
“Nothing,” she replies.
She drapes one leg over me and moves her hands to my shoulders. Then, she swings herself onto my lap and straddles me in those fuzzy green pants. Her hair falls forward to frame her face, her pupils are huge, and her cheeks are flushed. She’s getting two major dicks up from me, which totally isn’t as strange as having carnal relations with one’s fridge, but the book was so convincing that, as the kids say, I ship them.
Cringe.
I’m cringing inwardly right now.
Worrying about embarrassing the shit out of myself.
Doing it exactly right.
And making it perfect.
I think she can sense how up in my head I am because she’s the one who kisses me. It’s wicked hot, her lips are hungry, and a single second pulls me out of my body until I feel like I’m hovering around the room in a state of pure bliss. She grasps my shirt hard but hauls herself in with it until her chest mashes up against mine. She’s not wearing a bra under her T-shirt, a fact that my brain nearly checks out after computing, which means I can feel her tight, peaked nipples brushing up against me.
“I can’t say I’ve ever been a big fan of kissing until I kissed you,” she pants. “I like the way you do it.”
I slide my tongue along her lower lip, satisfied with the way she writhes in my lap. “I like the way you do it too.”
She lets me into her mouth, pants when I stroke her tongue with mine, and sits back hard against my dick. I don’t just see stars. My vision goes supernova.
She does it again, tossing her head back and sighing like I’ve just found her most secret spot. She arches her back, and before I can even register what’s happening, she pulls her T-shirt over her head and chucks it to the floor.
I’m…oh god, this is a different galaxy entirely. A whole sea of perfection. Creamy skin, lovely breasts, pert raspberry nipples.
I’m scared to move, to do something that will ruin the perfection of this moment, but Amalphia doesn’t have any such fears. She buries her fingers in my hair and tugs me forward, arching up so my lips land right on her breast.
“Do that thing with your tongue that you were just doing. Ahhh, yes. That’s it. That’s amazing. More. Please.”
I roll my tongue around her nipple, glorying in the sharp little puffs of air and even sharper cries she makes. She helps me, arching her back until I think it’s going to crack. It’s like she can’t get close enough.
She lifts my hand to her other breast and curls my finger around the heavy orb.
“I want you to eat my pussy like you’re my alien fridge, and I’m the snack that’s going to get tucked up inside you.”
The fact that this isn’t the most absurd thing I’ve heard tonight really proves how wildly I’ve been introduced to new ideas.
“Wait,” she amends, laughing. “I think I have that backward.”
I keep circling her nipple with my tongue and swirling the pad of my thumb around the other. “You’re not a fridge alien. You’ve always been the most beautiful soul. But as for uh…your request, I’d be happy to do that for you.”
She’s the one who yanks her pants down her thighs and tries to shimmy out of them. Given that she’s still straddling my lap, I have to help her. I don’t get my hands halfway up before she’s taking them and latching them onto her hips. She runs my palms over the gentle curve of her bottom. She stretches one leg out to the side, slips her pants off, and then shimmies out of the other pant leg with the grace of an acrobat. She’s now totally naked.