Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 48585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I toss my head back and laugh as my legs dangle over the side of his arms. “Isn’t carrying a woman through the threshold supposed to only be for one’s wedding night?” I tease.
“I like to break the rules,” Luc grins mischievously. “Besides, I’m practicing.”
“Practicing for what?”
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he sets me down on top of the bed and climbs over me. Even though we are both still fully dressed, his cock is so hard and swollen that it visibly presses against the fabric of his pants, making the bulge between his legs press against me as I wriggle with delighted anticipation.
“Remember what I promised you back in the hospital?” he asks.
I nod, knowing full well what he’s referring to.
“And do you remember what you asked me in return?”
“Yes,” I grin. “I asked you what would happen if I never tired of making love to you.”
“Mhmm,” he nods as he unbuttons my shirt and pulls my skirt gently down over the side of my hips. “I’m about to test the theory of whether you will tire after hours of lovemaking.”
The very idea of spending hours upon hours in this bed, with Luc’s naked body intertwined with mine and my innermost crevices filled with his throbbing desire, sends me into an intoxicating delirium. I absolutely can’t wait to spend most of this little getaway of ours in bed having sex. And who knows, maybe it will create another little unplanned miracle.
I pull Luc’s shirt up over his head and toss it aside, practically giddy as I reach for his pants next. My fingers fumble with the zipper because I’m too worked up and already practically vibrating with palpable desire. So, he helps me, sliding his pants off and onto the floor beside the bed with ease before letting his weighty cock fall against the top of my thighs.
“You’re teasing me,” I whisper into his ear as he kisses the top of my collarbone, letting me feel his erection at my entrance without pushing into me just yet.
“Maybe,” he smirks as he traces the curvature of my breast with his tongue. “Maybe I just want to make this as satisfying as possible for you.”
I feel so worked up that it’s already nearly unbearable to wait any longer. I’m not sure why everything feels so intense, but every sensation feels as if it’s amped up tenfold. The touch of his skin against mine, the slow slide of his tongue across my breast, and the gentle pressure of his cock between my thighs—it’s overwhelming, as if all of my senses are on fire.
I dig my fingers into the sides of Luc’s waist and pull him into me, not wanting to wait even a moment longer. I think surprise overtakes him because he groans as if the feeling were unexpectedly intense.
Luc lifts himself up onto the palms of his hands and arches his back as he drives into me, unbridled, by taking his time now. He feels the same insatiable yearning that I do, and he can’t stop himself enough to slow down. It doesn’t take long before we’re both quivering into a roaring climax.
“I wanted that to last longer,” he pants against me as he lowers his face to my chest.
I run my hands through his carefully groomed hair until I’ve mussed it up a bit.
“Why would that matter?” I ask teasingly. “You said that we were going to be at this for hours, so I assume we can just go again, can’t we?”
“And again, and again, and again,” he smiles as he kisses me more.
The second time is longer, as is the third. But by the fourth time I’ve orgasmed on a single night, my body seems overly hyped. When Luc’s cock simply touches me, I tremble as if the oven is already too hot to stand anymore.
“Okay, I need to pause,” I laugh in exhaustion.
“Are you sure?” he grins at me, nibbling the side of my ear and holding in a small laugh. “I thought you said that you wanted to go on for hours or even days.”
“I do, I do.” I laugh. “But I need to catch my breath and give my body a chance to regroup. Otherwise, it’s going to get to where all you need to do is look at me in order to make me break into orgasm. That would be a pretty awkward precedent to set once we get back from this vacation.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he laughs. “It might be kind of fun.”
I give him a playful smack on the side, and we both sit up to drink some water. Luc reaches for his pants on the floor to put on, and I can’t help but frown.
“Aw, do you really need to put your pants back on, though?” I tease.
“Actually, yes, I do.” He puts his pants on and promptly reaches his hand into one of the front pockets as I sit naked on the side of the bed, watching him and wondering what he’s doing.