Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
I gasp and press my hand on top of his, pushing against my breast with more pleasure. He grips my hip, and the combination—one hand burning into my hip, the other on my breast—adds to the volcano threatening to blow each and every second.
We’re bucking now. Wild. His face contorts as if he’s trying to hold himself back. I’m not… I’m running toward my orgasm, wild and free, choosing when and how I take it. Take him. Take everything.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groans. “Fuuuuuuck.”
“Yes, yes,” I gasp, moving faster, his stiff cock feeling like it’s boiling inside of me, like soon, the flames will spread and there will be nothing left but pure, transformative pleasure.
“I’m almost there,” I gasp when I feel the orgasm teasing at the edges. “Please. Oh—fuck.”
I collapse atop him, as he grabs my ass in both hands and fucks up into me hard. I’m not riding him anymore. I’m sitting atop him as he loses control, as his hips go into overdrive and he fires his huge manhood into me over and over.
The orgasm shatters me, pleasure seeping out of me, my legs trembling violently as I bite deep into his hard shoulder. He gasps in my ear, his warm breath whispering over me, as he thrusts up one final time and explodes inside of me.
I sit up, looking down at him as he loses himself in the pleasure. In me. In us. His hands fall to the sides. I catch them halfway, interlock our fingers, and ride him toward the end as his cock begins to wilt inside of me.
After, I slide away from him. He immediately pulls me into his arms, looking at me with a dazed smile on his face.
“Where did that come from?” he asks huskily.
“My dreams,” I reply without thinking.
He tilts his head and looks closely at me. Just like he looked closely when he first tuned into my stream, noticing things others wouldn’t.
I laugh, shaking my head. “Too poetic?”
“Never.” He kisses me passionately. “You’re perfect.”
“Nobody’s perfect.”
“Exception—rule. That’s you.”
I lay my head on his chest. I can feel the ridges my teeth made against my cheek. I lean back again. “Are you okay?”
He smirks and strokes a hand through my hair. “I like it. A reminder of what we did together. Of what we have.”
I want to warn him… we don’t have a relationship, not yet. We’ve still got ground to cover. But I can’t deny that this feels like the start of something real.
“Try to sleep,” I murmur, kissing him on the cheek.
“I just might,” he replies. “But I’ll be gone before you wake up.”
“That’s okay,” I tell him. “Just hold me for a little while.”
He squeezes me tightly against him. I look down his body, laughing softly when I see his still-naked length growing hard again. Even sticky and glistening with our combined wetness, he’s slowly thickening for me.
“How?” I ask.
“It’s you,” he growls. “Only you.”
“Well… since we were interrupted last time…”
When I begin to move down his body, he gently tugs on my hand. “I’ve got a better idea.”
“Oh yeah?”
When he suggests it, I laugh in delight. I feel drunk on this moment, on our reunion and release. It’s all the sweeter because I feel like I know him so much more now, and that he knows me.
He lies on his back as I climb on top of him. In reverse. I sit on his face as I lean down, bringing my mouth to his cock. The moment his lips press against my clit, I moan, shifting back against him. He gasps, his hot breath moving over me, when I take him into my mouth.
I rub his base with my hand, twisting and pumping. He massages my ass in turn as he pushes his tongue inside me, then flicks it to my clit and licks in quick, possessive strokes. I buck my hips against him. Riding his face as I swirl my tongue around his salty tip and move my hand faster.
He starts to buck his hips, pushing deeper into my mouth. I do the same, grinding against his face. The room is filled with wet noisiness and moans that add to the pleasure. It’s like there’s a balloon of release waiting to burst inside of me.
When he makes his tongue hard and starts fucking me with it again—rubbing my clit at the same time—I lose it. I can’t suck him anymore, just rub him with my hand. I’m worried I’ll bite down as the euphoria courses through me.
When his release shoots into my mouth, salty and tangy and him, it’s like it hits a switch inside of me. I sit down on his face. Hard. Pump my hips as my pussy pulses with waves of pleasure that drip down his face. He feasts on me, losing control, fucking my slit with his tongue like his life depends on it.