Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I feel my sex stretching to take him, and I moan as he slams into me. He holds my leg in place to keep me wide open for him, and runs his nails up and down the back of my leg as he thrusts. I move with him, ramming my hips in time with his. I find myself grabbing his ass, and pushing him in deeper with each thrust until his full length is buried deep inside my body.
Rhett angles his hips so that each thrust hits only one special spot. At first, I am not sure how I feel about the sensation. I feel like I am about to pee myself, but that feeling passes, and it feels … good. Damn good. I move with Rhett, but I let him take the lead, let him rock my world in a way I didn’t know it could be rocked.
A shiver goes through me as my sex clenches tightly around Rhett’s cock of its own accord, my back arches, and my eyes roll back. My body becomes rigid as another orgasm crashes over me. Never in my wildest dreams …
Oh God!
My fingernails dig viciously into Rhett’s shoulders as I cling for dear life. His thrusting reaches new heights as he moves harder and faster. Each thrust sends electric pulses through me, elongating my climax. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. Just when I feel like I can’t handle anymore any longer, that I will burst open like a piñata doll, I feel the muscles in Rhett’s back tense and his face contorts in pleasure. He climaxes hard.
“Fuck, Pippa,” he growls, shuddering, his cock deep inside me.
He withdraws out of me and gently releases my leg before rolling off of me, ripping off the condom. We lay side by side for a moment, our fingers interlocked beside us.
My chest is heaving, and I am, and there is no other way to put this, in shock. I never thought it could be like this. All these years … The quiet of Rhett’s bedroom wraps around me like a cocoon. My skin is still tingling, every nerve ending alive, buzzing, and I feel an exhilaration I didn’t even know I was capable of. I stare at the ceiling, trying to process the sheer intensity of what just happened.
For the first time, I actually understand. I understand why everyone makes such a fuss about sex. Why my friends talk about sex as though it’s some magical, transformative experience. I always thought it was, well, overrated to be perfectly honest. I mean, I did it with George, obviously not for me, but for him, for the sake of keeping him happy, keeping us together, but I never truly enjoyed it. It was a duty. Like how he took out the trash for us. A duty. To keep me happy.
How was I to know it could feel like … this?
And now I know. I know what I’ve been missing. I feel a strange combination of awe and heat pooling low in my stomach, a rush that’s almost addictive. My fingers trace over the back of Rhett’s hand absentmindedly. I can’t stop thinking about him, the way he looked at me, the way he held me, the way he made me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered, the way he showed me just how good my body can feel in the right hands.
Suddenly, I feel a small pang of guilt, a fleeting thought of George sneaks into my mind. That familiar mix of obligation and residual affection I’ve carried for him. But I shake it off, telling myself that this … this isn’t about him. Not anymore. This is about me. About discovering what I want, what I like, what makes me feel alive. As Rhett so eloquently put it, George is busy getting laid, so I owe him no loyalty.
Rhett rolls to his side and faces me. He watches me with those infuriatingly knowing eyes of his. As if he can read my every thought, my every desire, my every hesitation. And I think, not for the first time tonight, how much I like being seen like that. Being understood, even if it is just for this night. But the way he’s looking at me, with that combination of possessiveness and hunger it’s almost predatorymakes my pulse skip.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he murmurs, leaning up onto one elbow, his head propped in his hand. His voice is low, teasing, and the way it pours over me makes me shiver.
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. “I’m … I don’t know. Processing I guess,” I admit. “You … uh … I … well, I had no idea it could feel like … that.”
His eyes sparkle, his grin widens, and his face takes on a smug, cocky look that makes me want to shove him off the bed and then kiss him again immediately.