Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 157162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
“You don’t stop looking at me,” he ordered, gray eyes blazing.
I sucked in a ragged breath as the prospect felt impossible, but I held his gaze.
Once he was satisfied that I’d obey his command, he continued. My breath caught as he found the right spot, using just the right rhythm that sent me hurtling into the abyss. My orgasm was a cresting wave. Just when I thought I’d reached the top, it rose higher and higher. Mewls of bliss erupted from my throat, my hands gripping the sheets so hard I feared I’d shred them to tatters.
And still, I didn’t close my eyes. With a probing gaze and rapt satisfaction, Elliot watched me.
By the time my body started to come down, I was spent, stretched and ruined.
But Elliot wasn’t done.
He seemed to sense the slacking in my limbs, the lengthening of my breaths. Because then he was on top of me, poised at my sopping-wet, pulsating entrance. I squirmed as his hard cock pressed against my tender flesh.
He hovered there, one hand framing my face, the other bracing himself on an elbow, face inches from mine. Ever so slowly, he crossed the scant handful of inches he’d left between us in order to lay his lips on mine. Considering the lasciviousness I’d seen etched into his features, I had expected him to be at the point of explosion. I was prepared for the savage teeth, mouth and tongue that I had become used to when we kissed with a desperate intensity.
But he moved slowly, with an intentional tenderness that took the breath from my lungs.
As he pushed into me, he kept kissing me like that, not lurching inside but easing himself in, delicious inch by inch.
The sensations were indescribable, my body still quivering with aftershocks, my insides tender from the fucking from last night.
Elliot’s slow entrance was a torture in itself. He didn’t use enough force to hurt me, nor did he provide sufficient friction to elongate my orgasm or send me hurtling into another.
Once he was all the way inside me, he looked upward, again observing me.
My entire body shook as if his attention was an earthquake, shattering me to the very foundation.
“Perfect,” he uttered. Then he thrust in and out. My body reveled in the sensation of fullness, of pleasure. “Fucking perfect,” he grunted again, moving slowly, torturing us both.
I wanted desperately to buck my hips, if only to speed up the process, to turn this into something familiar, that didn’t feel so pivotal.
Yet I stayed still, letting this happen to me because it was the most beautiful thing I’d experienced.
And it was the ruin of me.
When we were finished, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my mind nothing but the echoing boom of my heart pounding in my chest. My limbs were made of jelly, my insides mush. Elliot’s arms around me seemed to be the only thing holding me together.
I lay there much longer than I should’ve, letting him draw lazy circles around my navel. Warmth from the soft morning light filtered through the room, the feeling of contentment slithering through my pores to somewhere deep inside.
“That was…” My voice was raspy, as if I’d smoked a pack of cigarettes, which I felt like I could do right then—the sex was that good.
“That wasn’t…” I cleared my throat, moving to settle onto my elbow so I could cup my cheek in my hand and look at Elliot.
He was Calvin Klein model gorgeous, with the sunlight hitting him, showing off the tousled curls, the square jaw, his piercing, kind eyes. The muscles that seemed sculpted by Michelangelo himself.
His lips were turned upward in amusement as he waited for me to form a complete sentence. It was a warm amusement, intimate.
“There weren’t a lot of … orders this time.” It was a terrible articulation of what I was trying to say. Or ask. I didn’t know what exactly I was trying to express.
“You’re trying to discern whether I need to order you to get on your knees every time I fuck you?” His teasing tone matched his face.
Though I normally got irritated when people teased me, especially when it was about something I felt unsure of, I couldn’t stop my own mouth from tilting up some.
“Well, yes.” I had the insane urge to brush a wayward curl from his forehead. Such a tender gesture was beyond the pale for fuck buddies and definitely not something I was practiced in doing.
“I’m by no means sexually inexperienced,” I expanded, not giving in to the urge. “I’ve just never been a part of an arrangement like this before, and that…” I gestured to both of our bodies, trying to encompass the sex we just had. “Was nothing like last night. And you seem to have gotten off on it—”