Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“Oh! Oh, god!” Right away, her hands find the back of my head and hold me in place so my tongue can work her swollen, wet slit. “Shit, that feels so good… don’t stop…”
I won’t. Not until she comes hard enough to drown me. She’s already halfway there, working her hips, grinding against my face. Opening my eyes, I watch her body move like a wave, undulating, and knowing I’m the reason why is better than any drug, any booze, anything I can imagine. This is what I want, to taste her on my tongue and hear her lose herself. I want it every day, always.
Just like I want her thighs to close around my head when she comes, blocking out everything but the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. Her hips lift once, twice, before she falls back against the bed and goes limp. “Fuck, Carter…” she moans, gasping for breath.
“So sweet,” I whisper, lapping up her juices, spreading her lips to catch every drop of what flowed from her core and keeps flowing with every twitch of her muscles. She shivers at the touch, but that doesn’t stop me from claiming every ounce of her.
And it’s still not enough. Even when she sits up and pulls her dress over her head, it’s not enough. When she lies back again with her arms reaching for me so she can take me inside her, it’s not enough.
I don’t think it ever will be. Just like I can never make her happy enough. But I’m going to try.
I can’t get out of my clothes fast enough. Once I’m finished, I lower myself over her so her hands can run over me. Her touch is electric, making it hard to be gentle as I guide my dripping head to her wet, pulsing pussy. Our eyes lock when I find her quivering hole—and when I push past it, filling her up, she arches her back and moans my name. “Carter…”
Between that and the way she is still fluttering inside, I have to fight to hold onto my control. She moves with me, legs locked around my back, her arms around my shoulders, her eyes never leaving mine.
It’s almost scary, the way I would swear she’s staring straight into my soul as I move inside her, taking her in deep, slow strokes because I don’t want this to end. Not ever. I’ve never felt anything like it and might not ever again, so I want it to go on forever. The two of us in this room, in this bed, making something together. Us, the way it’s meant to be. I understand that now. She was always supposed to be mine.
We’re not fucking. We’re making love. Something in my soul sings, and I almost want to laugh even as she starts to get tighter around me, jerking her hips to match my strokes, pulling me deeper, making it harder to hold on. “Come with me,” she begs, clutching me tighter, whimpering louder the closer she gets.
“Give it to me,” I whisper before brushing my mouth against hers, savoring every inch of her, every sound she makes. “Come for me.”
“I am… I am… Carter!” And then she does, clutching tight around me for a second before the fluttering starts.
Fuck, it’s incredible, it’s too much. I have to give in. I’m barely out of her in time to spill my cum across her inner thigh, marking her, claiming her as mine. This is it. She is mine forever.
And I’m hers.
All we have to do now is break the news to the rest of the world.
When she opens her eyes and looks up at me, wearing a soft, tender smile, I know we can do it.
THIRTY-TWO
Elliana
“Are you sure about this? I’m serious.”
Carter barely stops short of rolling his eyes before he unbuckles his seatbelt and angles his body until he’s facing me. There are dark circles under his eyes after we talked for hours, but he looks sharp and focused. I’m glad. One of us needs to be. “I’m going to tell you the same thing I’ve told you, what, seven times this morning? At least?”
“But who’s counting,” I mutter.
“I have never been more sure of anything.” Lifting my hand, he presses his lips to my knuckles. “There’s no going back, so you’re stuck with me. I hate to break it to you.”
“I guess I’ll learn to live with it.”
He has a way of breaking through my fear and making me believe everything is going to be all right.
But this is huge, what we’re about to do. We talked it over until I almost lost my voice and finally had to go to sleep to get at least a little rest before going home together today. I still don’t feel exactly confident, but I have Carter next to me as we walk up to the front door, hand in hand.