Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 124341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Their kisses grew deeper, his skin hotter, the press of his arousal probing her hip. She shivered with delight, with anticipation, growing wetter between her legs with each stroke of his tongue. “Undress me, Sam,” she said between kisses.
He hesitated for only a moment, leaning back and helping her lift her tank top over her head. The mechanics of undressing, of removing her underwear, his boxers, was awkward in the close quarters of their double bed, yet there was something dreamy about it too, something magical and secret, and they laughed softly, that laughter dissolving into moans as naked skin touched naked skin and again, he brought his mouth to hers.
“Please,” she whispered, taking his hand to her breast, sighing when his rough palm grazed her nipple.
He raised his head, watching her face as he explored, running a thumb over her nipple as she moaned his name. His hips thrust, an instinctive seeking, and as if he’d heard her silent asking, he brought his mouth to the place his fingers had just been. She gasped, pressing her breast to his mouth, fireworks of pleasure bursting between her thighs when he gently pulled.
He spent several minutes going between her breasts, kissing, exploring, and though there was a dreamy quality to their interlude, for Autumn, it was also bright and vivid. Not the room or the outside world but them, their bodies, as they sought and gave, pleasure flowing from one to the other. As if she’d fallen asleep and been swept into an electrical storm.
He trailed his hands down her stomach, touching, feathering, seemingly rapt, intent on knowing every inch of her. Autumn gloried in his slow exploration. He was also driving her insane with desire. “I need you so much, Sam,” she said, lifting her hips, her own desperate seeking, the raw need to be filled and stretched, to feel the way her body so naturally accepted him. To experience the welcome invasion of every part of her all at once: her body, her heart, and her soul.
She almost expected him to hesitate or even resist, when he didn’t, when he first brought his hand between her legs, stroking, she almost wept with the bliss but also the relief. He was as caught up as she was, even if not as certain. She could still see the vulnerability in his heavy-lidded eyes, still feel the unpracticed nature of his movements. It made her craving for him rise higher. She was vibrating with it. She’d known sex could be more than she’d experienced it in the past, but she’d never realized passion could be like this. Like burning hunger. Like sweet insanity.
His finger dipped inside her, and she cried out softly, her hips bucking. He let out a low growl, doing it again and then using his finger to mimic the movements she’d made with her own hand when she’d made herself come. She’d told him there was something infinitely better about having someone else give you pleasure, and she hadn’t been wrong. “Oh, Sam, Sam, Sam,” she moaned. It was so good. His finger sped up, gliding easily through her drenched folds. She was only delicious sensation and breath and the booming echo of her own heart. Her body sang, and so did her soul, each note calling his name. “Please,” she panted, and he covered her body with his, replacing his finger with the blunt tip of his erection. Their eyes met. His body quivered. He was shaking with need, with some measure of fear perhaps too. “I love you,” she breathed again, right before he began pressing slowly inside, her arousal easing the way, her body remembering him, ecstatic at his return.
He panted, groaned, gasping her name as he began to move, slowly at first, pausing before each deliberate press that brought his flat stomach to hers. She spun higher, the electrical storm sparking around her, glowing brighter, carrying her away so that she could only wrap her legs around his hips and hold on tight.
His movements sped up as he relinquished some control, and she let out a strangled gasp of joyful bliss, his hips thrusting ever faster. She wanted to scream with the pleasure, but she knew she couldn’t do that, not here, so she turned her head to the side, squeezing her eyes shut as the first wave of release crashed over her, making her gasp and thrash. It went on and on, one crest after the other until she was mindless, boneless, and sobbing his name.
He came with a gasp and a groan, pressing his face into her neck as he shuddered, pressed, and poured into her, eventually slowing, their stilted breath merging with the gentle breeze making the curtains lift and sway. She ran her fingers over his back, up his arms, the beauty of what they’d just experienced still sparkling through her cells.