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)
A strangled gasp burst from him when she wrapped her hand around his cock, sliding down slowly and then coming back up. She was right, it was different when someone else gave you pleasure. He wanted to laugh—with joy, with disbelief, with wonder—but he didn’t think he was capable.
“Sam,” she whispered, “you’re very large, and I think it’s best if I…” And then the heat of her body was gone as she got up, and he made a strangled sound of dismay, lifting his head as a smile played on her lips.
She removed her underwear and tossed it aside, and then she unhooked her bra and let it slide to the floor. She stood before him, naked, and this time, he let himself look. Beautiful. Perfect. Every inch of her. Her round breasts. Her small brown nipples, hard and tight. Her slim waist and beautifully round hips. And the short patch of dark hair at the apex of her thighs.
Images invaded his mind. Pumping hips and monstrous growls of possession. He swallowed, gasped, shut it out. He was tied down, tamed, and she was in charge. Not him.
Trust.
She climbed back up and swung her leg over his hips. “I think it’s best if I come,” she said, reaching between her thighs and using a finger to outline her lips.
He groaned. He couldn’t watch or he’d come too, and then it’d be over, and he wouldn’t let that happen. Not yet.
But he also had to watch. He couldn’t look away. So he gritted his teeth and watched as her finger moved on her body.
She was causing his cock to bounce on his stomach, and even that slight contact was sweet torture.
“I’m pretending this is your hand, Sam. I want this to be you touching me. Promise me it will be soon.” Her mouth parted as she arched her back, her nipples puckering tightly.
He grunted, his vision going hazy as he stared at her ever-quickening movements. He was so tense his muscles ached, and his veins protruded from his skin, rushing hotly with blood. He memorized the way she moved her finger as she brought herself pleasure and wrote another page to her journal, storing that too inside himself with all her beautiful words and pieces of poetry. It was colored with the secret hues of her body and the private sounds bursting from her lips. It was another part of her he never expected to receive, and he would cherish it just as he did with every other precious part of this woman.
Her soft skin was glistening, and Sam was sweating too, desperate with need and a hundred other feelings he’d never had before. She gasped. “I’m so close, Sam,” she said. “It won’t take long, and then…oh,” she moaned. Her head went back as her movements quickened, and less than a minute later, she tensed, crying out, shuddering as Sam held himself as still as possible and willed himself not to join her. He was a master at denying himself, yet he’d never come closer to failing.
Her head fell forward, and for a moment, she simply breathed before raising her face to his and kissing him. This kiss was as slow as the one in the forest but even deeper, and again his hips began to circle, to reach. Every inch of him was electrified, including his mind, his heart.
“Are you okay?” she asked when they came up for air.
“No,” he said honestly, and despite the answer, whatever was on his face made her smile.
“Ready?” she asked, and he sensed she was asking herself as much as him.
“Yes,” he answered. No. This might leave the worst scar of all. Yet he’d beg her if she stopped.
She took him in her hand and brought the head of him to her opening, meeting his eyes as she began lowering herself. Oh, dear God. Oh. He never imagined pleasure like this. Never. She was so hot and soft and wet, and his body shuddered yet again at the way her body enveloped the tip of him. She adjusted herself just a little, blinking, focusing as she lowered herself just a bit more. She was right, he was large, and she was not, and though he shook and struggled not to plunge up into her, he was worried he’d lose the battle.
“Autumn,” he panted, and whatever she heard in his voice made her press down harder, a small cry falling from her lips until he was all the way in.
Oh God oh God oh God.
She released a breath, and he felt her body relax. Her lips tipped in a smile as she closed her eyes and began to move. “Mmm,” she moaned. “God, you feel good. We don’t seem to fit, but we do, don’t we, Sam? Perfectly.”
“Autumn,” he said again. It was the only word he was capable of. The only word ever created. The only one that mattered in all the world.