Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 76592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I take my time, exploring him with my mouth and tongue. He grabs my head, urging me to go faster, but I don’t. I want to enjoy him, to savor him. Every gasp and moan, every twitch of his muscles, every shudder that travels through him. I take every reaction as a reward, each one spurring me to tease him further, to taste and touch until he’s a writhing mess beneath me. His pleasure is my pleasure, and I revel in it, savoring the intoxicating mix of power and intimacy.
“Tabitha,” he growls.
It’s a plea. A plea for release, but I ignore it. I’m not ready for this to end yet.
He bucks his hips, trying to set the pace, but I pull back, denying him.
“Jesus fuck,” he grits out.
I only smile, holding his gaze as I lick slowly up the underside of his cock. His eyes roll back, and a guttural sound tears from his throat.
I continue the teasing, the licking, every few strokes taking him deep into my throat.
He groans, grunts, pleads.
Until—
“Fuck, Tabitha, I’m going to… You’ve got to stop. I don’t want—”
“Shh,” I soothe him, lifting my gaze to meet his. “Just let go.”
And he does.
He tenses, releases, and pulses inside my mouth. I swallow every drop of him.
Every single drop.
And I feel…ecstatic.
I release him slowly.
He’s a beautiful mess, hair tousled, breath ragged, a satisfied glow radiating from him. His eyes are filled with warmth and gratitude and something deeper. Something darker.
“Quid pro quo,” he says.
In a flash, we’ve traded places, and his face is between my legs.
A warmth fills me, and not just because of what he’s doing to me. Most men are done once they’ve finished. Not so with Henry. Not so with a generous, sweet, flawed man like Henry.
His mouth is hot and demanding, his tongue exploring me in ways that send shivers of pleasure rippling through my body. He digs his fingers into my thighs and holds me steady as he devours me with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
I gasp at the feel of his lips against me, at the way he teases and tastes with a hunger that matches my own. Every move he makes, every flick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth sends a new wave of pleasure crashing over me.
“Henry…” I moan, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
He responds with a low growl, his movements becoming more frenzied.
Every sensation is heightened, every touch amplified. It’s too much and not enough all at once. I’m lost in him, in us, in this moment of mutual pleasure and desire. Time is suspended as we move together, adrift in our own world.
When the coil tightens, I snap.
The climax rips through me, and words, so many words, leave my mouth.
I’m not sure what they are, only that I have no control over them.
Everything is a colorful kaleidoscope, a whirl of pleasure.
And when he shoves two fingers into my heat, I unravel once more.
“Henry, Henry, Henry…”
He lifts his head, fucks me with his fingers, meets my gaze, his chin glistening.
When my orgasm begins to subside, his mouth is on mine, tongues tangling as I taste my own juices.
It’s raw, feral, and perfect.
The perfect kiss.
The raw and primal wanting of the man I love.
Does he love me back?
Can he love me back?
I stop the thought, revel in the kiss, the longing.
He feels it too. He must.
He wanted me at the hospital. He—
No more thoughts. Only feelings. Only this kiss, his hands on my breasts, fingers tweaking a nipple.
Time slips around its axis. We move in it and outside it. I pull him tighter. He says my name again and I say his, and the names become a rhythm, a promise, a place we’re both allowed to exist without anything else crowding in.
Our bodies are no longer our own.
And I love every bit of it.
Twenty-Eight
Henry
I’m hard again.
After that delectable blow job and an orgasm to end all orgasms, I’m fucking rock hard for Tabitha.
No surprise there. I’m rock hard whenever I’m around her.
She said a lot in her climax. I picked out words.
Henry
Fuck
I
Amazing
Love
And…
You
Did she say what I think she said?
I can’t ask.
I’m not sure I want to.
Because while I feel it—the love for her—I’m not sure I trust myself yet to know if my feelings are genuine.
All I know in this split second is that I need to be inside her. Inside that tight little pussy. Inside that beautiful body.
Inside that amazing woman who I…
Who I…
I flip her onto her back and thrust into her.
She gasps, her eyes flaring wide as I fill her.
I push deeply, drinking in the sight of her body under mine, her breasts heaving and her lips parted. Her amber eyes widen and then flutter closed. She throws her head back with a moan as I start to move.
She digs her sharp nails into my skin, but I don’t care. The tiny pricks of pain only add to the pleasure. I’m lost in her, in the feel of us together, in the rhythm we create.