Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
I nodded, not trusting my voice. This was so different from that night in his office—no anger, no desperation, just love and tenderness and the promise of time.
He guided me down onto the bed beside him, and then his hands were everywhere. Gentle touches that mapped the contours of my body like he was memorizing me. Soft kisses pressed to my collarbone, my shoulder, the sensitive spot behind my ear that made me shiver.
“I love you,” he murmured against my skin. “I love you so much it scares me sometimes.”
“We can be scared together,” I whispered back, threading my fingers through his hair. “Cancel out each other’s fears.”
He lifted his head to look at me, and I could see my own emotions reflected in his eyes—love and want and wonder that this was finally happening.
“I want to be inside you,” he said softly. “But slow this time. I want to feel every second of it.”
I nodded, already reaching for the bedside drawer where I kept supplies. But Kit caught my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss my palm.
“Let me take care of you,” he said. “Lie back, sweetheart.”
I settled back against the pillows and watched as he found what he needed, my heart racing with anticipation. When he returned to me, his touch was reverent, careful. He took his time opening me up, adding one thick finger, then two, then three, until I was writhing beneath him and begging for more.
“Please,” I gasped, reaching for him. “Kit, please. I need you inside me right now.”
He shoved a pillow under my hips and positioned himself between my legs, the head of his thick cock pressing against my entrance. Our eyes met and held as he began to push inside, slow and careful and fucking perfect.
“Breathe,” he reminded me, his own voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Just breathe, baby.”
I let out a shaky exhale as he filled me completely, the stretch and fullness exactly what I’d been craving. But this time, there was no urgency, no race toward completion. Just the two of us, connected in the most intimate way possible, taking our time to savor every sensation.
“Okay?” he asked, brushing my hair back from my forehead and pressing a hot kiss to the side of my mouth.
“So okay,” I managed, feeling impossibly full of him.
He began to move then, long, slow strokes that hit every nerve ending and made me see stars. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, holding him as close as possible while he loved me with his whole body.
“I dreamed about this,” I confessed in a breathy voice, pressing my face into the curve of his neck. “For years, I dreamed about being with you like this. About being the person in your bed, in your arms.”
It was so good, I wanted to sob with both excitement and relief. But his cock was grazing my gland and lighting me up everywhere. My skin felt electric, and being surrounded by the familiar scent of him, mixed with the smell of sex and the taste of his lips, was more exhilarating than I’d ever imagined.
“Me too,” he admitted, his rhythm never faltering. “Even when I tried not to, I couldn’t stop wanting you.”
The confession sent heat racing through my veins. All those years of thinking I was alone in my desires, and he’d been fighting the same battle.
I could feel my orgasm building, that familiar coiling in my lower belly. But I didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to lose this perfect connection between us.
“Kit,” I whimpered.
“You feel so fucking good on my cock. So hot and tight and perfect,” he growled. “Want to stay inside you, fill you up. Fall asleep locked just like this.”
The words in his sex-graveled voice made my orgasm race down my spine like zapping electrical currents. The weight of him pinning me down, the burning stretch of his cock in my hole, the scent of his sweat and my precum mixed together on my skin.
“Oh god, gonna come!” I warned him.
Kit shifted his angle slightly, hitting that spot inside me again that made me turn inside out. “Let go, beautiful. I’ve got you.”
The heated tenderness in his voice was my undoing. I came with a soft cry, my body arching beneath his as pleasure crashed over me in waves. Kit followed a moment later, his face buried in my neck as he whispered my name like a prayer.
We stayed like that for a long time afterward, wrapped around each other as our breathing slowly returned to normal. Kit’s weight was warm and solid on top of me, and I found myself fighting sleep, not wanting to miss a single second of this.
“You okay?” he asked eventually, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.