Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 68006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
She shakes her head.
The king-sized bed in the room beckons. “I suppose we could…”
“Yes, Leif. Please.”
Making love to Kelly is never a chore. It won’t be our normal angry passion. It will be slow. Slow, because that’s the mood we’re both in right now. We’re in limbo. We don’t know what will happen next.
She undresses for me slowly, and I follow suit. Then she takes the lead, grabbing my hand and taking me to the bed.
“What would you like, baby?” I ask.
“Just lie with me. Let me touch you. You touch me.”
“Of course.” I lie down on the bed, pull her down next to me.
She snuggles into my arms, her soft head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, and I glide my fingers down her side and then up over her soft shoulder.
Perhaps we’ll just lie together, and although my cock is hard as a rock, I can handle that.
So I’m very surprised when her warm hand cups my balls.
I breathe in deeply. “Baby…” I caress her soft hair, kiss her forehead.
She plays with my balls, palms one and then the other and then she moves her head off my shoulder, giving me access to her lips.
We kiss. Just soft pecks, smacks of our lips, as she continues rubbing my balls.
Then…
She takes my cock, grasps it, and she adds her other hand.
“God,” I groan. “Feels good.”
She brings her hand to her mouth, swirls her fingers in her mouth to wet them, and then goes back to my cock. With one hand, she’s cupping my balls, and with the other she’s gliding up and down my cock.
I close my eyes, let the feelings overtake me. I want to do something for her, but this feels too good. So slow, so romantic.
And I wonder… Has she done this to any man before me?
Doesn’t matter. So I let the thought go. I float away as if on a soft breeze.
I bring my other hand over to her shoulder to caress her, rub her back as she continues to play with me.
I groan. It comes out of my mouth like a slow growl.
She answers with a sweet sigh of her own. Then she kisses me. Smacks her lips against mine and then kisses my chest, my nipples, all the while still toying with my cock.
Slowly and slowly she works me, and I move my hips in tandem with her movements.
“Baby, I need you. Need to touch you. Kiss you.”
“Please… Let me…”
She continues, and I continue getting more and more turned on. I want to come inside her tight little pussy, but if this is what she needs—what she wants in this moment—I will give it to her.
Her hands, her fists, her fingers, her glorious touch…
“Yeah, baby. Faster. Just like that…”
She tightens her grip, quickens her movements, and—
“God, yes…” I come. I come on her hands. Onto my own belly.
Then she moves on top of me, presses her lips to mine, tangles her tongue with mine.
We kiss.
We kiss for a long time.
27
KELLY
Leif left at eight thirty, and it’s creeping up on nine now—when he’s supposed to meet my supposed father.
He made me get dressed before he left. He didn’t want me lying in here naked in case he had to come get me quickly. I’m sitting on the couch in my room next to the table where my half-eaten spaghetti still sits, now cold and congealed.
Leif said not to put the room service out because he doesn’t want anyone to know that we’re here.
That anyone is here.
The piece of almond cake still sits on the tray as well—both pieces actually. Leif didn’t eat his either. It’s a flourless cake—just dense almonds and vanilla.
I take my fork, break off a piece, bring it to my mouth. It’s delicious and creamy, heady almost, the nuttiness of the almonds with a touch of vanilla.
It cries out for a dry sparkling wine, like Prosecco.
Then I wonder… How do I even know if wine would go with an almond torte?
Doesn’t matter. Who cares?
We weren’t allowed to have alcohol on the island. We weren’t allowed to have any kind of sedation. The men didn’t want us compliant. They wanted us to run, to fight.
That’s what they were paying for.
Sometimes the women would pay Diamond for a pill or a toke of weed. I didn’t. I don’t normally touch the stuff. I had a glass of Chianti with Buck and Aspen the other night, but normally, I don’t indulge. I never have. It wasn’t available in my house when I was young. If it was, my mother kept it locked away. Once she kicked me out and I eventually graduated high school and got the job at the diner, I didn’t have the time or the money to drink alcohol or to do anything stronger.
Right now, though?
Something to calm my nerves would be nice. Really nice.