Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“You made it all feel so real.”
“Because it was. It was always real for me.”
“Aleks…”
“It was. I came to so many of your shows and never told you, Mia. I bought every special edition of every album, every magazine with you on the cover. I watched every late-night show and listened to every podcast interview. That Steinway in there?” I nipped at her skin with a nod toward the hall. “Why do you think I have it? I don’t play piano. But you do. I bought it for you. Just in case you ever came to visit. Just in case you ever decided to stay.”
“Aleks,” she repeated, this time my name sounding like an awestruck revelation.
My mouth was on her then, all words gone between us, and I let my tongue and teeth and lips show her everything else I had never said. I kissed and licked and sucked as she writhed and moaned and bucked against my mouth. I longed for her to feel how much I wanted her, how much I’d always wanted her. My mission was to erase any shred of doubt she had left hanging on.
“Do you feel it now, Mia?” I asked, swirling her clit with my tongue before I sucked it in tiny pulses that made her gasp and arch and whimper. “Do you feel how my heart beats for you?”
“Aleks—”
“Don’t say my name again. Not yet,” I reminded her. “Make me earn it.”
And then I settled in to do just that.
I took my time exploring her with my hands and tongue, biting and sucking and licking. Her hands moved from the sheets to my head, guiding me, and I let her fuck my face as I held fast to her hips and gave her the friction she needed. I could have stayed there for hours tasting her. I could have spent the whole fucking night making her come as many times as I could just like that.
Her first orgasm was quiet and strained, like all the tension I’d felt between us the last time she left my condo had finally released. It was like it pained her as much as it brought her pleasure, and no sooner had she stopped trembling and sank into the sheets, she was grabbing for me, pulling me up so she could taste herself on my tongue.
“Need you,” she whispered against my mouth, reaching between us to position me. “When you’re inside me, everything makes sense. Everything feels right.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, nestling my forehead between her head and shoulder as I wedged myself inside her just an inch. “You told me last time to make you stop thinking. I thought that meant you just wanted to use me. And I didn’t even care. I wanted to be used.”
“You do turn off my thoughts. You turn off everything — the stress, the noise, the expectation. With you, I can just be… me.”
“Always,” I promised her, sliding in more.
“You’ve always been enough for me, Aleks,” she whispered on a long sigh as I withdrew and flexed in deeper. “More. More than enough.”
I closed my eyes on another muttered curse, my heart squeezing painfully in my chest as I pushed all the way inside her. We moaned together at the sensation — me filling her, her being filled. For a moment, I sat just like that, fully seated inside her and feeling how she seemed to relax and melt like she was home.
Maybe that’s what I was for her.
It was always what she was for me.
Never Berne, or Chicago, or Seattle, or Tampa.
Mia.
She was my home.
I dropped my forehead to hers as I began to move, slow at first, pulsing deep and filling her with long strokes. She clung to me, her arms around my neck, nails digging into my shoulders or back, heels pressing into the back of my thighs.
Words ceased to exist now.
It was just breaths and moans and whimpers, both of us lost to each other, to this moment, to a fantasy somehow coming true.
She was in my bed. She wanted me, too.
Enough.
I was enough.
Mia pressed a hand to my chest, pushing until I took her cue and rolled us. She was on top then, straddling me, her perfect body on display as she took control. I roamed every soft curve with slow, curious hands as she rocked and rolled, rubbing her clit against my lower abdomen and throwing her head back each time she found that friction she wanted.
Soon, she was bouncing in my lap, finding her second release. This one was loud and unbridled, and then I was coming, too, holding fast to her hips as I flexed up into her again and again.
I carried her to the bath after, running it hot while I wiped us both down with a washcloth. Then I helped her step in, sliding in behind her and holding her back to my chest, my arms wrapping fully around her under the water.