Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 105921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"You're supposed to go every year, you know?"
"I know. And I mean to. I just get busy and figure I'll go later."
"Three years?" he asked, sliding one hand down my back to cup my ass.
I laughed. "Couldn't you tell?" I'd been desperate to feel him inside me. After that orgasm, all I wanted was more.
"Looks like you have a lot to make up for." Tenn rolled off the bed before he reached for me, pulling me to my feet. "We'd better get to work."
Work, it turned out, meant a steamy shower. I'd spent plenty of time in Tenn's oversized, white-tiled shower. Mostly standing under a frigid spray, trying to ice out my growing lust for him.
This was much better. Soft, warm steam filled the shower. Tenn's hands, slippery with soap, explored every inch of me. The sweet, citrus scent of the soap was everywhere, his fingers touching, sliding until I rubbed my soapy body against his and conducted my own exploration.
I'd been dying to get my hands on his body since… since the day we met and I got a good look at his legs in his running shorts. Had it really only been a few days? My body swore I'd known him a lifetime. He felt like he'd been made for me.
Tenn pulled me down to the deep bench opposite the showerhead, drawing me onto his lap, his stiffening cock pinned between us. Dipping me back over his arm, his lips found one hard nipple and I gasped at the spike of pleasure that went straight to my clit. We hadn't gotten to this part before, too hungry for each other to slow down.
Tenn made up for lost time, sucking and biting, kneading my breast in his strong hand before switching to the other. I wanted him inside me again. Squirming against his length, fully hard and ready for me, I lifted my hips and reached down to guide him into me. I took him in slowly, savoring the stretch.
I barely needed to move. His mouth on my nipple had my head spinning in bliss. His cock filling me, the base right at my clit, was all I needed. I rocked, grinding on him, leaning back into his arm to offer him more of my breasts—I was coming again, my cries echoing off the walls.
Tenn didn't stop. One hand clamped onto my ass, he held me as I rode him through my orgasm, my body chasing every last pulse until I collapsed forward, draped over his chest, my face in his neck. His lips grazed my temple as he rose, hauling me up with him. The movement of his cock inside me sent another wave of pleasure through my overstimulated nervous system.
Too much and not quite enough. Until he pressed my back to the tile wall and started to fuck. There was no other word for it. That kiss on my temple as he stood was tender. Sweet.
This was primal. I was pinned between wall and man, his cock driving into my pussy, sending me from languid afterglow straight back to the peak. I sank my fingers into his shoulders and went over, everything but pleasure scattering from my mind.
We napped for a while, still wet from the shower, tangled in the bed, sated and exhausted. I woke to Tenn's hands stroking my back, my body splayed across his. "You know, I've never liked sleeping with women."
"Could've fooled me," I mumbled into his shoulder.
Fingers curved around my hip, squeezing tight. "You know what I mean. Even when I'm dating someone, I sleep in my own bed. Alone."
Maybe I should have moved, but I was too comfortable, and he wasn't exactly shoving me off. I gave in to the temptation to tease. "Want me to go sleep on the couch?"
His lips brushed the top of my head. "Try it and I'll find those handcuffs."
"Not sure that's a threat." I didn't have to look up. I could feel his grin.
"I'll keep that in mind." He stroked a hand down my bare back, his cheek against my hair. "I like you exactly where you are. Anytime you want to use me as your mattress, feel free."
I liked me exactly where I was, too. I didn't know why. I needed my space when I slept. I hated feeling crowded in bed. Usually. Apparently, not when it was Tenn since every time I fell asleep, I wrapped myself around him.
I didn’t want to think about that. I didn’t want to think about anything. Instead of thinking, I kissed him.
That time, I stayed on top, riding him slowly, pinning his hands with mine, changing position to offer him my mouth, my breasts, anything he wanted until we both came, Tenn straining up, hips thrusting until I could barely hold on.
I fell asleep still lying on top of Tenn, temporarily satiated and thoroughly exhausted.