Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I’m glad my skills are up to par. I make a humming sound against her before I do things with my tongue that I didn’t even know I was capable of. One of them includes flicking her clit and sucking it into my mouth one more time while I fill her with two fingers, which is what finally detonates her climax. In her fantasies, I’m probably an orgasm master, and I don’t want to be lacking in real life. She arches her back, her hips pulsing and slamming up into my hands before pushing back down into the bed. She makes the softest noises, not screams or even cries of pleasure. She’s biting them back, being quiet even though there’s no one at home.
I lap at her, tasting every single bit of her as she comes and comes. I love the way her body responds to mine, and after she rides the last cresting waves, I look up. I love the way she looks, hair spreading out all over the covers, chest heaving against the little tank top she has on, and cheeks flushing a dewy, rosy pink.
I kiss my way back down her thigh before I swing her around on the bed. She’s all limp and boneless, and all she can do is look up at me. I’m the one who slides open the drawer on the nightstand to pull out the condoms that I know are there because they were there last time. I’m the one who shoves my jeans down while she watches every single movement with wide, round eyes fixed on me, eyes that are just for me. I leave my clothes half on, not because it’s hotter, but because I’m utterly desperate. If I don’t do this soon, I’m going to literally lose my chance because my dick is an uncooperative asshole, and he wants Remi right freaking now.
I roll the condom down my length, which is so damn swollen and hard that even the feel of my hand putting the love glove on is nearly enough to send me over the edge. I can’t embarrass myself like that no matter what, so I grit my teeth and mentally give my cock a dick spanking for doing this to me.
Remi scoots up on the bed and holds out her arms in invitation. I basically fall half on my face and half onto the bed since I still have my jeans on, and they’re hampering my movement big time. But she makes it work, shimmying down, her hands locking around my neck and on my shoulders. She pulls me down and kisses me almost violently like she’s half-starved for my taste or the taste of herself on me. She shifts herself under me again. She’s so much smaller, so I make sure I’m in a decent enough position where I can at least get my arms under myself to make sure I don’t accidentally crush her.
Her hands leave my neck and work my jeans and boxers, pulling them down a little bit further. “I don’t want to get zipper rash,” she murmurs with a laugh against my lips. Her hands grasp my ass after, and she groans. “Dear gravy, it’s like grabbing onto two boulders. You’re incredible, Van. You’re everything I ever dreamed of but like times a thousand. You’re like a unicorn, but you’re real, and that’s so freaking exciting and sexy.” I reach between us and fist my dick as she wriggles against me and whimpers into my ear. “Please, Van,” she pants. “I need that unicorn of a cock inside me right freaking now.”
“Gah,” I gasp again, for the second time. I’m speechless.
Remi just laughs and wriggles against me, which has double the effect of bringing me close to being a no-pump chump. I line myself up with her opening, caressing her slick wet center with a few strokes to lubricate the love glove. She moans every single time I put pressure on her clit, and those moans travel straight down to my balls. They’re already clenching up, but nope, not going to let it happen. I line myself up for real, let out a groan that is probably more of a bellow, and thrust inside her with a single flex of my hips.
“Oh my god,” Remi gasps.
I freeze. “Did I hurt you? Shit, I’m so sorry.”
She grasps my shoulders and moves under me, bucking up against me and wriggling until a sea of stars floats in front of my eyes. “Not a chance. That was a good ‘oh my god.’ Now can I say, ‘oh my god, please do it again?’”
Fuck, she’s going to kill me.
But I do. I do it over and over again, moving my hips in time to the rhythm that she helps me set by moving hers too. She’s so tight, her walls closing around me like she doesn’t want to let me go. I start slow, but I don’t stay slow for long. The bed starts to creak and groan, which Remi informs me from some other universe, is a new thing, but I’m so lost that I can barely hear what she’s saying.