Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Colton’s thrusts sped up and I groaned as the pleasure tightened. The ball of energy slamming inside me was white-hot, now, desperate. God, he was so deliciously, roughly big. The bed was king size but I could still feel it moving under the power of his strokes and his pecs and abs were gloriously hard against the softness of my body. Each time he entered me it was tight, satiny perfection and on the end of each thrust, the base of his cock ground against my clit and added a sparkling, silver edge to the pleasure. My mind was whirling, drunk on raw sensation. I was used to being active during sex, being a moaning, sighing actress, lying to the man about how great he was as I rode him. I fucked them. I’d forgotten what it was like to lie there and be fucked.
He leaned back for a moment and gazed down at me, eyes hooded with lust. Then he suddenly shoved his free hand beneath my back. “I’ve gotta see them again,” he told me. “Been thinking about them ever since the campfire.”
He undid the clasp of my bra and it came loose around my chest. He pulled the cups off my breasts and I drew in my breath as the cool air bathed my breasts. Colton’s eyes ate me up. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, and a pulse of…something went straight to the center of my chest. He was so honest about what he felt. He sounded like a teenager talking to his girl as they made out after prom. He was the complete opposite of all the men I knew, with their games and tricks. The complete opposite of me.
Then his mouth descended on my breast and I lost the ability to think. His mouth opened wide to engulf me, sucking the soft flesh while his tongue lashed across my nipple. At the same time, he started thrusting again, his cock plunging deep as his tongue twirled and teased and coaxed my nipple into aching hardness.
The pleasure doubled, trebled. The energy slamming in my chest screamed to escape, an orgasm, close now. My legs kicked up in the air either side of his body, then scissored inward until the heels of my boots were on his ass, urging him on. He started to build the pace, his cock pounding me, his big body crushing me into the bed in just the right way.
I pushed against the hands holding my wrists. I twisted, I struggled. Not because I wanted to escape but because the more I tried and the more it didn’t work, the more powerless I felt.
And the more powerless I felt, the more I could just…let...go.
I could feel the climax thundering towards me, now, and I let out something like a sob as the pleasure took over and the last shreds of control slipped through my fingers.
Colton’s thrusts became a blur. The climax swelled and shook, about to burst. Then he teased my hardened nipple with his teeth and that tipped me over the edge.
My heels pressed on his ass, grinding him into me as I felt him shoot in long, hot streams inside me. I cried out long and hard and then his lips came down on mine and I was yelling into his kiss, panting and cursing as the orgasm picked me up and carried me, a doll in a hurricane. We rode the pleasure for long minutes, our bodies so tight together it felt like we’d become one.
Then slowly, very slowly, like a leaf drifting lazily down to the earth, I came back to myself. I opened my eyes and stared straight into that heated amber brown.
We stared at each other. What happens now?
I realized that he’d released my wrists. I lifted them experimentally, not used to being free.
Then I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him close, and we lay that way until we fell asleep.
32
TANYA
He slept with both eyes shut.
No good spy ever relaxes completely, not even in sleep. If you’re sleeping in someone’s arms, they’re probably someone who would kill you if you mumbled something in your sleep that revealed who you really were. Alone, in your safehouse, isn’t any more restful. No safehouse is truly safe. You know that at any moment, someone could kick down your door and drag you off for interrogation, or worse. So we sleep with one eye open. Maybe not literally, but we doze in the shallows of sleep, never sinking into the dark, warm depths where real peace lies. That’s why we can sleep in trees, or on narrow ledges. We never sleep deeply enough to fall off.
Colton, though, lay sprawled on his back, one arm flung casually out over his head, snoring softly without a care in the world. The other arm was extended towards me as if reaching for me. When I woke, he’d been spooning me, that arm clasped tightly around my waist, possessive and protective. Now, I was sitting on the bed, my knees drawn up to my chin, watching him.