Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“Yes, yes, yes.” She tugs harder on my hair. I twist my fingers, searching for the spot that makes her really lose it.
The waffle maker bleats a series of high-pitched beeps, like it’s congratulating us on our performance.
“Oh!” Molly shakes and tightens, her pussy so tight around my fingers. I lick and suck harder, greedy for her to give me everything.
She’s still clenching around my fingers when I stand. For a second or two, I work them in and out of her, slowly bringing her down. Then, I lean over and yank the waffle maker plug out of the wall.
“What?” She blinks up at me.
“I need you.” I lift her off the counter. “Need to fuck you. Right now.”
She seals her mouth over mine and wraps her legs around my waist. Good thing I had practice moving through the apartment in the dark last night. I can’t break our kiss to look where I’m going. Somewhere along the way, Molly uses one hand to start shoving my shorts out of the way, like she’s just as crazed to have me inside her as I am to be there.
The second I cross the threshold into my room, she tugs her T-shirt off and throws it.
“Good girl.” I kiss her cheek, her jaw, attack her neck. My shorts slip down my legs and I lift her. As if she’s reading my mind, she curls her fingers around me and guides me to her entrance.
I groan as my cock slips against her wet flesh. Fucking torture.
“I’ve got you,” I promise.
She whimpers and struggles, not quite getting the right angle. My arms shake as I gently lay her on the bed. Her back barely touches the sheets, and I thrust inside her.
“Yes.” She wraps her legs around my waist, tilting her body. “That feels so good.”
Thank God. I don’t want to be rough with her, but I can’t stop the animal side that’s in control of my body now. I’ve never been so turned on, so desperate to connect with someone in my life. “Molly.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and raises herself enough to smash her lips against mine. “I love you,” she whispers against my mouth. Or maybe she’s pushed the thought into my brain. We’re so deeply connected I’m not sure what either of us are saying, but I feel everything.
Her fingers trail down my back, her nails dig into my ass, and I thrust harder.
“Oh, shit!” She arches and tilts her hips. I slow my frantic pace, stopping to grind myself against her every time I’m deep. Her body trembles and her eyes roll back.
“Yeah,” I groan, watching in fascination as she comes undone. Her pussy squeezes around me.
And I’m lost.
My body cinches tight, ready to explode. Fuck. I’m not ready to stop, but my balls don’t care. I drive into her harder.
The tension in my body breaks, bliss blinding me for a few shattering heartbeats. I bury my face against her neck, licking the sweat from her skin. Her nails dig into my ass, sharp little pricks encouraging me to grind deeper as I release. Sweet fucking relief. I groan and squeeze my eyes shut, coming so hard it almost fucking hurts.
Underneath me, Molly’s panting just as hard as I am. She gently slides her fingers along my sides up and down, like she’s soothing a wild animal.
Finally, I’m able to open my eyes. I press a sloppy kiss to her cheek. “Thank you.”
“Thank you.” She lifts her head and grazes her lips against my jaw. “I lost count of how many times you made me…” Her cheeks glow pink. “You know.”
Still semi-hard, I rock into her again. “No, I don’t. Tell me.”
“Come.” The word rolls off her tongue a bit awkwardly. “Orgasm.” That comes out easier. “See stars.” She lifts her eyebrows. “Is that better?”
“Fuck yeah.” I ease myself out of her. This morning, she doesn’t wince or seem to even notice the new mess we’ve made. She eagerly cuddles close to me, throwing her arm across my chest and kissing my shoulder.
“I thought people who talked about sex as some out-of-body experience were being poetic,” she whispers. “But I swear I floated out of my body to the stars and back that last time.”
Life doesn’t get much better than this.
“Better than being on top?” I peer down at her.
She squints like this is a complicated question. “Not better. Different. You just hit something at that angle that felt really good.”
“Told you we’d fit together just right.”
She laughs softly, her breath floating over my skin. “Are there other ways you want to try?”
“Uh, only about a thousand.”
More laughter. “Juliet said someone gave her this hundred-and-one-sex-positions guidebook or something…”
Now, I shake with laughter. “I think I heard that story once. Pretty sure we can look all those positions up online if you want.”