Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I fucked his throat hard, and he took it like a champ, stroking his own dick with a fiery passion that rivaled my own. The level of heat between us was staggering. Never during sex had I felt so equal, so balanced, so complete— like matching halves of a whole.
When I couldn’t watch him swallow my cock and stroke himself anymore, when the sensations finally became too damn much and I had to blow, I threw my head back and bridged my hips in one final thrust, digging my heels into the mattress and unloading everything I had into the depths of his throat.
Wave after wave of delicious pleasure washed through me until I thought my leg muscles would cramp from holding myself frozen in that position. Finally I relaxed my legs and lowered my weight back down onto the bed.
I was empty and limp, smiling and sated, when Kage climbed up the bed and knelt on both knees beside my head. His face was flushed with passion, with wanting me, and I thought it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He worshiped my face through hooded lids, biting his full bottom lip between his teeth hard enough to leave marks. As I watched, he pulled on his cock with the unstudied ease of one who knows his own equipment by heart— two fingers under, thumb on top, just the right torque— and shot ropes of hot cum all over my eager face.
Afterward, we lay on my bed and cuddled. I was spooned into his lap, his soft cock niched into the cleft of my ass. It reminded me of the first time I had let him cuddle me in bed, so in denial of how much I had wanted him. That night seemed ages ago.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I admitted as his hands roamed my body.
He laughed quietly and planted a little kiss in my hair. “I can’t believe it took so long.”
I turned over in his arms and faced him, draping my leg over his hip. “I’m just so… I don’t know.” I touched his face, hoping he could feel what I couldn’t find words to express.
He smiled back. Rolled my necklace between his thumb and forefinger. “What is this?”
“A necklace,” I said.
“I know that, smart-ass. What does it mean?”
“My mom gave it to me. It’s an Irish symbol, like a love thing. Like a code. You see it’s a crowned heart being held between two hands?”
“Really?” He squinted at it. “Oh, I see it now. It would be easier to tell if you weren’t wearing it upside-down.”
I smiled. “That’s the code part. Usually it’s on a ring, but I figure it works the same way on a necklace. When you’re single, you wear the point of the heart facing away from your heart. Then, when you meet your soulmate, you’re supposed to turn it around.” I laughed self-consciously. “I know, it’s girly shit. I just wanted it because my sister got one for her sixteenth birthday, so my mom had one made that was a little more my style.”
Suddenly there was a huge lump in my throat.
“You thinking about your mom?” he asked.
I nodded, trying to will the tears not to come. God, that was the last thing I needed to do. Have the most amazing sexual experience of my entire life, then break down in tears. My eyes were stinging, and the way Kage was looking at me was not helping.
“Here, turn back over,” he suggested, as if he knew. Once I was spooned against him again, he said, “There’s nothing wrong with crying for someone you love.”
18
WHEN I woke up the next morning, Kage was gone. There was no note, no text message, nothing.
I drafted a text to him. “Morning, sexy. Where did you disappear to?”
I read it at least ten times. Was it too much calling him sexy? Should I play it cool and not text at all? I deleted the word sexy, typed it back in, then deleted the entire text.
I pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, then some shorts on over them. My reflection looked surprisingly sad after the glorious night we’d had. It was because I’d woken up without Kage beside me, and that was messed up. I’d never even spent the night with Layla, and we had dated for months.
Kage takes off the morning after, and I’m freaking out.
There was a knock at the door, and I almost came out of my skin. For a moment, I thought for sure it was Kage. But a glance through the peephole revealed the room service guy.
I pulled open the door and offered him a lukewarm smile. “Thanks.” I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the three dollar bills on the counter. Then I took my food and tipped him.