Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life. If anyone had asked me if I was a virgin I’d have told them no, it wasn’t my first time… but I was wrong. There’s a world of difference between what I did with Gray—it was painful and awkward and left me wondering how anyone really enjoys sex—and what just happened now.
“I take it all back,” I groan. Our bodies are melded together. He rests his head on my shoulder in a rare moment of his own surrender. I run my fingers through his hair, needing to feel the closeness and savoring this moment. “I told you I wasn’t a virgin.”
“Mmm?” he murmurs, still drunk on his own arousal as he kisses my cheek. “How so?”
“But I feel like one. That was definitely the first time I’ve ever had sex.”
His throaty laugh makes me smile.
“It’s different when feelings are involved,” he says softly, threading his fingers through mine.
That’s putting it mildly.
“Ah, yeah. And it’s also different when the… because you… well you know what you’re doing.”
He pushes up and braces himself so his eyes meet mine, a wicked, lopsided grin on his face. “Oh really?”
“Mhm,” I say with a nod, then think twice. “But wait, I don’t think it’s okay for you to, like, get a big head or anything, okay?”
His grin widens, softening his rugged masculine features. Goddamn is he hot.
“I can make you scream when you climax and make you nearly go into orbit just from a spanking, but I’m not allowed to actually be proud of my accomplishments?”
“Well, I… guess maybe a little…”
I love the way his shoulders shake when he laughs. The way he drops his head to my chest and breathes me in, as if clearing his mind and his senses and drawing closer to me.
“Come back with me to the cabin,” he whispers in my ear. “And I’ll prove to you that I know exactly what I’m doing.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dario
We make love all afternoon. Therein lies the difference between what’s happening between us. Vivia had sex before. I’ve had sex before. The two of us coming together after everything we’ve been through is more than the meeting of two bodies and carnal pleasure. So, so much more.
We take our time making slow, sweet, lazy love. I bury my face between her thighs because I relish the way she comes against my tongue. I finger her to completion, and she makes me nearly lose my mind when she falls to her knees in front of me and takes my hard length in her own mouth. We lavish each other with affection, explore each other’s bodies like two honeymooners with nothing better to do with their time.
If I bring her back to The Castle pregnant, she’ll have a chance of surviving this.
We both will.
Maybe.
When the sun reaches its peak around midday, we lay in bed, weary from our sex fest and momentarily tired out. She lays on my chest, naked, her hair askew, her breathing so soft I wonder if she’s asleep, when her stomach growls.
“Dammit, we forgot to eat,” I mutter.
“Mhm. We had better things to do. And correction, sir. You didn’t forget to eat.”
I’ve eaten her out three times since the beach. I grin against the top of her head and tug her hair.
“Naughty little girl.”
“Ah ah, don’t start lecturing me because you know when you go all dominant on me it turns me on.”
“Everything turns you on.” I fucking love that about her.
She shrugs lazily and doesn’t deny it. “Didn’t know what I was missing.”
I give her ass a good squeeze.
“Well, we’ll need sustenance if we’re going to continue this.”
“True,” she says with a nod. “So much for fish.”
"I don't really like fish anyway," I tell her.
She grins at me. "I think I saw some noodles in there?"
"Noodles are fast. I like noodles.”
Fifteen minutes later we're back in bed, our bellies full of pasta and ready for a nap.
She spreads her hand over my chest, playing with the sparse, curly hairs, and cautiously drags her fingernail over my nipple. I hiss out a breath.
“Do you like that?”
“Yeah, baby,” I say on a laugh. “I like every fucking time you touch me.”
With a teasing smile she pinches my nipple, which earns her a good, hard spank. “Hey!”
“Watch it.”
“You said you liked it every time I touch you.”
“I do.”
“Then why’d you spank me just now?”
“Because I want to and you love to be spanked.”
I love the way her cheeks flush pink. My hard length presses against her and she smiles up at me again. “Your stamina is impressive. Could you really go again?”
I groan when she strokes her hand along my length and show her that I can, absolutely, go again.
Finally, after three more sessions, it’s growing dark outside. With a sigh, I sit up. This is the part of rustic living that really sucks. Ain’t nobody gonna come in here to build us a fire to keep us warm, and even though it’s warm here by the water, it’s still cool enough at night that a fire’s necessary.