Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Words come back, yet again. They are blaring in my brain with their intensity—burning me.
When it comes to you, I’ll never be done.
I’ll always keep trying, I don’t have a choice.
Without you, nothing else matters...
I kiss down to his navel. Sliding my body down the bed, and letting my tongue flick against him, placing my kiss there.
“Rory,” Noah groans above me. I feel his hands come down. One to my shoulder, just lying against it as if it’s enough to just touch me—and it is. It’s another reminder that he’s here, that I’m here. His other hand comes to the back of my head, his fingers dive into my hair and contract in it. “Gorgeous.”
He breathes that one word, as if it is one long, broken exhale of breath, but there seems to be so much meaning behind it that it feels like my heart literally squeezes in my chest. I’ve always secretly loved that nickname. Probably because no one in my life ever made me feel beautiful until Noah. With him, the term gorgeous never feels fake. It feels like that’s how he really sees me—even now.
Now that I know he’s awake, even though I still don’t have the nerve to look at him, I give up trying to be careful and I push his pants down. Noah lifts up just enough so they slide below his hips and his cock is exposed in its naked beauty. It is beautiful too. Broad, thick and long, it’s the type of cock that ruins a woman for other men. I slide so that I’m exactly where I need to be. I take his cock back in my hand, stroking him firmly, my grip strong against his heated shaft. The head is glossy with his pre-cum. There’s a large vein running down the underside of his cock and I flatten my tongue against it. I can almost feel his pulse, as he somehow hardens even more, pushing against my tight grip. I lick him slowly and as I reach his slickened head, I moan at the taste of him.
This, I had forgotten. His taste, dark, musky, a little sweet, a little bitter and yet all combined to be something I craved at night, even when I tried to hate him. I let my tongue play against his head, dipping into the small opening and bringing more of his juices on the tip of my tongue. I greedily suck it down, pumping him with my hand to find more. I’m so lost in what I’m doing, I’m startled when Noah’s hold in my hair tightens and he pulls so that I’m forced to look up at him.
“Look at me, Gorgeous,” he whispers, his voice deep with hunger, comes out throaty and almost tortured. “If we do this, it means something.”
His words cause my heartbeat to accelerate. I’m not sure I’m ready for that, nor the implication that it means something to him. Panic is surging inside of me.
“It doesn’t have to, Noah. I’m not sure I want it to.” My words are quiet, but I can hear the fear laced in them and I’m sure that Noah does too. Maybe I should try to be brave, but I feel like I’ve had this fear inside of me for so long now that I’ll never be free from it.
“Maybe not, Rory. But it does to me. I love you, Sweetheart,” he tells me gently. His face a mix of softness and hunger.
I love you, Sweetheart.
More of his words to add to the hundreds that seem to be playing a refrain inside my head. My hand squeezes his cock tighter in reaction.
I can’t give him the words back. I feel them. I’ll always love him, but I can’t give them to him. Instead, I pull against his hold, and slide his cock deep in my mouth, groaning around it and losing myself in the pleasure of having him again.
41
Diesel
“Fuck,” I hiss the word out as Rory takes me into her greedy mouth. The pleasure is so intense that my damn eyes roll back in my head. I thrust up, wanting even deeper into her throat. My fingers tighten in her hair as I sink deeper into that hot, wet, haven.
When Rory moans, her mouth stuffed full of my cock, it vibrates in my fucking balls. Jesus, I’ve missed her. I thought I had lost her forever. Last night, I thought there was no way to keep her in my life and I envisioned my world dark without her. I wasn’t even sure I could go on without her. My heart was already grieving. Then, she gave me a spark of hope, asking me to stay. Even then, even after everything we talked about, I never dreamed I would wake up to this. I hope she realizes that her giving me her body this morning means she will never leave me. I’m not letting her go again. If she doesn’t, I’ll show her.