Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 71074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
"But," she says, and I lower myself on her. "But." She moves again right and left. "I need."
My forehead on hers, I cup her face in my hand. Her hands come up to grab both sides of my neck. Our eyes are locked to each other as I move my hips. "I love you,” I say. "I don’t know what love is," I say as I bury myself in her over and over again. "But this feeling." We both pant out. "I’ve never felt it before."
Her hips move with me. "I love you," she says. "From the first time I saw you." I kiss her, and I know she’s close because her pussy gets even tighter, and I can barely pull out of her. "I was yours."
"Mine," I say to her as my thrusts get stronger and stronger. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. "Fucking mine," I say as she comes on my cock with my name on her lips.
"Yours," she says right before I plant myself balls deep in her and come inside her. I collapse on her chest and turn her to the side so I don’t squash her. "That," she says, moving her nose along my chin. "Was—"
"The fucking best,” I say, moving away from her so I can see her face. Her cheeks are flushed from her orgasms, her eyes crystal blue with happiness.
"Are you okay?" I ask, looking down and seeing that I’m still buried in her. My cock is softening but still not willing to come out of her.
"I’m fine," she says. "My vibrator." She looks toward the floor where it lies. "I’m not sure about that." We both laugh, and she cups my cheek. "Did you mean it?" I look at her. "When you said you love me."
"I don’t know what love is,” I say the truth, "but I know that when you walk in the room, my heart speeds up. I know that when I think of you, something fills me. I know that when you are next to me, all I want to do is hold your hand and kiss you. I know that it would kill me to see you hurt, and I know I would die for you."
"Isn’t it beautiful?" she asks, smiling like she’s never smiled before. "That feeling that just overwhelms you when you think of that other person."
I look at her now, and I understand exactly what she means. It’s the overwhelming feeling that you can’t control. "Yeah, it is." Rolling away from her, I get off the bed. "I’m going to start a bath."
"You can’t take a bath,” she says, getting up on her elbow. "Your stitches aren’t healed yet."
"But you can,” I say, and she gets off the bed.
"I want to take a shower," she says, walking away from me. "Then I’m going to get some pie." She looks over at me. "Are you just going to stand there?"
I shake my head, and we take a shower together. Our hands roam over each other. She gets out first, and I follow a couple of minutes later. I find her wearing a robe in the middle of the kitchen as she makes two plates of food. "Hey." She looks up, smiling at me, and I stand here in a towel. "I thought you might be hungry."
"I am." I walk to her and wrap my arms around her waist, and I kiss her neck. My cock is coming alive already with just one touch. We eat side by side, and I spend the whole night kissing every single part of her body.
Neither of us sleeps all night long. The need to touch each other proves to be stronger. She slides out of bed at five thirty, slipping her shorts on and the shirt she was wearing when she led me to her bed.
"Where are you going?" I ask, and she looks over her shoulder, smiling.
"I’m going to watch the sunrise,” she says, walking out of the bedroom. I get up, slipping on a pair of shorts, and find her holding two cups of coffee.
"Morning,” I say, grabbing my cup and kissing her lips. We walk outside and sit on the step, except this time, I do it with my arm around her back, with her as close to me as she can get. Neither of us says a word as I watch the colors, and for the first time in my life, I look at them the way she does.
I get up first, holding out my hand for her, and she takes it, leading me inside. "What do you want for breakfast?" she asks, walking over to the fridge.
"Your brother is on his way." She looks over at me. "I texted him last night." I don’t have to say anything or better yet I can’t because the front door opens and closes. "Right on time."