Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“It’s a beautiful night,” she says, holding up her palms to catch the drops.
I pull my tie off and strip naked as she watches. We don’t stop grinning at each other. Her gaze catches on my cock, rigid and rearing for her.
She licks her lips, and I groan.
I don’t know where to start.
I take a step forward and skirt my fingers up the sides of her soft, hot body. She presses her fingers into my chest. We’re body to body, skin to skin, and it feels like we’re where we should have been a long time ago.
“I feel like I took a pill and now everything is… more,” she says. “Like all my senses are amplified.”
I nod, unable to take my eyes from hers. She’s so beautiful and fascinating and—
She leans forward and places a kiss on my chest. The world stops for a second as I relish the feel of her lips on me. Still holding her, I step us forward toward the stone balustrade and turn her around.
“Look at the lights,” I say, pushing my hand down between her legs.
“You have the best views,” she says on a sigh. “We can see everything, but no one can see us.”
“Would you care if they could?”
There’s a beat where she considers it before she says, “Yeah. This should be just you and me.”
It wasn’t the answer I thought I wanted. It’s better. The idea of her and me hits me in the solar plexus and radiates out. Just her and me. We.
I slide my fingers along her folds. She’s so wet it’s dizzying. My cock pulses into her back, wanting more of her.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks.
I take her wrists and place her hands on the top rail. “Don’t move.”
I go grab some condoms—because I know one won’t be enough. I want to fuck this woman at least fifty times tonight. She’s going to be coming so often on my cock, she’s not going to be able to walk tomorrow.
As I return to the terrace, she’s looking at me from over her shoulder, her hands exactly where I left them. Jules has turned me into a neandertal. The fact that she did as I instructed her to sends a rush of blood to my cock and makes my balls tighten.
“Please, Leo.” She twists her hips, impatient for me.
I hook my fingers under her hip bones and pull her back slightly. Her long dark hair falls to either side of her back, revealing more skin for the rain to wet. I trail my hand down it, forcing myself to take my time with her, prolonging these few moments before…
I roll on the condom and round my hands over her smooth, plump arse.
I look up and take a breath, letting the rain fall on my face.
She gasps as I press into her, just an inch.
“More,” she whimpers. “More, please, Leo.”
My jaw tightens. She can’t be begging for my cock. This beautiful woman up against my city can’t possibly want me as much as I want her. It’s doesn’t feel real.
Slowly, agonizingly, I push into her.
The city disappears and all I can do is feel. Her. She’s clenched around me, her breathing ragged, her body weak. Already. I fold over her, my front to her back, my hands covering hers on the stone, my breath on her neck, still. I need time to adjust to her before I can move. She’s just so much.
Is it the rain? The city around us? The gravity of this evening?
Why does everything feel so intense?
I don’t need to ask myself the question. I know the answer.
It’s her.
“Leo?” she asks.
I grunt from behind and start to slide in and out of her. Slowly, unable to focus on anything but the grip of her around me.
“Leo?” she asks again, and I detect a note of panic in her tone.
“You feel so good,” I whisper to her.
“I don’t think I can—”
I know without asking, without having had her before, that she needs me to reassure her. “You’re perfect.”
“But… I’m so full—”
And then I realize what’s she’s trying to tell me. I haven’t learned how she works. Not yet. But I get that she’s close. Something primal booms in my chest—pride that I can get her there so fast.
“Let go, Jules,” I say.
She shudders beneath me, and I hook my arm around her waist to keep her from falling.
“So quickly, baby? You’re going to be exhausted by the time we’re done.” I wonder if we’ll ever be done. This feels so good, so right, so bloody destined.
I pick up my rhythm and my fingers dip to her clit. Her hands ball into fists against the concrete and she starts to whimper, punctuated by “Please” and “Leo” and “More.”
My orgasm rachets up and I’m not going to be able to hold it off for much longer. I’m not ready for this to be over. But I don’t get a choice. The woman beneath me has me helpless.