Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
He knelt behind her and used his fingers to coat her liquid between her cheeks and over his cock. She didn’t protest. She didn’t do anything but pant with lust. He leaned forward, bit her perfect little ass, kicked up the vibrator covering her clit and the other pushed deep into the star, and then he thrust into her sweet little pussy almost at the same moment.
Soleil let out a wail as he caught at her hips and pulled her into his plunging hips. He set a ferocious rhythm, hard, deep, and fast. Fire streaked from her body up his, the flames rolling in his belly, his chest, roaring for more and igniting his brain. He was lost in the fiery sensations, unable to process anything else. His entire being was centered on her body. In her. The way they came together.
“So good,” he whispered, chanting it. “So fucking good, baby.”
He never wanted it to end. She was squeezing him. Milking him. A silken, scorching-hot tunnel so tight that each movement sent the friction up another notch. He wasn’t certain he could survive, but it was the perfect way to go out. He was climbing higher and higher. Everything was perfection. Her body gleamed there in the firelight, with the shadows adding to the beauty of her form. Her body gripped his. The swing of her breasts with every hard jolt, her smooth ass cheeks and the sight of the vibrator he’d slid between those perfect cheeks added to the rushing fire burning through him. Everything came together in complete perfection.
Mostly, he knew, it was Soleil and what she gave him. She made him know she was his and that he mattered. What he needed or wanted mattered to her. As much as Ice had known about fucking and was an expert in ways to give pleasure, or take it, Soleil had brought the one thing to him he’d been missing.
His balls drew tighter and tighter. It was rising, that terrible, brutal release that was going to kill him but also take him somewhere out in the universe where nothing could touch him. He jerked her hips to his, feeling her sheath bite down hard, pulsing with energy, pulsing with life, muscles working like fingers to milk his seed from his body.
She cried out, something he couldn’t hear because the roaring in his ears prevented any sound from entering. He could only yell hoarsely as she ripped the seed from him. He exploded, there was no other word for it, his body jerking violently in hers, splashing hot semen on the walls of her sheath, triggering another massive orgasm in her.
He collapsed over top of her, smashing her under him, unable to think. He felt as if he were floating in space, the stars flickering around him, while behind his eyes colors burst like rockets. He never wanted to move. Or think. He lay there, panting, his lungs bursting for air. Raw. Real. Perfection.
“Ice.” Soleil wailed his name. “You have to turn them off.”
Shit. The vibrators. He couldn’t remember what he’d done with the remote. He couldn’t move. Not even to roll off of her. Besides, he liked being buried in that snug tunnel. He rubbed her bottom and then forced his eyes to work, peering around on the ground. He caught up the small remote that Mechanic had programmed for him and hit the universal off button. Her hips had been frantically bucking but once he had them off, she lay quietly under him, her breathing ragged, almost labored.
“Can’t move, princess. I’m going to have to sleep just like this. Can you breathe?” Her face was turned to the side and one eye peered at him. He rubbed her bottom.
“No, but I don’t need air right now.”
Her voice was so soft he could barely hear. He kept rubbing, trying to soothe her. She’d come multiple times. “What do you need, then, baby?”
“Right at the moment, not one little thing. I think I’ll just lie here for the rest of the night.”
They lay quietly together, just trying to find a way to breathe. The night breeze helped to cool the heat and sweat on their bodies. Around them, the music and sounds of conversations and laughter once more began to register. Finally, Ice could actually see straight. He found himself smiling and pressing kisses onto the back of his woman’s shoulder.
“Storm and Transporter were going to grill something for everyone. Fatei brought the side dishes in the RV. Are you hungry?” He kissed the nape of her neck. He really felt a little like an animal. Animals could stay erect, couldn’t they? His fucking cock was still hard. Not like before he’d fucked her. Not when he was pure steel, but the ache was building. Didn’t lions go at it every fifteen minutes or so? Didn’t they stay connected the way he was with Soleil?