Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
She kneels up, reaching for my sheathed cock, positioning it so I can feel her heat, her wetness.
“Oh god, Byron. What are you doing to me?”
“Fuck,” I splutter as she lowers herself onto me.
“I’m so wet,” she says. She smooths her hands up her body to her heavy breasts, cupping them, before taking my hands and replacing hers with mine. “How can I ask for what I want so easily with you?” She’s not looking for a response.
None of this makes sense. Not for either of us. There are so many reasons why this shouldn’t be happening, but I can’t think of any of them right now.
I squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples hard and mercilessly before releasing her as she groans.
She starts to move, her hips rolling forward and back, working my cock in a mesmerizing rhythm that pulls the air from my lungs. I can’t move. The rumble of my orgasm twists and circles. I don’t dare do a thing to encourage it. I just want to take in the glory of this woman on top of me, fucking me, making me see stars.
She slumps forward, her hands on my chest, bracing her body, but she doesn’t stop moving. “I’m so close,” she gasps.
I wait a second, two. Does she need something from me? I want her to ask. I like that she knows she can. She knows I like her asking for what she wants. “Tell me what you want,” I hiss out from my tensed jaw.
She grabs at my hand. “Touch me,” she gasps out. “Please.”
My hand slides between us, fingers finding her clit. It’s all wetness between us, and I growl at how undone she is with me. How turned on she is. It ratchets up the desire, knowing it’s mutual.
“Byron,” she cries out. “I’m so, so close.”
She moves quicker now, like she’s racing to the finish line. I don’t know how long I can hold off for. I’m so ready to come, but I want to wait for Rosey. Her fingers dig into my chest and I can’t resist any longer. I push my hips up, our bodies slamming together until my vision blurs and my orgasm crashes over me. Rosey starts to shudder above me. I pull her over me and hold her close as her entire body convulses, worried that she might shatter if I let her go.
I don’t release her. I keep her pressed to me as our climaxes rocket through us and we start the slow float back down from heaven. Her face is buried in my neck, and I breathe in her scent of wet pine and lemons.
Her heat against my body, her legs tangled with mine. It’s all fucking perfect.
“Byron, what is that?” she says finally. “What is this?”
“What is what?”
“That,” she says, like I should know what she means. “The sex. I’m not even sure we should call it that. Or at least, I shouldn’t. I’ve never… it’s…”
I pull in a juddering breath. “Intense.”
“It feels like my entire body is on the brink of breaking into a thousand pieces. You’re the only thing holding me together.”
I’m used to holding back, dealing with everything—good or bad—inside my own head. But with Rosey, I can’t seem to fight the urge to share. “It feels like what’s happening between us is the only thing that matters.”
“Yes,” she sighs. She wiggles in my arms, but I want her to stay put, lying over me like this. It feels so good.
“You keeping me prisoner?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I think I might.”
She laughs. “I might let you.”
I press a kiss to the top of her head, then release her. I get rid of the condom and we settle down into the covers, listening to the rain.
“It’s still raining.” She says softly while trailing patterns on my chest. “You have a really good body.”
I laugh. “It is still raining, and back at you.” Rosey doesn’t just have a good body. She has a body designed for me. She’s all soft curves and smooth skin, pouting lips and eyes that show me exactly what she’s thinking.
“There are a lot of reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this.” She picks up my phone and hands it to me. “Please check the weather again. I think we’re in real danger of missing the tornado warning.”
“Rosey, we’re in real danger of missing this tornado if it passes right through this fucking cabin.”
She laughs and snuggles in closer. I bring up the weather on my phone.
“It’s a lot of rain,” I say. “Even without the threat of tornadoes, it could be a problem.”
“You think it will affect opening?”
I sigh. “I don’t know. I hope not.”
She sweeps her hand over my chest. “It will be okay.”
I close my eyes. I hope she’s right. All I know is that with Rosey lying next to me, everything feels like it’s going to be okay.