Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I crouch beside him on the bed and wrap my fingers around his hardening cock. He has a salty, musky taste. And the noise he makes when I drag my tongue over the wide head is so very good. I am going to be hearing it in my dreams forever.
I tighten my fist around him. It’s hard to say what he prefers more: me sucking on the head of his cock, or tracing the crown with the tip of my tongue. We both love me teasing him and taking him deep. However, his size presents certain limits. When he’s good and hard, I stop and give him a smile.
“Is there something you want to say to me?” I ask.
“Why did you stop, you evil harpy?”
I give his cock another squeeze. “Try again, Dean.”
“I love you, baby. You’re my whole fucking world.”
“Better.”
And I slip off my underwear. Taking him in is my reward for surviving such an incredibly shitty day. Next, I undo the bra and his hands are right there, taking the weight of my breasts with eager fingers. Pinching and rolling my nipples. Making the need reach higher.
He rises up and grabs me by the back of the neck, bringing my mouth to his for the sweetest of kisses. For someone of his size, he can be so very gentle. But this is trust. I trust him with everything. And the thought doesn’t even surprise me anymore.
He really is gorgeous when we’re fucking. His cheekbones are stark and his mouth is wet and swollen. I love how dark his gaze goes. The thickness of him stretching me. How perfect the friction from his hard-on is, sliding in and out of my body. I mean to take it slow and make it last, but it doesn’t work. More, now, yes, are the only words in me. There’s no room for anything else. It’s just him and me and this.
His hands grip my thighs tight, urging me to ride him faster, harder. Then one hand dips between my legs and the pad of his thumb teases over my clit. I am undone so damn quickly. It’s like pure sensation tearing through me. Every nerve in me is set aflame.
I come, clenching hard on him, holding him deep. His hips kick beneath me, and his arms come around me. I am held tight against his chest. We’re a sweaty post-sex mess. You have to respect the sacredness of the moment. Nothing is said for a while as we both come down and catch our breath.
“How’s your head?” he asks finally.
“Still there.”
He stuffs one hand beneath his head and presses the other palm against my back. Just holding me to him. “I really do love you. And you are the whole fucking world to me,” he says. “So please understand that I am going to be gluing myself to your ass for a while because you scared the absolute shit out of me tonight.”
I raise my head and set my chin on his chest. “Dean…”
“You got shot.”
“It barely grazed me. My cool pirate scar isn’t even going to be that big. Don’t you think you’re maybe overreacting?”
“No. This is me being reasonable, baby.”
With a heartfelt sigh, I dismount the man and deliver a parting kiss to his lips. “I think you’ll find that this is in fact you needing a good night’s sleep, and you’ll feel much better about it in the morning.”
MONDAY
He does not, in fact, feel much better about it in the morning.
The day starts with a town meeting in the bed-and-breakfast. It’s not like Dean and I didn’t tend to hang out together. But it was never a thing before.
Now, don’t think I play favorites with the furniture. There is, however, an armchair that offers a spectacular sitting experience. Just delivers a perfect balance between soft and firm that so few seats are willing to offer. Seeing it was empty, I, of course, made straight for this singular delight of a chair.
“Why don’t we sit on that sofa,” he says, taking a sip from his cup of coffee.
“You go. I’m good here.”
So he sits himself on the arm of my chair. Hovering over me.
“Has everyone met Jodi and Vivianna?” asks Reema, standing beside the fireplace. “Make sure you’ve taken a moment to introduce yourself. Amel couldn’t be here because she’s busy with the baby. They’ve moved into the house across the street, if anyone wants to stop by and say hi. Though knock softly. You don’t want to wake anyone who might be sleeping.”
Jodi is a white woman in her twenties with a cool bleached-blonde shag haircut. Vivianna is around the same age and has olive skin, long dark hair, and is drop-dead gorgeous. Proof at least some supermodels survived the virus. They sit close together, holding hands. Nice to hear our population has officially reached twenty-one.