Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
I shift to be beside her and pull her toward me. “You’re okay,” I reassure her.
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I am,” she says. “I think I’m broken. Because I just came and all I can think about is how I want you again. How I want to sit on your cock and feel you at the end of me.”
I groan at the thought of being inside her again. She might kill us both tonight.
“We should eat,” I say. “I could cook.”
She moves beside me and gently pushes me to my back. “After this,” she says, as she straddles me. “I just can’t get enough of you. I’m addicted to your cock.”
I chuckle. “There are worse vices.”
“Really?”
“As far as I’m concerned there are.”
Inexplicably, I’m hardening again. She shifts and rubs her folds against my cock, bringing me further back to life. Suddenly, I regain my senses and I hook my fingers around her waist and lift her slightly as she positions herself over me.
She tips her head back with a gasp as I nuzzle at her entrance, like she’s been waiting months for this, even though it’s only been a few minutes. I pull her onto me in one swift movement and she chokes out my name.
“That’s what you wanted, right?” I ask her. “To sit on my cock? To have me deep like that?”
“You’re always so deep.”
“That’s right. Because you’re mine. From now on, I’m the only one that ever gets to fuck you.”
“I don’t want anyone else.”
“No. Of course you don’t.” I slam into her again, pushing my hips up to meet her with a sharp thrust. My hands around her waist push her down and I’m as deep as I can get.
I’m not sure if the sex between us is so good because we’re in love. But it’s always been good. Maybe we’ve always been in love. Maybe our bodies always understood what our minds couldn’t for a while—that we’d found the person that brings out the best in us, in every way.
I thrust up again and the movements of her breasts are hypnotizing. Her mouth falls open, and her ripe lips, which such a short time ago surrounded my cock, are still wet. She’s delicious.
I want to feel our bodies pressed together. I want to be able to look into her eyes when she comes again. I flip her to her back and crawl over her.
“I can’t wait to fuck you for the rest of our lives,” I say.
“I can’t wait for our lives together.” She pushes my hair away from my face, like she’s uncovering me.
Maybe she did.
Our bodies move like they understand each other now. I don’t know if I can ever stop fucking this woman. I’m going to have to abandon my business and just accept that I’m going to spend the rest of my life in bed with the woman underneath me.
“Is it deep enough?” I ask.
“So deep,” she says.
“Like this?” I reach down between our bodies and put a hand over her lower stomach and then slam into her.
She screams. “Ben!”
The vibrations of her sounds travel through my body, making every cell stand to attention. I want her to also want to be in bed for the rest of our lives, right alongside me.
Her gaze stays on mine, and I know in that moment that she wants me as much as I want her. I’m no longer on this island alone. She’s built a bridge and is right here. With me. Forever.
EPILOGUE
Epilogue – A Month Later
Avril
I’m wearing Ben’s shirt and nothing else when I wander into the kitchen.
He glances at me, then does a double take as he sees what I’m wearing. “What are you doing? People are going to be here any minute.”
I check the clock above the door. “It’s going to be thirty minutes at least,” I say. “A lot can happen in thirty minutes.” I start to unbutton his shirt.
“Avril!” His voice has a high-pitched edge I haven’t heard before, and I stifle a laugh. A buzzer goes off and Ben races to the ovens and pulls out a tray of god knows what.
I lean over the kitchen counter and pull up his shirt, exposing my bare ass. “We haven’t even been dating two minutes and already you don’t want me.” Obviously I’m teasing him. He wants me pretty much constantly and the feeling is entirely mutual.
“Bloody hell, Avril. Now I’m hard with the rest of this lunch to prepare. Please take your pretty arse out of here and get it dressed.”
I stand and turn to face him. “I could go down on you while you work if you like.”
He chuckles. “I’ll take a rain check on that. Maybe when the stakes are lower and I’m making omelets, not a five-course meal.”
“The stakes aren’t that high. It’s just friends and family coming to lunch.” It’s cute how he’s taking this so seriously.