Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 174623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
It's bliss and heaven, need and want all rolled into one.
"That's it," he praises as he shifts again, pulling back and pressing forward until he finds the end of me. "I've never felt anything better."
My entire body clenches again, his words contributing just as much to my arousal as the way his body and mine are joined.
I'm panting, unable to draw in a full breath as he moves inside of me, grinding against my hips with every inward stroke.
"I'm-"
"I know, baby. I can feel your body getting ready."
He looks down at me, his face looking just as blissed out as my entire body feels.
For some reason, the burn of tears builds behind my eyes as my core tightens in preparation for orgasm. What he's giving me feels like a gift.
He's experiencing pleasure, but it doesn't make me feel like he's taking something from me because he's offering something in return.
I turn my head, fighting the urge to make this more emotional because that was never the goal.
I didn't set this in motion tonight because I wanted to feel close to someone or because I had this untouched need to feel valued. I wanted a release, something merely physical, and a mutual experience of pleasure.
His kindness has had the power to shift my mind, allowing all the other unexplored emotions to resurface, and I'd be a fool to think this is anything other than what it actually is.
"Hey," he says, a whisper of a word that brings me right back into the moment.
He waits, hips frozen until I look back at him.
I clench my muscles, loving the way his eyes look a little wild.
A part of me wants to test him, to tell him to stop, just to be sure he would.
The part of me that is trying to redirect my thoughts, to force myself into making this something it isn't, wants to ask him to stop, hoping he'll get angry and doesn't. This man behaving exactly how I always expected men to behave would be easier on my heart than a man who would not only meet the expectations of a great man, but would go a step further.
The toxic thoughts pull me from the moment for a second longer than I'd like, but even without opening my mouth to express my concerns, he's too observant, too focused on me to let it slip past.
He shifts his hips back, the pull of my core sliding against his, and it makes me moan.
Physical. Just focus on the physical.
I want what he promised so badly. I want my body to quiver and shake. I want to feel the pulse of his own orgasm inside of me.
It's the emotional aspect I need to take a back seat to right now.
I lock my legs as best as I can around his hips.
"Don't stop," I beg. "I need this."
"You're sure?"
I nod, swallowing against the lump in my throat, knowing he would pull the plug on this in a second, even though every muscle in his body is tight and he could probably get himself off in just another handful of strokes.
He continues to watch me, his eyes evaluating more than I can imagine.
"Tell me, baby. I want to hear the words," he urges, hips still static and unmoving.
"I'm sure," I vow. "Make me come."
A slow smile spreads across his face, and in the next breath he pushes forward again, my body accepting all that he has to give.
The ache of fullness isn't unpleasant. In fact, it's possibly the best thing I've felt in my entire life, so I focus on that alone.
I don't close my eyes. I don't fight the intimacy I feel with his eyes locked right on mine.
I nod, the best I can do with the way my body feels.
The pull, the push, the grind.
He doesn't speed up or slow down, but there's nothing mechanical about what we're doing.
He's just as in this moment with me as I am.
"Yes," he praises, the word breathy and more air than verbal sound. "Give it to me."
And I do.
My body obeys, clenching and pulsing around him, doubling in force when he moans my name.
"Juliet."
I tremble under him, feeling drained despite his doing all the work.
"Can I come?"
The question throws me off for a brief second, but I know it's just another level of respect he's offering me.
"Please," I say. "I want to feel it."
He leans closer, his lips touching mine as he pushes forward one last time.
The throb of him inside of me somehow feels stronger than I imagined it would.
"Fuuuucccckkk," he groans against my mouth.
I use the opportunity to lift my lips half an inch higher, kissing him as he orgasms.
His tongue sweeps against mine, and even at the height of his own release, he doesn't turn aggressive. He doesn't make me feel like my body is only meant for his pleasure. It's passionate and filled with gratitude.