Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 124135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
I’d never seen anything so perfect.
“Please leave it on.” Bonnie’s voice made me look up. She pulled her camisole back down. Lowering my head, I kissed her lips just to chase away the momentary flash of worry in her eyes. I didn’t know what that worry was for. But I didn’t need to have her naked. She was beautiful enough, just like this.
I kissed her, licking along her lips. Her breath was warm on my face, and I could smell the vanilla of her shampoo. My fingers traced along the softness of her arm. Her body moved against mine, showing me how much she liked it. My chest swelled. I’d never had this in bed before. Never felt this much for a girl before.
All those before had meant nothing to me. Their faces were all a mass blur. Even my first time was a drunken, meaningless mess. But this felt different. Being with Bonnie, like this, felt different. Bigger somehow. Bonnie’s gaze locked with mine and we just stared into one another’s eyes for a few seconds. It felt like a lifetime before her hand moved down to the fly of my jeans. Her face was filled with nervousness, her brown eyes wide. I laid my hand on top of hers and took the lead. Leaning down, I kissed along her cheek, her forehead, and finally her lips as my jeans came off.
I pulled the covers over us. I thought it might make her feel better. Bonnie smiled at the action, and I crawled on top of her, covering her body with my own. I met her eyes and ran my hand down her cheek. “You’re beautiful.” Because she was. She so bloody was.
A tear slipped from the side of her eye. “So are you,” she said and smiled. I pressed my lips to hers. And as I did, I ran my hands down her waist, over her stomach, and down to her legs. “Touch me,” she whispered, and I shut my eyes, taking a second to breathe.
Violet-blue lines flashed across my mind every time she spoke, bringing me a kind of peace I couldn’t describe. Silver was the backdrop, the color never fading, still bright from tonight at the club.
Bonnie’s back arched as my hand moved. She whimpered and fought for breath. I watched her face in the blue light, trying to soak in every noise and every move. I kissed her shoulder, the same one I’d kissed in the music room. Sweetness burst on my tongue when her peach and vanilla scent drifted into my nose.
“Cromwell,” she whispered. I reached into my drawer and pulled out a condom. When I was ready, Bonnie, now wearing nothing but her cami, held out her arms.
I settled above her, pushing her hair from her face. “You sure?”
“More than sure.”
I never took my eyes off her face. Bonnie’s hands were on my back, holding on tight. I was as gentle as I could be. I didn’t want to hurt her. My breathing echoed in my ears. Bonnie’s eyes were locked on mine. She never looked away. As I built up speed, when her breaths became short and shallow, she never once looked away.
And the way she looked at me…
Her hands ran through my hair, slowly and softly. I lowered down and kissed her. Kissed her lips, and kissed her cheeks. I kissed every part of her face. When I lifted my head, tears were falling down her cheeks. I worried that she was in pain, but when I stilled, Bonnie put her hand on my cheek. “Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her throat tight.
So I kept going, my teeth gritted together at how good it felt. At how good she felt beneath me. But not because I was inside her. Because it was her, looking up at me like this. Brown eyes watering and lips shaking.
Wanting me.
Needing me.
She was my silver.
“Cromwell,” she murmured and held on tighter to my arms. I built up speed, feeling her body warm and her lips part. I couldn’t look away as her head tipped back and her eyes fluttered to a close.
Her hands were gripping me so tight. As she caught her lost breath, she turned her head and kissed my forearm. I stilled, going over with her as a multicolored burst of light shone behind my eyes. Illuminated like the crescendo of a symphony, my soul at peace with the quiet hum of happiness. Tucking my neck into the crook of her shoulder, I breathed as I slowed to a stop.
I breathed in her peach and vanilla scent and just lay there in the darkness. My chest didn’t feel as tight as it usually was. The anger that bubbled like a dormant volcano in my stomach had calmed, so much that I could barely feel it.