Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
I grasp her thighs and stand, taking her with me. She wraps her legs around my waist. I move into the darkness at the back of the box, pressing her against the wall next to the door. I slam into her again, pinning her in place with my hips. She bites my neck, trying to bury her moans in my skin. My fingers dig into her soft flesh. The angelic voice below us climbs higher and higher, driving me on. My thrusts come hard and fast as I pound into her. Her ragged breath is hot against my searing skin. The music creeps higher again reaching its dramatic climax, I slam into her even harder. She starts to moan loudly and I clamp my hand over her mouth again, forcing her head back against the wall. The singer hits her final note, booming out a long high pitched symphony. I release Lilly's mouth as she screams my name, her cries drowned out and inaudible over the one elongated note. She tightens around me as she comes and I growl into her neck as I come hard, deep inside her. The singing abruptly stops, followed by loud applause. I stand motionless, with Lilly's legs wrapped around me. Our faces are inches apart as we stare at each other. Both our chests are still heaving and a thin sheen of sweat covers her beautiful face. I slowly lift her off of me and tenderly place her on the ground. Her skirt whispers to the floor, she straightens the dress and smooth’s a loose lock of hair. She looks perfect as though nothing happened.
The rest of our time in Rome was spent much the same as the first day...inside of Lilly...In the bedroom...over the kitchen counter... in the pool. It was the best weekend of my life. Now, back to reality.
It's Wednesday and I have agreed to meet my sister’s new boyfriend this evening, much to my displeasure. I never know why she wants me to meet anyone, no-one will ever be good enough for her in my eyes. The only saving grace is that Lilly is coming with me, and I really do want her to meet Cat.
My sisters flat is in a large Chelsea town house which I happen to own. I press the buzzer and she buzzes us in.
Her apartment is very girly, everything is cream with soft landscapes on the walls. She has a varied range of furniture in the house, antique chairs have been re-upholstered with bright pink animal print, which contrasts the very modern glass dining table. Her kitchen looks like Cath Kidson threw up in there.
"Theo." She beams at me. She always gets overly loud when she's nervous, and I know she will be nervous.
"Cat." She kisses me on each cheek. “This is Lilly. Lilly, my sister Cat."
They exchange a hug. "It's so good to finally meet you properly." Cat gushes.
"You too." Lilly looks slightly awkward, but handles the whole thing rather well for her. I know this kind of thing freaks her out.
"Something smells good." I interrupt. Cat has always been a talented cook, something which I have never taken the slightest interest in.
"I'm making Lamb shanks." She turns and heads into the kitchen.
"Would you two like a drink?" She shouts from the kitchen.
"Water please." The glass dining table is set for four people, with a beautiful arrangement of flowers in the middle.
"Lilly, would you like wine?" Cat pokes her head around the door.
"Yes please, white would be great."
She comes out of the kitchen and hands us both a glass. "So where is he?" I sigh, resigned.
"Oh don't be like that. He'll be here soon. Please be nice Theo." She pouts and looks all sulky.
"I'm always nice." She frowns and cocks her head to the side. "The last one didn't count. He was an arse."
"No, you just thought he was. You think every man I have any interest in is an arse!" She says in an angry huff. Lilly laughs.
I shrug. "I won't deny it."
"Ugh. You have to like someone at some point surely."
"Only if he doesn't believe in sex before marriage." I smirk at her and she laughs a girlish giggle.
"Lilly, please tell him he's ridiculous!" She whines.
"My brother's the same with me. I get it." She shrugs.
The buzzer sounds for the flat and Cat skips to the wall and presses the door release. She suddenly looks very anxious. She takes a deep breath and turns to me.
"Please be nice." She's so whiney. I roll my eyes and shrug out of my suit jacket. I toss it on the back of the sofa and take off my tie, undoing the first two buttons of my shirt.
I hear Cat open the door and a man's voice. I turn toward the door and she leads in a fairly average looking man, he's about 5'10", medium build, mousey brown hair and brown eyes. He's wearing black jeans and a white shirt. Both he and Cat look edgy and nervous, Jesus, anyone would think I was a right twat.