Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“Take it,” he demanded.
My hand shot down between my legs, and it took only the softest roll of my fingertips over my clit in time with him pumping in and out of me to find my release.
I quaked and cried out, this one even more powerful than the last, more powerful than any I’d ever experienced before in my life. My walls tightened around him as he kept pace, and I shook and writhed in the sheets, reaching out to drag my nails down the valleys and peaks of his abdomen.
“Fuck, Giana,” he groaned, and just as my orgasm was fading out, his pace quickened.
He was close.
I pressed up onto my own palms, heels of my feet finding the bed so I could meet his thrusts with my own.
“Oh shit,” he cursed, watching my breasts bounce wildly as I met his eager pumps, and I captured his mouth with my own just as he groaned out his release.
I felt it, felt him twitching inside me as his seed spilled into the condom. I was so sensitive I could feel every rivulet as it expended from him, and my mouth watered with the desire to taste him like I had that night at the observatory.
It was the fiercest rush I’d known in my life, to make Clay come, to feel him release inside me and know it was me who’d brought him that pleasure.
He collapsed onto me, forcing me to sink into the sheets as one of his hands painfully gripped my hip and he pumped out the last of his orgasm. He trembled when he was spent, forehead dropping to mine as we both panted, our slick skin dampening each other and the sheets.
And as fiercely as he had taken control, he surrendered it back to me.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, searching my gaze before he pressed a gentle kiss to my nose.
“I’m fucking amazing.”
He smiled, one brow arching up as he flexed his softening member inside me. “That makes two of us.” He paused. “Come. Let’s shower.”
Carefully, he removed himself from inside me, disposing of the condom before he helped me stand. I didn’t realize I needed help until I tried to walk on my shaky legs, thighs aching in protest from how I’d flexed every muscle in my body chasing both of my releases.
Clay ran the shower warm before helping me step inside, and he came in right behind me, closing the curtain and enveloping us in a warm, dark enclave.
His arms wrapped me up as the water washed down my back, and I sighed at the contentment that spread over me, the pure ecstasy of that moment.
Clay held me like that for a long while before he pulled back, swallowing as his eyes flicked back and forth between mine. He grabbed my face in his hands, thumbs against my jaw forcing me to look at him as he said, “Thank you for trusting me with that, for letting me be your first.”
I bit against my smile, shaking my head. “You really are like a book boyfriend, you know?”
At that, he chuckled, tucking me into his chest against before pressing a kiss against my wet hair. “I’ll be even better,” he said. “Just wait and see.”
And I had absolutely zero doubts that was a promise he wouldn’t break.
Clay
I’d never felt so whole.
Not with a football in my hands, not with my mom’s arm around me in pride on my graduation day, not in any of the moments I’d ever shared with Maliyah.
Nothing had ever filled me up, all the way to the brim, the way waking up next to Giana did.
Her dark curls were an absolute mess, frizzy and sticking this way and that, the golden highlights in the midst of brown like a chaotic halo around her head on the pillow. Her mouth was open, shallow snores slipping through her pink lips as a little drool slid through the corner.
I smiled, letting my eyes trace over the beams of light streaking in through her blinds and casting her in a golden glow. And suddenly, I realized how very differently last night could have gone, how differently this morning would be had I made a different decision — had I not said fuck it and gone after the girl.
My chest ached.
One choice. One moment where I’d decided I couldn’t stay silent anymore, no matter what kind of pain it would bring to her or to me for me to speak the truth. It was nearly a week I let my pride sit on top of me, holding me down with its weight and the stinging reminder that her date with Shawn was what she wanted, what I’d promised to get her.
But when Coach let us go last night and told us to get some rest for the game today, I knew rest would be the last thing I’d find until I told her how I felt.