Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
He squeezes my hand, threading his fingers with mine when I say it, and I shut my eyes, wanting to remember this moment, sure there will never be one like it again.
“Now you,” I say. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
“I’ve been holding back,” he says. “I probably won’t take long.” And again, I’m flattered. This man knows how to make me feel so good, physically and emotionally.
Holding me steady with a hand on my hip, he pumps in and out of me, and it’s so good I could almost come again. He underestimated his staying power. He lasts a good, long time, and I love every minute of it.
When he finally approaches his climax, his body stiffens and his hand grips me tighter, and he curses under his breath just before his cock throbs inside me. I’d been aware that he’d put a condom on, but I find myself wishing he hadn’t. I want him to fill me with his cum. I want to take him inside me in every way possible, and I’m startled at the thought.
This is just sex. Amazing, unforgettable sex, but just sex. Our connection is just for now, nothing longer.
I reign in my thoughts and focus on the feel of him releasing inside me, and I enjoy every pulse of his body, the way his breath has gone ragged, and the way he collapses against me when he’s done.
It was good for him too; I feel sure of it, and if I wasn’t sure, he lets me know with his words and actions.
While his cock is still throbbing, he pulls me close and kisses my neck one more time, and he continues to hold me even after he pulls out. We're both quiet for quite some time as our breaths slow and our heartbeats return to a normal pace. He smooths my hair back from my face, kisses my cheek, and squeezes my hip affectionately. “How did it compare to your fantasy?” he asks, brushing his lips against the edge of my ear.
“It was better.” I could elaborate. It was beyond anything I imagined, and I didn’t expect him to be so cuddly. I didn’t expect to feel so seen and known and understood. It’s sad to say, but what we shared here was so far beyond sex with Nick, even before we started drifting apart.
When Leo made the offer for the men to act out my fantasies, I expected myself to be nervous, and I might have expected some awkwardness, but I never expected to feel anything on the level Troy has just made me feel.
My heart is not a sexual organ, but it came dangerously close to getting involved in what just happened here on the beach, and that’s not something I can let happen.
I try to tell myself it’s just the sun making my head fuzzy, but I know that’s not the truth.
Troy puts his shorts back on and helps me tie my bikini top. He gets my coverup from my bag and helps me put that on too, and I want to tell him to stop being so nice, but instead I decide to enjoy it, because I don’t know how long it will be before someone takes such good care of me again.
He moves our towel down closer to the water, but still safely out of the surf’s reach, and then we sit and he holds me in his arms as we watch the last of the setting sun.
Fantasy 3
19
Dante
“Have you decided on your third fantasy?”
It’s landscaping day at Lorraine’s, and I get her alone for a conversation the first chance I have. She looks hotter than ever today, in a thin white top that’s held up by two tiny straps. Her hair is piled on top of her head, and her bare neck makes me want to bite it. The other thing that’s extra appealing about her is how at ease she is. After dates with Leo and Troy, she’s more relaxed around all four of us, and her beautiful smiles show themselves more frequently.
“Are you next?” she asks, sounding pleased at the prospect.
“Yes, I am.” She couldn’t be as happy about it as I am. Neither Leo nor Troy talked much about their time with her, but they said just enough to make me jealous that I was third in line. And it wasn’t so much what they said, but the looks on their faces when I asked how things went.
“Do you have something you’d like to do?” she asks.
“This is your fantasy. It’s all about you.”
When she hesitates, I decide to tease her. “Are you having trouble narrowing down all of your sinful ideas?”
Her laughter makes my cock stir in my pants.
“More the opposite,” she says.
“Surely, you must have some ideas.” From the look on her face, I can tell that she does. “You don’t have to feel shy about it,” I say. “No matter how wild your fantasies are, I’d love to hear them.”