Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Dying,” I pant. “I think I’m dying.”
Matty murmurs something I can’t make out before kissing a searing path down my stomach and between my legs. I spread my knees to make room for his broad shoulders and he grips my ass in both hands, lifting my hips off the mattress a few inches.
This is usually when I would start to feel self-conscious—the first time a man sees every intimate inch of you is always a little nerve-wracking—but I’m too desperate for him to touch me to care. I reach down, threading my fingers into his hair and pulling him against me.
He moans his approval and digs his fingers deeper into my ass as his tongue strokes over my clit. It rolls delightfully there for a few seconds, making my head fill with a whooshing, windy sound, before dipping down to circle my entrance.
“Fuck, Nora,” he murmurs as he kisses and licks, teases, and drives his stiff tongue deep inside me. “I want to eat your pussy every day for the rest of my life.”
“Yes,” I pant, arching closer to his mouth, loving what he said for so many reasons. The pussy part, obviously, because he’s a genius at oral sex, but also the “rest of his life” part.
He might not be ready to admit it outside the bedroom, but when we’re naked, Matty can’t deny that he wants what I want. He wants to see where this goes, to see if this is really that shot at forever we’ve both been waiting for.
I come with shameless, happy sex noises I’ve never heard come out of my mouth before, noises that make Matty happy, too, if the endless stream of encouragement pouring from his lips is any indication. He tells me how beautiful I am when I come, how perfect, how fucking amazing I taste, and how he can’t wait to be inside me.
Because I can’t wait for that, either, I flap a tingling arm on the mattress. “Condom. Do we have? We need.”
“Be back so fast,” he says, bolting off the bed toward the bathroom. He returns before I can push up onto my elbows, rolling the condom on as he walks.
“Beautiful,” I announce, my gaze fixed on his thick, long, utterly gorgeous cock.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, lengthening himself on top of me. “So damned beautiful, Nora.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, sighing as he sinks inside me. It’s been a while for me, but there’s no pain, no resistance. I’m so wet and ready, he glides to the end of me like we were made to fit perfectly together. We both sigh in a mixture of relief and joy and begin to move.
From the first shift of our hips, it’s so natural. So shameless, so real. I wrap my arms around his warm body, digging the heel of my hand into the base of his spine, urging him wordlessly to get even closer. And he does, and just that small adjustment sets the whirlwind inside to spinning faster, tighter. I come again, feeling like pool balls in the middle of a perfect break, pleasure rolling and rattling through my every cell as Matty’s cock begins to jerk inside me.
Afterwards, he lies heavily on top of me, catching his breath as I smile at the ceiling like a woman who’s just seen her first Monty Python skit. “We’re so good at that,” I finally whisper.
He laughs softly and pulls back, gazing down at me. “We really are.”
“We should do it again,” I say, my grin widening. “Just to make sure it wasn’t a first-time fluke.”
His cell bleats from near the end of the bed and his forehead wrinkles. “I’d love nothing more, but sadly, we have to meet Rex in two hours and we’re a good ninety minutes from home. That’s probably him now. He likes to confirm meetings. He’s a weirdly normal businessman in that one, particular way.”
My lips push into a pout. “We have to leave in thirty minutes?”
“Twenty, to be safe,” he says, making me groan, then groan again as he pulls out and rolls off the bed. “But you don’t have to go. I can go alone.”
I sit up, raising my voice as he pads into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. “No, you’re not. I’m coming with you. But I hate crime even more than I used to. If these jerks weren’t so busy crime-ing all over the place, we could have a nice relaxing afternoon of sex and napping and then more sex and room service.”
Matty pops his head back into the doorway to the bathroom, an unexpected light in his eyes. “He canceled.” He holds up his cell. “The road leading out of his place is flooded and he can’t get out. We’re going to have to postpone until tomorrow. Maybe even Sunday, if the rain doesn’t stop.”