Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 131799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
We both moan.
Oh, this is good—too good.
He’s huge.
He reaches up and, as his dark eyes hold mine he cups my breast, I slowly rise to my knees and slide back down. He hisses in approval.
I build a rhythm, and I know he said he will hurt me, but hell, I’m going to hurt myself at this rate. I can’t get close enough. I can’t get him deep enough.
“Fuck, Didge,” he pushes out as he closes his eyes, and I know he’s trying to stop himself from coming.
“Give it to me,” I whimper.
The next moment, he has flipped me onto my back and my legs are over his shoulders.
He hits me with hard, deep, punishing drives and, unable to stand it, my body shudders as an orgasm rips through me like a freight train. I cry out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He growls as he pumps me fast and hard, and I don’t think I can stand it. I close my eyes, and then he holds himself still and shudders, releasing a guttural moan.
We pant as we gasp for air.
My sex throbs from the beating.
Then he kisses me, soft and tender, and I smile as my hands go to his jaw. He lets go of my legs and they drop to his sides, so he can lie between them.
We kiss softly, again and again, and it’s like we have a lifetime of kissing to make up for. He smiles against my lips and rolls us so that I am on top of him. I try to hop off, but he holds me still. “I’m staying inside of you for a lot longer than that, angel,” he whispers against my lips.
My eyes search his. “You’ve been inside me all along, Ben.”
We lie on our sides, facing each other.
The room is lit only by my lamp, and our bodies are deeply sated. We’ve been making love for hours. Ben’s hand roams over my hip and around to my breast. The blanket pools around me on the bed.
“I don’t want to talk about why we broke up,” I say.
A frown crosses his face.
“Yet…” I add.
He smirks, adding in an eye roll. He knew I wouldn’t give up that easily, but I do want to get to know him a lot better. “Tell me about your first girlfriend,” I whisper.
His face cups my breast, and he smiles as he shakes his head.
I frown. “No?”
“I mean no girlfriend.”
“What?” I lean up onto my elbow to see him better. “You’ve never had a girlfriend?”
He shakes his head softly as his hand roams over my body.
“But…” I hesitate. “How the hell are you so sexually experienced if you’ve never… Oh.” I frown. “Don’t answer that,” I murmur.
He smirks. “Probably best I don’t.” He leans in and kisses me softly. “I was young when I went into the army, and…” He pauses as he thinks back. “I was never in the position to do the dating thing. I mean,” He raises his eyebrows. “You don’t exactly invite a girl back to the barracks for dinner.”
I run my hand down the stubble on his face as I listen to him. Any piece of information is like winning the lottery.
“And then when I started travelling with the army, so I was never in the one place for a long time.” He frowns as his voice trails off. “I guess I never—”
I cut him off with a kiss. “Ben,” I whisper. “Will you go out with me?”
He frowns. “What?”
I run my fingers through the hair on his chest. “Will you go out with me?” I smile, and kiss him again. “Will you be my boyfriend, Ben?” I ask playfully.
He bites his bottom lip to hide his goofy smile. “If you behave.”
I roll him onto his back and lean over him. His eyes glow with affection and I know that that just meant a lot to him. “What does a boyfriend have to do, exactly?” he asks as he narrows his eyes.
“Dirty jobs.”
His eyes hold mine.
“Jobs that nobody else gets to do,” I whisper.
He kisses me, and I feel his erection grow against my hip once more.
“I am more than happy to do your dirty jobs.” His eyes dance with mischief.
“That’s great. My washing is in the laundry. Three loads.” I smile against his lips.
He laughs out loud and flips me so that I am under him again. He lifts my legs around his waist, and my eyes close as he slides home. “Let me finish this dirty job first before I start another.” He pumps me hard. “It might take a while.”
We sit at the café and have just finished breakfast. It’s 8:30 and we are across the road from my office. I needed to duck in and pick up a few things before I leave for my overseas trip this afternoon. I was so distracted yesterday, I left my laptop and my phone charger at work. I’m going to need those both.