Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 67(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
But what if?
What if it doesn’t happen?
I stay quiet, too afraid to let go.
Even though I’m on the cusp, there’s no way I’ll reach the end.
I wrap my hands tighter around him, but I don’t pull him closer. I push him off.
He looks both concerned and drunk on me. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, but I’ll have a better shot if you flip me over and fuck me so hard I can’t think.”
He stares at me with his jaw hanging open as if he can’t believe his luck. “This is the best day ever.”
Let’s hope so.
Quickly, I find a condom in the nightstand then set it on the bed so I can tug off his shirt. I roam my hands all over him, a quick exploration. “Your chest…wow. Just wow,” I say, then I want to get to know his arms too.
But he grabs my wrists and stops me. “When my face was between your thighs, you were afraid you wouldn’t come, right?”
I close my eyes, then nod. “Yes.”
Drew kisses my cheek. “Next time, honey. Next time you’ll let me finish,” he says in a gorgeous seduction that makes me want to sign up for that next time even though there’s no guarantee I’ll get over the cliff this time. What if I don’t?
But I stop thinking when Drew stands at the edge of my bed, unties his shorts, and lets them fall to the floor.
My mouth waters.
His cock is gorgeous. Screw thinking. I want to feel.
5
Terms of Engagement
Drew
* * *
I strip off her tank dress, undo her bikini top, then cup her breasts.
I could play with these beauties for a long time. But she needs to get lost in the feelings now. “Turn around, hands on the bed. And lift your ass,” I order.
She obeys, spinning around, lifting her ass, and waiting.
“Mmm,” I say, gliding my hand over her cheeks. “This is my favorite view. But I’d like it a little better if I were balls deep in you.”
She shudders. My sweet afternoon delight loves dirty talk. I take a few seconds to open the condom, roll it on, then rub the head of my cock against her heat, my own temperature spiking.
She may worry about coming. She may have a hard time reaching the end. And I may never give her an orgasm.
But I’m going to try like hell. “Were you this wet back at the bar?” I ask.
“Yes. I was turned on just being near you,” she whispers.
“You made me so fucking hard just by flirting with me,” I say, then I grab her hips. “Let me do all the work, honey. I’ve been thinking for the last two hours about how to fuck you.”
“Show me,” she murmurs.
“I will.” I ease out, swivel my hips, and sink in, filling her and indulging in this moment deep inside her. “You want it hard? Slow? You want me to smack your ass? Name it, honey.”
“Deep. Just deep. I love it when…”
“When I fill you up,” I say, finishing for her as her speech spins into a dirty moan.
Then, another.
A loud groan.
A blissed-out sigh.
Soon, she’s hitting a fast pace of cries. She’s close, and I don’t want her to lose it again. As I fill her and fuck her, I find her swollen clit, and I rub. Just the right pressure. Just the right touch.
My mission? Overwhelm her with pleasure so she can’t think.
And I don’t relent. I keep the rhythm of hard, deep thrusts. Focused swirls of my finger.
Most of all…words.
So hot, so tight, so good.
I’m close to the edge too.
Soon, I’ll lose control.
But I hold on till she tips over, her sounds turning into a gorgeous cry of oh God, oh God, oh God.
Once, twice, then countless times as she comes.
I follow her there, rocking into her, my own release blurring out the world.
When at last we both come back to earth, I lean over her and kiss her shoulder. “Don’t think for a moment that I forgot the terms of our deal. I have yet to make you scream my name while my face is between your thighs.”
She laughs. “So I get another chance.”
“We both do.”
Some things women do amaze me. Like that bra trick where they take it off from under their clothes. A bit of wiggling then voila—free-range boobs.
I’m equally floored that Brooke can throw together a meal after such epic sex. My brain is still coming back online, and she’s whipping up a risotto dish in a frying pan, sautéing mushrooms and asparagus too.
“How did you do that?” I gesture in awe to the goodness on the stove, crackling and sizzling in her cute little kitchen. Yellow walls make the place warm and inviting, and the evening sun streams through the windows.
“Do what? Cook?”
“More like put together a recipe that quickly. You chopped the asparagus and mushrooms in no time,” I say, scratching my jaw, trying to put two and two together in my post-orgasm haze. “Honestly, I’m not sure I’m speaking in complete sentences after that. I’m still feeling a little sex drunk.”