Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“Yes, you can. I’m gonna make you come again so this pussy will suck me dry.” His tone brooks no argument. He’s in full boss mode and I love it. “I’ve been waiting for this for years… so much built up just for you… I need this release, Riley. I need to come, need to fill you up again.” I cry out, both from his words and the way he’s plunging into me deep and hard like he’s teaching my pussy who it belongs to. “You want it?”
I know what he’s doing. If this were only about me, I’d stop. I’m boneless from the pleasure he’s already wrought on my body, and have come more and harder in the last twelve hours than in the previous year. But if it’s about him? I’ll go again to give him pleasure, to give him the release he needs. I’ll take care of him that way, especially knowing that he’s going to take care of me at the same time.
“Give it to me,” I demand.
He brushes his lips over my ear and whispers, “Good girl.”
And oh, shit, I’m done for. Those two little words light a fire in me I didn’t know existed, and I try my best to fuck Cameron from below, but he doesn’t let me. His weight pins my body and his hands hold mine, and I’m forced to be at his mercy. His blessed, bliss-bringing mercy once again.
“I’m there,” I gasp. Pleading, I breathe, “Come with me.”
His face buried against my neck, probably breathing in my hair more than air, he drives into me jackhammer-fast. He’s plunging so deep that I think I can feel him in my chest… or maybe that’s my breath trapped in my lungs. And then Cameron’s heat paints my insides and he grunts jaggedly. His orgasm triggers mine, and together, we fall into the abyss.
When I come back to awareness, Cameron is draped over me so heavily that I’d think perhaps I killed him except I can feel his racing heart against my chest. “You okay?” I venture.
I’m not only asking about his physical state. We’ve been at this for a while, and though I’m not ready for it to happen yet, his phone is going to ding with a text from Grace soon, dulling the shine of the moment and replacing it with things like coordinating pickups and deciding on dinner.
“What’s better than awesome?” Cameron muses, his voice echoing against the mattress beside my head.
“Me?” I suggest.
He laughs lightly and then rolls off me, ending up on his side next to me. “I’ll definitely agree with that.” His fingertip draws a line over the skin of my belly, up between my breasts, and then he loops one of my longer necklaces around his finger, mindlessly playing with the chain. “The most awesomest of awesome.”
“Did you just make up a word?” I gasp, feigning shock and awe. “You’re totally the type who’s read the dictionary, and that word is definitely not in there.”
“Well, it should be,” he declares. “Come on. Let’s hop in the shower… again.”
It ends up being after twelve o’clock before Grace texts. Late enough that Cameron and I shower, clean the kitchen from last night’s fun, and make and eat brunch while shooting each other sexy-eyed smirks.
“Are you going with me to get Grace?” Cameron asks.
I want to. Desperately.
Because I want this fantasy to continue. But when he picks up Grace, it won’t. I know that. I even understand it. We’ve had one night, and no matter how fabulous it was, we can’t spring something like this on Grace until we know what it is. If it’s even anything.
Cameron has said a lot of things that make me feel hopeful, but things said while dick-deep and on the verge of coming are categorically not to be used against someone once the moment’s passed. I think that’s actually in some rule book somewhere.
“No, you go get her, and I’ll get groceries. We can meet back here later.”
It’s a completely logical plan, even coming from the most illogical person ever. But Cameron doesn’t seem certain, his brows dropping over doubt-filled eyes. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” I tell him breezily, going so far as to pat his chest and press a kiss to his now-smooth cheek. “Divide and conquer. I’m thinking chicken and dumplings for dinner tonight.”
“Sounds delicious.” Every word is right, but I think we both feel the hesitancy in them as space grows between us.
It’s a weird situation. We had sex, but we also live together and are completely entwined in each other’s lives. There’s no awkward walk of shame—not that I’m ashamed of anything we did—but we also can’t immediately jump to ‘living together’ and skip a bajillion steps along the way. Especially the one where we figure out what this means before Grace learns about it. That’s the most important step of all.