Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Maybe we can both agree on that, at least.”
“Anyway, we did, and we both agree there’s an expiration date, but I really do mean we don’t. We don’t have an end date. There can be more. There can be less. There can be friendship and family. I’m not going to let you crawl into this lonely little hole or stalk from shell to shell, hermit crabbing your way through life.”
“That’s what you think I’m doing? Hermiting it up? Crabbing around?”
“I think I’d like you to tear off my underwear right now with your bare hands.”
He groans. “Goodness. How skilled and strong do you think I am?”
I wrap the fabric in my hands and try to pull on it, but it’s cotton, and it isn’t giving way without a tear first. All I get is a comical tug. Rick swallows so hard that it looks like he’s trying to get a watermelon down. I wonder again what it would be like to learn every inch of his naked body and trace all his scars, both tiny and large. I wonder what it would be like to be able to do that anytime I want because he would want me to.
“Rick?”
He moves fast. He always shocks me with his lightning-fast reflexes. He explodes out of the chair and leans over me, caging me in with hands gripping the edge of the desk. He’s lovely like this, teetering on the cliff’s edge of control. I like the way the muscles in his arms strain under his shirt and the way a vein throbs at his temple.
He rakes his eyes over me, and then he fists my panties in both hands and pulls.
Nothing.
We both pause.
“Umm?” I murmur.
“I really thought it would happen.”
“Do you have scissors inside this desk?” I ask.
“I don’t think so, but I know there’s a utility knife somewhere. Or a saw downstairs if things get desperate. Maybe a steak knife from the kitchen.”
“Gah! Just—” I belatedly realize he’s joking. He might not have scissors, but he solves that problem by slipping my panties down and gliding them off my legs. He’s smooth and effortless, and they remain in one piece. He doesn’t need saws and knives when he’s inventive.
Now, I’m naked before him, and I want to get inventive with that. I throw my hands around his neck and lean forward, leaning straight into him. Then I pull his face down to mine and kiss him. We get about three seconds of sweetness before all the desperation and want come pouring into the kiss. I love that when he leans into me, I feel so freaking small against him. I love that even though I’m the only one who is naked, I don’t feel awkward.
I feel like straight liquid when Rick kisses along my neck. His soft beard scrapes over my shoulder, and then he reaches my breast. It’s all bliss. All swimming in space as his mouth transforms me. His tongue does amazing things to my nipple. He also does amazing things to other spots by knocking my legs open with his hand and brushing his fingers over me. I arch into him, so soaked and eager for this.
It’s in the back of my mind that this might be the last time he ever touches me like this. That this might be the last time I get close to him. It’s been a long, hard series of lessons in learning how to live in the moment, but I want to be in this moment so fully that it will sustain me no matter what happens.
The way he touches me isn’t the way I touch myself. I don’t know how he makes his fingers feel like they’re coated in magic dust, whereas mine have only ever felt so normal.
I close my eyes and let this moment be magic.
“Rick, yes. Yes, please. That’s so good.”
“You want my mouth there?”
It’s not shameful to ask. Not when I want him this badly. Not ever. “Yes,” I moan.
His fingers make it good. My hips roll into his touch, but then he bends, and I part my legs even wider, so wide that I can feel the burn in my thighs as he tests the limits of my flexibility. It’s so hot how far I’m spread open on this desk for him. And it’s even hotter when he kneels between them, takes my legs, and guides them to his shoulders, fitting them there.
I open my eyes and find his head bowed. He’s so beautiful. I want to watch him, but if he looked up and found me doing it, I don’t know if it would make him or me more self-conscious.
I close my eyes when he licks me. In my head, I imagine being pinned to the desk by his weight while he’s inside me. I shouldn’t think about things like that because if I do, it’s going to make this go way too fast. And I want it slow, drawn out, torturous.