Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I can’t help it. I have to do it. I have to let her come because I want to experience it with her. I want to be the one taking her there. I want to see her body racked with pleasure. I want to hear her come apart. I want to feel it happening around me. I’m the one who can’t wait.
I slip two fingers inside her and suckle her clit hard. It takes a few seconds, but then her climax hits. She wheezes breathlessly and bites down on the sound as her walls clench around my fingers. I can feel her feet digging into the bed as her legs clench around my shoulders.
I lick at her gently, hyperaware of every single noise and movement she makes. She’s incredible. More than incredible. She’s the entire world right now. I don’t have words for what that feeling was like hearing a song that is going to change everything for that very first time, and I don’t have words for this either. I want to show her, but I’m ending up in the same wordless spot of amazement. Maybe this is where I was always meant to be.
She goes limp around me all of a sudden once the pleasure has passed. I kiss my way back up her belly, going in reverse mode until I meet her mouth. Then, I take my time there. The fact that she’s not shy about tasting herself makes my dick roar like an untamed beast but tamed he’s going to be, at least for tonight.
I can see how sleepy Weland is. She’s pulling me down and twisting me to the side. She wants to be held, and darn it, I’m going to give her everything she wants. If only because I darn well should after not being here for the past four years.
“That was the best non-show I’ve ever had the pleasure of being a part of,” she whispers.
Her eyes flutter shut, and her breathing evens out. She’s asleep before I can even pull the sheet over her.
I nestle down next to her. I’m only half holding her as she’s on my one arm. No doubt it will go numb in short order, but I refuse to mind. I close my eyes, but my body is still buzzing. There’s no couch tonight and no dog, but there is the warmest, loveliest woman in my arms. I can already sense tonight will be another one of those mostly sleepless nights.
Chapter eighteen
Weland
The first thing I do when I wake up and realize it’s a) super early and b) Sterling is asleep in bed beside me is suppress the urge to haul myself up against him and kiss him awake. He needs his sleep. I also clearly needed mine. It turns out the best cure for insomnia and an overactive brain is a good orgasm. Sterling proved that to me last night. Then I passed out on him.
I clearly owe him.
Not in the form of waking him up since who knows when he fell asleep. Judging by his deep breathing, he’s pretty out of it right now. No matter what kind of thoughts my addled brain is producing, I’m not letting my ovaries dictate the terms.
What I am going to do is slide out of bed, get dressed, walk Beans, jump in the shower, feed Beans, and make some coffee and breakfast for us.
Still, as I slide out of bed and pull on leggings and a vintage T-shirt that has sunshine and clouds holding hands and dancing on the front of it, I can’t help a last, lingering look at my bed. My heart kicks up, and I feel like there are strings Sterling has wrapped around his hands that connect to every part of me. I really want to get back into bed and join him, even if it’s just to close my eyes and listen to his deep, steady breathing. I could just run my finger over the ridges of his shoulders that are defined even under his T-shirt. I could just study his face and memorize the beautiful details.
God, what’s happening to me?
My lower belly does a clenching thing that says I know very well what’s happening.
I head downstairs and make good on my agenda until I’m in the middle of putting on coffee, and someone knocks softly at the front door.
This isn’t a Greedy Gretchens kind of a knock. I imagine if they knocked, they’d bang the door down, though I don’t think they’d get that far. Beefy Security Dude out there would take them down. All three of them. Even though he’s just one person, I have zero doubt he’d find a way. I’m pretty sure Lethal Exterminator is his first language.
In fact, I recognize that knock. It sounds a lot like the way my dad puts his knuckles to a door when he’s kind of unsure about whether he should be doing it or not. That’s the way he used to wake me up for school every single morning. I’d always have my bedroom door closed to block out the noise of my mom getting up darn early and puttering around downstairs, and I’d also just about always shut my alarm off and fall back asleep, and he’d have to come and wake me up.