Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Slowly, he pushes his finger inside of me. An entirely new feeling grips my whole being. Pleasure swims up from his fingertip as he pushes it deeper. The groaning noises he makes are just as hot as the physical feeling like he can’t believe how good it feels for him, somehow.
When I moan again, a shudder moves through him. I can feel it in his hand, the way it subtly vibrates deep inside of me, his fingertip caressing a spot of pure pleasure. He moves it in circles, causing my hips to follow the feeling, to chase the release.
“Keep going,” he growls.
“I was … about to … tell you … the … suh-same … thu-thing …”
He presses his lips against mine again, snarling as he kisses me, then leans back so he can look down at me. My vision blurs, but I can see the intent in his focused expression. He wants—oh, God, maybe needs—to hear my moans and see the pleasure on my face.
“You’re going to come so hard for me,” he growls. “All over my hand. I can feel it.”
“You … can?”
“I can feel your pussy getting tighter around my finger. Wetter. I can feel your clit swelling, all needy and horny as fuck.”
Yes, I try to moan, but no words come out. Yes, yes, yes …
He moves his hand even quicker, fucking me with his finger now, making me wonder what a dick would feel like. No, no, not a dick. His dick.
Soon, it becomes too much to handle. It’s like he’s going to make me freaking take off with how much pleasure he’s dishing out, the constant movement of his hand sending thrumming signals through me that has my clit burning and something deep inside trembling.
I can’t think or question or doubt as he swirls his finger even faster inside of me. Right as the orgasm grips me, I squeeze my legs together around his hand, trapping him there like I’m afraid he’s going to take away the bright, soul-aching feeling.
He kisses me again like he wants to capture the pleasure. Our teeth butt against each other. I gasp as wave after wave of euphoria washes through me, my thighs tingling.
As the orgasm ends, Matt suddenly stands up, staring down at me with moonlight shimmering in his eyes. He looks suddenly torn, almost as though he regrets what we did.
“Fix your clothes quickly,” he says, voice harsh.
Is this all he wanted me for, then? He didn’t want any real closeness, any real—
But when he gestures behind us, I break free from the spell and hear the voices. People are coming. I quickly adjust my dress and climb to my feet. The voices get louder as they grow closer, a man and a woman. Matt takes my hand and leads me away, but I walk slower, listening to the snippets.
“Can you imagine where we’ll be in ten years? Maybe we’ll have a little house with a garden.” The man’s voice deepens with hope.
“Wait,” I murmur once we’re back under the cover of the trees.
“Why?” Matt says softly, looking down at me.
“I want to listen,” I admit.
He smirks, teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Eavesdrop, you mean.”
Now, the woman is speaking. “I always wanted a dog. What kind of job do you think you’ll have?”
“Something creative, I hope. Maybe I’ll be a writer or an artist, but whatever it is, I just want to be happy, you know?”
“As long as we’re together, we’ll be happy. I want to travel with you and see the world. Do you think we could do that?”
I squeeze my hand even tighter onto Matt’s. I’m not sure why I’m doing this. I can’t even see them. They must be under the cover of the trees on the other side of the clearing. Something is tempting in their words. Naïve, maybe futile, but I almost wish Matt and I were, what, talking about the future? I need to get a grip.
“I’d love that. We could go everywhere, like Paris, Tokyo, maybe even somewhere wild like the Amazon.”
“That sounds amazing, but what if life gets in the way? What if we don’t get to do all those things?”
“Then we’ll make our own adventures wherever we are. Even if it’s just finding the best ice cream in town.”
“Ice cream sounds good right now. As long as we don’t lose this feeling, it’ll all be okay, right?”
“Yeah, it will be. We have to keep believing in us. Do you think we’ll change?”
“Of course, we’ll change, but I hope we grow together, not apart.”
Matt tugs on my hand again, more insistently this time, when the young couple walks into view. “Come on. This isn’t for us to hear.”
He’s right. I turn, walking away with him, my sex sore in the best way from what we just did. Once back in the parking lot, we walk past the cheap-looking motorcycle—presumably the couple’s ride—and to Matt’s car.