Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
"You don't think we are rushing this? That things are moving too fast?"
Pulling me closer he shakes his head. "No, it's not too fast. I've put my life on hold for too long. Needing justice for what Tanya put me through. Wanting security and ... you. I've been waiting for you. Now that all that is behind us, what more is there to wait for?"
My heart aches at his words, my body folding into his almost involuntarily. "Sebastian," I whisper. "Neither one of us had good parental role models. Can we do this? Should we do this? I don’t want to fuck up someone else’s life.”
His full lips tip up into a soft gentle smile that I've been seeing more and more on his mouth lately. "We will not fuck up our kids life. There will be mistakes and errors but we won’t fuck them up. As long as the baby is safe and fed I don't think we can screw it up, right?"
I shrug. "Are you asking me? Because I've never even held a baby let alone fed one. Sometimes I don’t think I can even take care of myself."
He rolls his eyes. "Then we take classes, we read books, we experience it all together, and figure it out as one.”
I nod. What he's saying is true. "Well then we’re doing this. It’s happening.”
He scoops me up under my thighs and hikes me up around his waist. I wrap my arms and legs around him, letting him carry me into our bedroom.
"Ely, you've made me the happiest man in the fucking world. Let me show you just how much." He gently sets me on the end of the bed and presses me down to lay flat, with his hand spread wide across my belly. "Lay down, let me love you."
When I move to sit up, my mouth popping open to continue talking he flips my skirt up to expose my black cotton panties. His jerk of the fabric makes me squeal until he tugs the material off my ankle and tosses it away. Dropping down to his knees I still, my head tipped up so I can watch him.
He scoots forward, heedless of his pressed slacks, until my knees bracket his wide shoulders. Then he stares at me like I'm a feast and he's a starving man. I gulp and continue watching him, needing to see how much he wants me. He never hides it now.
The darkness in his eyes, the way his fingers tighten on my skin. All of it explains how much he wants me, and just how much he held back before we resolved the dangers in our life.
Dragging me to the end of the bed and he lifts my legs to sit on his shoulders. "Let me give you a reward, Ely. My Little Prey. I want you to scream my name as I make you come, do you understand?"
I nod once, twice, again and again, frantic now as my body ramps up needing his touch to satisfy me. “Please. Sebastian. Please.”
He winks at me from his lower position. "Oh, you know how I love it when you beg me." For a flash of a second I'm back in a dingy motel room, but I shove down the memory, refusing to be triggered by my lover, a man I know would rather die than hurt me like that.
I spear my fingers into his hair and pull him close to my body. He takes the hint and the first brush of his tongue on my sensitive, overheated flesh is heaven. Pure bliss.
I tighten my knees around his head, and he shoves his hands under my ass to hold me up against his mouth. No matter how many times he touches me, kisses me, makes love to me it's always like the first time. It's elemental, raw, so intense I feel like I could crawl out of my skin if he doesn't take more, use more of me.
His tongue delves inside me, and he uses it to fuck me deep with the length of him, then pulls out to nibble at my clit and suck the little bud between his teeth. Gasping, I arch into him, encouraging his every move. How does this feel even better than it had before? Every single time he takes me to the edge of sanity and drags me back with pleasure.
Always back to him; he'd never let me stay there, drifting, without him.
He hums against my skin, his noises of pleasure almost animalistic as he laps at me.
And when he takes me over the edge of my orgasm, I scream out his name just the way he likes.When we are both satisfied, our clothes in piles around our bedroom, our bodies wrapped in a blanket on the floor, I roll to face him. "What was that?"