Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
"I fucking knew it," he says with awe when he spreads my legs and looks down. "Glistening like always. So fucking perfect for me, baby."
My back arches when he slides a finger down the middle of me, swiping at sensitive flesh.
My hips move, chasing the sensation as he teases me. A whimper of need bubbles from my chest when he pulls his fingers back, breaking their contact with my skin. A full-body tremble begins when he lifts those fingers to his lips and licks.
"For the rest of my life," he whispers as he uses his free hand to stroke down the length of his cock. "You'll be the most delicious thing I've ever tasted."
Bending forward, his lips brush mine, sharing the flavor. It feels a little devious, bordering on too taboo, but all that does is add fuel to the fire that's burning inside of me.
"Mac," I beg.
"Condom?" he asks as he positions his tip at my entrance, and I know exactly where his mind is.
The hesitation I thought was gone until now creeps back in, but before I can open my mouth to answer, my hips move of their own volition, and I take him inside of me.
"Jesus, fuck," he gasps, the tension in his arm muscles growing. "Riley."
I blink up at him. Every sensation possible for my body to feel is washing over me at the exact same moment, and it's bordering on being just too much to handle.
"You're sure?" he whispers.
"Are you?"
Instead of giving me an answer, he presses forward, seating his cock fully inside of my body.
We both groan our pleasure as his lips find mine, and as quickly as he said this was going to be over for him, I realize it's the exact same for me. My core is already fluttering down the length of him as his lips meet mine.
Our tongues twist together, our bodies taking over and claiming exactly what they need from the other.
Heat coats my skin, sweat beading on nearly every inch.
It's perfection, absolute bliss, and I can't wait to have the opportunity to have this with him every single day for the rest of my life.
"Baby," he whispers, but it comes a second after I feel the first pulse of his orgasm.
My body follows suit, needing that connection to him.
He coaxes me through the trembles and convulsions as his body does the very same, and it seems like forever before my mind is clear enough to speak, but I bathe in the silence as we just lie here entangled in each other's arms.
It feels like heaven, an alternate reality from one where we have to be adults and make hard decisions, and if it were possible, I'd love to just stay in this moment with him for an eternity.
However, coming back to reality doesn't bring with it the same sting as it usually does because my life is looking up, and this fantastic man has declared his love for me.
His fingers trace over my stomach, and instead of swiping at his hand to make him stop, I enjoy the sensation of him teasing my overheated skin.
"I feel like I owe you more," he whispers as his arm around my back tightens, pulling me closer.
"From the sound of it, you're planning to give me a lifetime of more."
"If I could give you two lifetimes, Riley, I'd do it in a heartbeat."
"I'm scared," I confess, pressing my nose into his throat.
"Me too," he whispers, and I treasure the honesty. "Tell me about your day."
I smile into his skin, my exhaustion giving way to the excitement about my news.
"I've decided to start doing to-go meals," I say as I press back so I can look down at him.
I need to gauge his reaction to see if he's fully supportive of my plans and dreams.
There's more to a relationship than great sex, after all.
A wide smile spreads across his face. "Do you have any idea how happy that's going to make the guys at work? Especially if you use your grandmother's cookbook for the meals."
I know it's not a jab, and I'm already starting to accept that the gourmet foods I've always wanted to offer to Lindell just aren't going to work.
"Really? Don't they all go to the diner for dinner most of the time?"
"And Donnie bitches about the price of sodas and tipping every place he goes," Mac says. "If he can get the same great food and take it home, then he'd be the happiest man in the world."
Thinking of his words, same great food, makes me want to clarify about Ruth and what I discovered today, but I hold the woman's secret inside. I know there will no doubt come a time when I disclose this information to him, but it may be after I serve him a big, delicious bowl of Dinty Moore chicken and dumplings to see if he tells me that it tastes better than what he can get at the diner.