Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
So vacant.
And as I come down from the high of the orgasm, all I want is completion.
“God, you’re hot,” he growls against my flesh. “So fucking beautiful, Tabitha.”
Then his tongue is at it again, licking, probing. He stops every couple of seconds, nibbles on the flesh of my ass. Then he goes back to work.
He moves forward then, away from my ass, kissing the small of my back and then upward, to my shoulder blades. He sucks on my neck again, and I know he’s leaving a bruise. I want the bruise. I haven’t had a hickey since junior high, but I don’t care.
I want it.
“Are you ready?” he whispers against my ear.
“Always,” I say on a sigh.
He slides onto his side and pulls me against him, spoon style. His cock is between my legs, its warm length sliding through my folds. I’m so wet. So wet and ready.
“I’m going to fuck you slowly, Tabitha. I want you to feel me. Every part of me. Every part of me inside every part of you.”
He pulls me into him, lifting one thigh slightly and then…
He glides inside me in a slow hard thrust.
“God, Henry…” I breathe out.
“Yeah. Pretty amazing,” he rasps. “It’s taking every ounce of my control not to drill into you right now.”
“Do it,” I say between gritted teeth. “Do it. Please.”
“Not yet.” He slides his tongue over my ear. “Let me just feel you. Feel the sensation of being inside you.”
His words…
They slide over me like sweet honey drizzled over vanilla ice cream.
For a minute, I wish I could stay this way forever. That I could love Henry the way I want to, and that he loved me back.
I push my ass backward, trying to push him deeper inside me. I want to crawl into his skin with him, truly become him.
I let out a long sigh.
He withdraws. I whimper at the loss, but then he’s inside me again after another long slow thrust.
He pulls out again slowly. Slides back in.
Sounds come from my throat. Maybe some words too. I make no sense of any of it. I don’t have to. Sense isn’t necessary here. Only desire, emotion, raw feeling. Logic doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except Henry inside me.
Again he pulls out, and again he pushes back in.
Slowly, slowly, slowly…
“Fuck, Tabitha,” he grits out.
“I know,” I say. “I know.”
“I want so much to take you. To jam my cock inside you and release.”
“Please,” I say. “Do it. I need you to do it.”
He rolls us both over so he’s on top of me. He grips my hips, pulls me to my knees, and this time…
This time…
He plunges into me so forcefully that I feel him in my heart.
Forty-Four
Henry
I grit my teeth. I’m lost in Tabitha’s sweet body.
I’m no longer alone.
She completes me in a way I never imagined.
How can I give this up?
How can I give her up?
I’m not ready for this to be over. Not even slightly ready.
Quickly I pull out.
“Henry?”
I turn her over so she’s lying on her back.
“I just want to look at you,” I say. “Kiss you.”
I move on top of her and crush my lips to hers. This time it’s not a gentle kiss. It’s a raw and taking kiss, like what we’ve done in the past. I could kiss her forever, but despite that, I break the kiss and move down her body, stopping briefly at her nipples to suck each one, but then down her belly to her mound, where I spread her legs.
“I’m going to eat you. I’m going to suck this pussy, Tabitha. I’m going to make you come. And then I’m going to make you come again. And again. And I won’t stop until you beg me to.”
“Oh, Henry… Please…”
She’s so wet, so ready, and my dick—still hard as a rock, of course—throbs between my legs. So easy… It would be so easy to cram it back inside her and release.
But I don’t.
I slowly slide my tongue between her folds. Savor her.
Then I close my lips around her clit and suck softly, gently. She undulates beneath me, arching her back, raising her hips. I kiss her inner thighs, give her a few quick bites. Then I return to her pussy. I shove my tongue into her heat, withdraw, and then again.
“God, Henry, please.”
I lick her and lick her and lick her, paying only minimal attention to her clit, until finally…finally…it’s time. I shove two fingers inside her and suck her clit hard.
Her orgasm is immediate, and she clamps over my fingers, squeezes her thighs around my head.
Her moans, her soft sighs…
God…
I move my fingers in and out of her, swirling them, scissoring them, making sure I pay a lot of attention to that soft spot on the anterior.
I wait for the orgasm to subside so I can begin again, but the contractions don’t stop. As I work her, she continues to come.