Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Her arms come around my neck, and she lifts onto her tiptoes. Swaying back as if in a trance, she tilts her head, allowing the water to wash over her. I stare in astonishment that this stunning woman is in my arms, that she wants me as much as I desire her. The graceful lines of her neck, the curve of her waist, the bow that caps her top lip, and the softness of her hips. “I was captivated by her beauty erupting all at once,” I whisper, kissing the mounds of her chest and then nip her peaks to watch her react. “It wasn’t one thing in particular that drew me to her. . .” I slide my hands between her thighs and kneel in front of her, quoting a line from my book. The hot water soothes the lingering pain in my muscles, but she makes me forget about it altogether. Looking up, I watch as she takes each breath like it can save her. She looks down at me, and I say, “But all of them that made her up.”
Running her fingers underneath my jaw, she says, “Always my Poet.” Her voice and the feel of her soft touch against the roughness of my scruff, the way her eyes shine like gold in the dimmer light of the shower, it all makes me feel like I’ve won the grand prize. But that exhilaration can’t stick when her love shines down like a beacon in the night, guiding me home.
“Always yours.”
My gaze journeys from that bottom lip being bitten to the awning of dark lashes that try to shadow the sparkle in her eyes and fails. With the weight of her breast in my hand, I massage and am rewarded with another plea for more. “I need you,” she says in a voice already on the cusp of begging. I slide my hand down to her waist, digging my fingers in to hold her still as I find her entrance with my other hand and tease before dipping inside her.
Her breathing is lost to the sound of water raining down on us, her chest rising and falling while her hands are pinned to the cold tile until she drops them to my shoulders and follows through with pressure to keep me there. No way in hell am I going anywhere until she’s coming on my tongue. I lean forward to kiss her before slipping my tongue between her luscious lips. “Oh God.” She releases a jagged breath just as I peer up to catch how the color of her lips has already deepened as they round for me.
I lift her leg and tilt my head to go deeper, my tongue filling her and thrusting as she struggles to stand still. Gliding her back on the wall, she can’t find the leverage she’s seeking to sink down on me. I grab her hips with both hands and fuck her good and proper with my tongue, knowing this gets me closer to the heat of her body’s embrace wrapped around me again.
Her fingers twist through my wet hair, and she tugs while her nails dig into my other shoulder. Anchoring her leg on my shoulder, I lift and lower her onto me several times before teasing her clit. It only takes a nip and flick of my tongue to send her over the finish line.
She pulls at my hair again, my shoulders taking the brunt of her fingertips as they grasp for something to hold on to. Her head falls forward under heaving breaths, and she opens her eyes. A smile, not showy or for display, glides into place. It’s one I only see when we’re in bed and falling asleep, happiness that can’t be hidden inside even when she dreams.
Rolling her fingers around the hair behind my ears, she asks, “Want to get out?”
I hit the faucet and hand her a towel. I roughly dry myself off, appreciating every inch of her as she slides the towel over her body. Twisting it around her head, she takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom with confidence. The Sosie I met has made a full comeback.
She doesn’t hide any part of her body when she climbs onto the bed and invites me to join her with a come-hither motion of her finger. I drop the towel and climb over her, licking the space between her breasts and wedging my knees between her legs. The scrape of her nails over my lower back encourages me to kiss a trail over her chest, along her neck, and higher to nip at her bottom lip before kissing it.
There’s not an ounce of tension in her muscles or hesitation in her eyes. It’s easy to forget that we haven’t been able to do this as much as we’d like. It feels so effortless with her, like we’ll never change or be apart. What plagues us isn’t something to worry about as we find a new path forward. Us against the world.