Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Did he fuck up? He remembered hearing something about Black women not liking their hair touched. He figured any woman, no matter who, wouldn’t like to be touched by a stranger, but someone they were having sex with? He wasn’t sure…
“Nox…”
“Sorry.”
She pressed her silky soft cheek to his. “No, don’t apologize… I want you to be yourself and to do what comes naturally. I’ll tell you if you step over a line.”
He had no doubt she would, but… “I don’t want to fuck up.”
“If you do, you’ll learn from it and do better next time.”
Next time… He liked the sound of that. “It’s okay, then? You’re okay?”
“I’m good. And so are you.”
“Good,” he murmured and used her hair to tug her head back and expose her arched throat. A vulnerable area that called to him.
He pressed his lips to the hollow at the base before working his way higher, nibbling lightly along her taut skin. Her groan vibrated his lips as he went. He drew his mouth under her chin and along her jawline. He did not release her hair even after he captured her mouth again…
Chapter Twenty-Three
Nox couldn’t get enough of her mouth. Her smooth skin. The way her pussy fit his cock perfectly.
Her strength was impressive as she kept her word about not putting her weight on him or the chair, even when she lowered herself until he filled her completely and she circled her hips, driving his cock deep, before rising again. All the while, she kept their lips connected as they played tongue tag.
He lost track of time in their little cocoon. He assumed it was the same for her.
Neither had an urge to rush. Instead, they used those moments to appreciate one another. To appreciate their unexpected connection.
Despite this location not being the most ideal for what they were doing, it was a hell of a lot better than in her bedroom the other day when he was struggling to wrap his head around the idea of having sex with a woman other than his wife.
On Friday, he had flip-flopped back and forth. Questioned himself. Felt guilty. Unsure if he should even be doing what he was doing.
But he powered through it and Liyah was the perfect, patient woman to help him break through that mental block.
Tonight, though… The difference was clear. He wanted this. He could fully appreciate the woman riding his cock.
Not only for helping him, but for her simply being who she is.
It all made him realize it was time to take back control of his life. To return to living it the way it was meant to be lived. Because Liyah had been right...
Jackie wouldn’t want him to continue wallowing in his grief. The same as he wouldn’t have wanted her to, either.
Prior to Liyah, he couldn’t even see a blip of light at the end of the long, dark tunnel. Now he could.
It might not be a blinding spotlight, but it was there… Flickering. Encouraging. Allowing him to see enough so he could make his way further through that narrow tunnel.
The end was finally in sight. It might not be perfectly clear, but it was visible. It gave him hope. Whereas before, he had none at all.
He thought his life was over the day he found Jackie.
He had been wrong. And for once, he was okay with being wrong.
Now he was more than okay with what was happening in that closet and with whom it was happening.
His therapist would be fucking thrilled with this news. If he shared it.
When Liyah’s thighs began to quiver and her fingers drove deeper into his flesh, it yanked him out of his head. He figured she was either getting weary from her workout or getting close to coming.
He hoped it was the second, otherwise they’d have to ditch the chair and come up with another solution and he certainly wasn’t putting his bare ass on the floor.
He pulled his lips from hers. “You’re shaking.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Are you going to come?”
“Soon.”
Good. “What do you need to get there?”
“Just you.”
You have me, whispered through his head.
He drove one hand between them, finding her sensitive clit, and with the other, he swept his thumb back and forth over the curve of her breast, even though he wasn’t sure how much she could feel over her bra and blouse.
They really needed to do this again while fully naked. He wanted to see all of her.
He wanted to explore every damn inch.
He also wanted to taste her completely. Sucking his fingers clean the other day had only been an appetizer. He was ready to dive in and enjoy the rest of the meal.
He was fucking hungry. For her. For more of this.
For the unexplainable connection they had.
In truth, he didn’t need an explanation. He didn’t need to know why. He only needed to accept what he didn’t understand.