Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Laughing, Reed bends down and rubs his nose against mine. “Because I want to go home to visit my family, and I’d like you to come with me.”
I blink at him, trying to process the myriad of emotions running through me. This is legitimate big time. Meeting his parents.
“Okay,” I breathe out with what I’m sure is a dopey look on my face based on how I’m feeling inside. “I’d love to.”
“And then we’ll head over to California and visit yours,” he continues.
“Wow,” I say softly as I release my hold on his hand. “This is it, huh?”
“The start of something unbelievably fantastic?”
“Oh yeah,” I agree before pulling his face down to mine. We kiss and forget about talking anymore.
Reed’s hand goes back to work on me, my clit so sensitized that within moments he has me arching and crying out my release.
“Fucking beautiful,” he mutters as he takes himself in hand and lines up the head of his cock with my opening. I can feel the warmth of it as he pushes against me, and I hold my breath as he starts to slide into me.
“You good?” he asks.
“Be better once you’re all the way in,” I pant as he stretches me oh so good.
“No condom, Josie,” he points out through gritted teeth.
“Noticed that,” I stammer.
Reed punches his hips forward and I’m filled to capacity. He drops his forehead and rests it against mine for a moment. His chest is rising and falling as it presses against mine, and I can feel his body trembling. I can feel the emotion swirling around us, between us, and I fall more in love with him in this moment.
As if summoning strength to move, Reed slowly pushes up so he’s staring down at me, tentatively rotating his hips.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he growls.
“God, doesn’t it, though?” I moan.
“I love you, Josie,” he says so earnestly and with so much devotion in his eyes that for a moment I can’t breathe.
“You’re it for me, Reed,” I whisper. “The love I was supposed to wait for.”
That’s all he needs to hear and he starts to move inside of me. It’s beautiful and filling and magical. There’s no hardness or softness to his movements.
No particular cadence.
No metaphorical rhyme or physical reason why it feels so good.
It’s just…love.
Different from anything I’ve ever felt before.
More right than anything I could ever imagine.