Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
“Don’t move,” he tells me before walking into the bathroom. I sit up on my elbows and self-consciously look down at my body. Ignoring my soft rolls and imperfections, I discover that I’m covered in tiny bruises and marks from the scruff of his beard. Just looking at it makes me aroused all over again.
He walks back out of the bathroom and comes toward me with a wet wash cloth. I try to take it from him, but he pushes my legs apart and starts cleaning me. A blush fills my face, but I don’t stop him.
He tosses the cloth over into the hamper and then lies down on the bed next to me. I don’t say a word. I don’t even take a breath. I’m trying not to worry or stress out, but I know I’m going to.
He’s lying on his back next to me and he puts his hand on my belly. He draws little circles around my belly button and it isn’t long until I’m giggling and trying to get out of his reach. “Oh, you’re ticklish. I had no idea.”
He mounts me then, tickling all of my exposed body until I’m gasping for breath and my sides are hurting from laughing so hard.
He straightens back out then and lies beside me, tucking my body into his.
I lie in his arms for a minute, and when the silence becomes too much, he finally says something. “You okay?”
I bite my lower lip and, afraid I might cry, I just nod against his chest.
He kisses the top of my head and whispers to me, “Quit worrying. We’re friends no matter what.”
We’re both quiet then and I wish I could ask him what he’s thinking. Before tonight, I would have. Now I can’t. I don’t know if I really want to know what he’s thinking. Is he regretting what just happened?
He said “friends no matter what.” I should never had made that stupid proposition, “friends with benefits.” I should have just told him how I felt.
* * *
Rider
I knew that making love with Willow would change everything. I didn’t even question it. And now that I’ve had one taste of her, there’s no going back. She wants friends with benefits. I want forever.
She’s lying stiffly in my arms and I don’t know what to say to her. I don’t want to push her away, but I also don’t want to act like what just happened between us was nothing. “Quit worrying. We’re friends no matter what,” I whisper against her hair.
And I’m not lying to her, because we will be friends. But I want so much more.
I stroke my hand down her back, trying to calm her but also myself. When she is still rigid in my arms, I tug her further up my body until we’re face to face. Sadness is in her eyes.
“Hey, Willow, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t hurt you for anything. Everything’s going to be okay,” I tell her as I brush the hair back away from her face.
She bites her lip and nods her head at me, but she still doesn’t say anything. Even though I know exactly what I want, I still don’t know what she’s thinking. I could confess my love to her, but I’m afraid that might make it worse.
I decide the best way to handle this is to show her.
Leaning in, I kiss her lightly on the nose, then each cheek before moving to her mouth. She opens to me hesitantly, but it doesn’t sway me. I’m determined to show her how I feel.
I keep kissing her, parting her lips with my tongue. When she moans and grants me entry, I hold nothing back. I devour her mouth with mine and bury my hands into her thick hair, pulling her toward me.
I slide her across my body until she’s on top of me, straddling my pelvis. She grinds her body against mine and I reach between us, sliding my fingers through her swollen, drenched slit. I fist my cock, ready for her, and she knows exactly what I want. She sits up and slides down until she’s impaling herself on my hard shaft. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are tightly closed, with pure satisfaction shining on her face. She’s never looked more beautiful.
But it’s not enough. I reach up and cup the back of her neck, pulling it forward. I need her eyes on me. I need to see her as I fill her with my cum, claiming her.
Her eyes are wide and filled with desire. She rocks her body back and forth, up and down. The feel of being inside her again is almost too much to bear, but having her eyes on me makes it even more intense. Her thrusts get more frantic and she tries to look away, but I don’t let her. I sit up with her still riding me, her breasts heaving against my chest with every movement. The different angle propels us both to a whole new level and she’s bucking against me uncontrollably. Heat surrounds me and I come just as her body starts spasming out of control. I grip her thighs tightly and don’t let her move until I’ve completely filled her up. She falls against me as the last tremor flows through her body. I capture her mouth then, consuming her, still not getting enough. I don’t think I ever will.