Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Finally, he pulled me up gently by the chin and guided me to lie down on the bed. I went to scoot back, expecting him to join me, but he held my legs where they were, not letting me move. Then he knelt to his knees, and I gasped. His hot breath on my thighs was enough to make me quiver and shake. He slid his tongue along it until he got to the crook of my thigh and hips and then repeated the motion on the other leg.
He was taking his time, worshiping my body as I had done his. Even more so since I hadn’t had the patience to wait. Alex was exerting control, and I was putty in his hands. His tongue swept through my folds and found my clit. I shouted out as he swirled his tongue around it. A finger slid inside me, and I grasped at the bedsheets as he brushed his fingertip along the upper wall.
Flicking at my clit with his tongue and then slathering it with his attention while his finger fucked me, I felt myself losing control, and I suddenly fell, screaming, into a high-pitched climax. The orgasm took me by surprise in its suddenness and intensity, and I bucked, squeezing my thighs around his ears and shaking until he stood up.
My body was still tingling, my breath racing when he plowed into my waiting, open pussy. His cock was huge and stretched me as he drove deep inside me. I was dizzy with an overwhelming climax that seemed to have no peak, only climbing higher and higher as he slammed into me over and over. The line between pain and pleasure was at first blurred, and then the pain faded and became the most intense pleasure I had ever felt.
I could feel my toes curling as I tried to gain some measure of control to no avail. The rocking, crashing waves of climax were rolling over me with no end. Alex stood on the floor, one hand on my hips, holding me in place as he slammed into me, his other hand under my neck, cradling the base of my skull so I was angled up enough to look at him. Our eyes focused on each other for an intense moment, and then I watched as he trailed down my body.
I followed his gaze to where his cock was sliding in and out of me at a rapid pace. Sweat beaded on his chest as he thrust with increasing desperation. The waves of climax were only climbing higher, and I could hear my voice, as if it were coming from far away, rising with each time he drove deep in me. Suddenly, his voice joined mine, and with one long roar that felt like it shook my very spine, he came, exploding with such force that my body shook, and I tipped over the edge of a climax I couldn’t control.
He collapsed into me, and we scooted to the pillows so we could curl up in the blankets. I felt loose and sated in a way I never had before.
“You should stay here tonight,” I cooed.
He grinned and snuggled me tightly to him, one hand falling over my ribs as I pressed my back into his chest, and settled on my breast, cupping it.
As I drifted off to sleep, I smiled at the thought that we would both need a shower in the morning. For now, I didn’t want to move though. Not for a long time.
CHAPTER 22
ALEX
I tried to get out of the bed without waking Camilla, covering her up again with the blanket and pushing a pillow into her back to seem like I was still there. I didn’t want to trick her, but I didn’t want her to shuffle awake before I had some breakfast ready for her. I figured it was only right since she hosted and all.
I slipped on my boxers and my socks and made my way into her kitchen. She had mugs hanging beside the stove, which was a good sign, and I grabbed two, looking for the coffee maker. I couldn’t find any, anywhere, which baffled me. What kind of person didn’t drink coffee?
A teapot was nearby, however, and a drawer produced a myriad of tea bags, so I grabbed a few and started the tea. Normally, I wouldn’t even think about starting my day without coffee, but I wondered if she just was one of those strange people who didn’t need their feel-good bean juice in the morning.
Weird.
The toaster was nearby, and I found the bread rack without much fuss, but just as I got the bread open, I saw the door of the bedroom open, and Camilla came out, wearing a long T-shirt that just barely passed her ass. It was incredibly sexy, but I tried to avert my eyes. We needed something on our stomach if we were going to have round two. Or three. I couldn’t fully remember if round two happened in the middle of the night or if I had dreamed it. Either way, another round would need some sustenance first.