Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 140767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
He nods against my forehead, putting his lips to mine to whisper back, “Me too.”
His tongue flicks out to lick across mine, and the taste of tequila on him is markedly better than the stuff that comes straight from the bottle. I moan, and even though I didn’t think it was possible, Remy’s stroke deepens—intensifies.
It’s all I can do to exist now, the more basic functions of my throat and eyes and the speed of my thumping heart giving themselves completely over to the moment.
I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t had sex in so long or if the sex is just that powerful, but the clench of my orgasm is so strong, I swear on all that’s holy I pass out for the briefest of moments.
I, Maria Baros, temporarily left my body and watched over it from above while it absorbed the most pleasure it has ever experienced in this lifetime.
Remy’s groan moments later is an indication that he’s finished the race as well, but I’m ashamed to admit, I don’t have the mental capacity to bear witness to nearly enough detail. I can’t tell you the position of his face or the shift in his eyes or even the parting of his lips. All I can tell you is that I want nothing more than to do it again.
Over and over and over again, if I’m honest.
But I’m merely a passenger on the journey of tonight, and my body’s reached the point of exhaustion. I can’t move or breathe or chat.
All I can do is fall asleep, the feel of Remy still inside me and his weight atop me only the faintest of details. Exhaustion trumps embarrassment; bone-weary trumps boning.
Tomorrow, though, after I’ve slept, I have the distinct feeling I’ll feel differently. Very, very differently.
Remy
At first, I don’t know what wakes me up, but when I look at the clock on the nightstand, I realize it’s nearing three in the morning.
But then, I know exactly why I’m awake. Maria’s naked body is stretched over mine, her eyes lax with sleep, and my cock, well, it feels like he’s harder than he’s ever been.
It’s only been a few hours since I was inside her, since I felt the way she pulsed around me as she gave in to her pleasure, saw the look in her eyes when she came.
But fuck, I feel insane with the need to do it again.
Her hips shift in a way that makes her bare pussy press against my thigh, and it does nothing for my current state of arousal.
I know I shouldn’t wake her up. I know I should let her sleep.
But what I know and what I need are apparently two different things.
“Maria,” I whisper toward her and reach out to brush her hair out of her face.
She stirs a little, and I lean down to press my lips to hers. Gentle at first, I coax her mouth with soft, brushing kisses at the corners. But I’m more than thrilled when her eyes flutter and her lips start to move with mine.
I should probably feel like an asshole, I know, but I can’t find it in me to care about anything else but being with her again.
She moans into my mouth and our kiss deepens, and any inkling of willpower I might have had is shattered like a hammer to glass.
Her eyes are open now, staring directly into mine, and I’m too far gone on this woman to beat around the bush. “I need you,” I tell her. “Fuck, I need to be inside you again.”
“Yes,” she whimpers and grinds herself against my thigh.
I don’t know if it’s the remnants of tequila still running through our veins, but we’re acting on instinct. On raw, pure, unadulterated need.
It’s all I can do to keep some control, to not attack her body with mine and put my mouth and tongue and hands and cock in every fucking place I can find. It’s insanity. It’s consuming. And it’s fucking intense.
I pull her body over mine, and she sits up so that her legs are straddling my hips and her hands are pressed against my chest.
Her dark hair falls forward and her eyes are hooded and her lips are parted, and this is, hands down, the sexiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen in my life. I wish I had it in me to slow it down, to savor each second of this vision, of this perfect fucking view of her on top of me, but I can’t.
I’m shocked I even find it in me to don a condom.
But the name of this game is rush-to-get-inside-her-before-I-fucking-explode, so that’s exactly what I do. No pausing, no uncertainty, I am a man driven by only need.
I fill her up then, driving my hips upward to fill her with my cock inch-by-motherfucking-inch, and fuck me, it feels so good, I have to shut my eyes on a groan for the briefest of moments.