Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
She smiles, though her mouth trembles a little around the edges. “You’re making it very difficult to protect my heart right now.”
You don’t have to protect your heart from me.
I don’t say the words.
I run my hands up her thighs and press them wide. Her eyes slide half-shut as I grab a condom and rip open the package. It’s quick work to get it on, but I make myself go slower than normal, ensuring it’s properly done. This close to paradise, I’m determined to do nothing to taint the experience.
Now that the moment is here, it feels surreal. I prop myself up with a hand on the bed at her side to brace myself and press my cock into her. We both moan as I work into her in slow, shallow strokes. She wraps her thighs around my hips, urging me deeper. “More. Give me more.”
“Impatient.”
“For you? Always.”
Kissing her is the most natural thing in the world. I can’t believe I’ve spent the last five years not kissing Cassandra Gataki. She kisses me like she’ll never get enough, like she wants to imprint this experience on her memory with the same intensity that I do.
It takes me a moment to gather my wits about me, to smother my instinct to drive into her as deeply as possible. She told me what she wants, and I’ll be damned before I give her anything less than perfection.
I begin to move inside her slowly, but each stroke frays my ability to think, to plan. It feels too good to have her in my arms, her ankles locked at the small of my back. I lose myself a little more with each wave of pleasure that rises.
Time ceases to have meaning. There is only Cassandra. Her little helpless sounds. Her body moving against mine in a rhythm as old as time itself. Her eyes glazed with pleasure and yet focusing on me with an intensity that strikes right to my core.
Don’t leave.
I love you.
Words I will never say.
I can only show her with my mouth, my hands, my cock. In this moment, everything I am is devoted to her pleasure. I change my angle so I can reach between our bodies to stroke her clit. Cassandra cries out. “More.”
“Anything for you.” The words have too much intensity, too much truth, but there’s no recalling them now. I keep up the exact touch she seems to find the most pleasing and watch as she comes apart beneath me. I will never get enough of the moment of total surrender when she orgasms. The trust she places in me is staggering. I’ll do everything I can to ensure she never regrets it.
I slow down, giving her time to come back to herself, giving myself time to wrestle back from the brink. She blinks up at me, dark eyes wide. “I want to touch you.” I hesitate, but she presses harder. “Apollo, please.”
Again, I can deny her nothing. The truth is that I want her hands on me and desperately. I nod jerkily. “Yes.” I fumble for the rope binding her wrists, finally getting it loose with a curse that makes her laugh.
The first thing Cassandra does is cup my face in her hands and tug me down for a devastating kiss. Everything falls away. This time, when I move inside her, it’s with less control. It feels too good. She feels too good. She shifts one hand into my hair and coasts the other down my back to grab a fistful of my ass.
Just like that, my control snaps. I drive into her, needing to be deeper, needing to take her harder, simply needing. She cries out against my lips. Too soon. It’s too soon, but neither of our bodies seem to care. Cassandra orgasms, her pussy clenching around me.
Words spill from me, drawn forth by sheer need. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.” I bury my face against her throat as I come. My body keeps moving even as my mind shorts out, grinding into her and making both of us moan.
Slowly, oh so slowly, the racing heartbeat in my ears starts to recede. I become aware of Cassandra tracing abstract patterns over my back. It feels good. Really good.
Still, there’s the condom to consider.
I groan and start to shift away. She, naturally, responds by tightening her legs around my waist. “Just a little longer.”
It’s tempting to give in, but the longer we stay like this, the more likely for the condom to not work the way it was designed. I lean back enough to kiss her. “I’ll be right back.”
It’s far more difficult than it has a right to be to leave her in bed and duck into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I take a few seconds to clean up and hurry back into the bedroom, half-sure that the moment will have passed.