Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I jolt, figuring it's just one more shock to my system as if my body is punishing me for drifting to sleep like it has been doing all night, but then I feel the warm breath and even warmer skin pressed to my body.
Soft kisses trail up my rib cage, and I can't help the groan that leaves my lips.
It's heaven, and as tired as I am, I'm struggling to determine if this is just an incredibly great dream or if somehow my reality is better than I could ever imagine.
"Are you awake?" she asks, her breath warm on my abdomen.
"Yeah, baby," I manage. "I'm awake."
I lift the blanket, finding her pretty eyes pointing up at me, a sleepy smile on her beautiful face.
"Is this okay?" she asks, lowering her mouth and nipping at my skin before turning her eyes back up at me again.
"I don't want you to feel like we have to do anything like this, Morgan."
"This is exactly what I want to do," she whispers. "I want to forget yesterday ever happened."
"But it did happen," I clarify, not wanting her to do something because she thinks it will make her forget, only to regret it when it's over.
She rests her chin on her hands as she continues to look up at me.
"I don't want him to control our lives," she says, her throat working on a swallow. "I don't want what he has done to us to make us lose momentum, not the fake text messages, not the shit that went down yesterday. None of it. I want this because I want you, not because I'm trying to create an escape in my head from the memories."
"I don't want you to regret being with me," I murmur. "I don't want to give you what you think you want and then freak out. I don't want to put a wedge between us because we move too fast, and you're not ready."
"Are you ready?"
I search her eyes before answering, and although I know there are shadows in her mind that will come to the surface eventually, I don't see a sign of that darkness right now. If there were any hint that this was going to backfire on us and cause us problems later on, I would pump the brakes right now.
"I've been ready," I assure her.
Her eyes dart back and forth as if she is also trying to make sure that we're on the exact same page before moving forward, and God help me, her lip twitches a second before her lips spread into a wide smile.
Instead of rising closer and pressing her lips to mine, she moves south, her lips pressing to my skin a second before she nips and bites on her way down to my cock.
Using my left hand, I hold the blanket up so I can watch every single move she makes, and the second she pulls my boxer briefs away from my skin, I realize I have to formulate a plan. Coming in ten seconds wouldn't impress anyone.
I tilt my head up, letting the blanket fall around her, and just live in the sensation as she runs her tongue up the length of me from root to tip. A full-body shiver runs through me, and her light laughter at my response to her mouth is the final piece of the puzzle that slides into place, letting me know that we're both in the right headspace for what's happening.
"Morgan," I moan, my toes curling when she wraps her lips around the head of my cock and sucks.
Gripping the blanket at my hips does nothing to stave off the urge to just get lost in the gift she's giving me, but I can't seem to put a stop to it.
Calculations run through my head, my mind trying to determine if I come down her throat right now and if I'll have enough recovery time while pleasing her body with my own mouth in order to make love to her after.
My eyes flutter open, and although I can't see what she's doing, I can watch her head move up and down under the blanket with that heaven-sent suction around my cock as she works me over. It's the most perfect thing I've ever felt in my life, and although I know it will, I never want it to end.
I resist the urge to reach under the cover and tangle my fist in her hair because truly the woman doesn't need an ounce of guidance.
When she cups my sack with one hand, using her other to grip the part of my shaft that she can't take into her mouth, every muscle in my body flexes, preparing for an explosive orgasm.
Then she's just gone. Her mouth is no longer on my cock, her hands no longer working me over.