Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
My fingers reach for the sides of my knickers and push them down my thighs, revealing myself in my entirety to him.
And I wait.
And wait.
I wait so long for him to make his move, wondering where my mind has gone. It’s lost, fallen into a pit of recklessness. All I can do is admire what’s before me.
‘Ever experienced this before?’ he asks quietly. ‘The chemistry, the need?’
‘No.’ My answer is easy and it’s the truth.
‘Me neither.’ He steps forward and cages me against the window, picking up on the crazy, passionate kiss he started in the street and continued in the lift. My mind swims with pleasure.
He’s naked. I’m naked. We’re touching everywhere that two people can touch, his erection wedged against my lower stomach, pulsing in time with my body. He moans around my lips, his hands sliding down to my bum and onto my thighs, squeezing constantly. I lock his wide shoulders in my arms and let him at me.
A swift tug hauls me up to his waist on a whimper, his cock poised and ready to enter me. The glass behind me is becoming slippery, my back sliding across the smooth surface as a result of my dampening skin.
‘Open up to me,’ he orders, feeling the constriction of my thighs.
Without a moment’s thought I relax, letting him hold me against the window with his body. ‘Condom,’ I breathe into his mouth, managing to locate a shred of sense through my hunger.
‘I don’t have one.’ He continues to kiss me, and my heart sinks. ‘Jesus, this wasn’t part of my plan for this evening, Annie,’ he declares. ‘You?’
I lap my tongue around his, digging my nails into his shoulders. ‘I don’t have one. We should stop.’
‘Are you on the pill?’
‘Yes, but that doesn’t make this right.’ I continue to kiss him, speaking into his mouth. ‘We should stop.’
‘I know.’ He takes my hands from his shoulders and pushes them up the glass, releasing my mouth briefly to bite my lip before plunging his tongue deep again, exploring far and wide. ‘We need to stop.’
‘We do,’ I confirm through my pleasure, letting him thread his fingers with mine above my head, his lips kissing their way across my cheek and into my neck.
‘Tell me to stop,’ he demands weakly and with zero conviction, sucking and biting at my flesh.
‘Oh God!’ I breathe, slamming my head against the glass behind me, my thighs tightening around his waist again. ‘Jack, you need to stop.’
‘I will. You want me to?’
‘No!’
He swivels his hips and enters me on a ragged shout of satisfaction, his teeth clamped lightly around the flesh of my neck. My whole world explodes into a haze of powerful pleasure as I scream to the ceiling, a long, despairing, satisfied scream. He’s still now, but breathing erratically, his long, thick length fully inside of me. The fullness twists my mind, warmth fills my veins and boils my bloodstream, and the rightness prevents me from fighting him off. His grip on my hands above my head is now solid and my legs are wrapped around him like ivy.
‘My heart is hammering,’ he confesses, his hips shaking with the strain to keep still. ‘It’s beating so fucking hard, and it feels so fucking good. Where did you come from, Annie?’
I’d ask him the same question if it wasn’t for my inability to talk. So I push my face into his instead, closing my eyes and relishing the feel of our bodies connected so completely.
Strangers.
Two complete strangers. It defies reason that our joining could be this intoxicating. This whole situation defies me. Taking my chin to my shoulder, I look behind me, out of the window. The city below is alive with lights, people going about their business. And I’m up high above them all, pinned against this window with a stranger’s cock buried inside me.
‘Are you okay?’ His soft question prompts me to ask myself the very same thing, because I think the mind I’ve lost has gone forever.
And I’m totally okay with it.
I grind down in answer, making him jerk on a whimper. So I go again, building up the friction as much as I can without Jack moving.
‘Jesus,’ he mumbles, dragging his face from my neck.
His grey eyes land on me. Sparks erupt. More desire floods me. My world starts to spin out of control. He watches me as he draws back, slow, sure and careful, and when he pauses, only the tip of his cock inside me, I pull in breath and hold it, bracing myself.
He pounds forward, and I cry out. Jack grunts and the momentum is set – no more waiting, no more conscience, no more doubts. He thrusts hard, hitting me again and again, adding the odd deep grind here and there so as to never let me guess what’s coming next. My cries of pleasure are on a loop, our sweat is mingling, and his hands around mine are locked tightly, keeping my arms ramrod straight above my head. It’s insane. It’s crazy, raw, carnal fucking, and it’s making me wonder amid the intoxicating feelings if one night of this passion and these feelings will be enough. I’m vehemently holding back, not wanting this to end just yet. I can only hope Jack feels the same.