Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“Oh,” she gasped when I eased inside her again.
My body screamed at me to thrust, to move hard and fast and not stop until my release, but I ignored the pounding need. Chelsea and I were enjoying this too much for it to be over so quickly.
But when I established my tempo, I knew I was fighting a losing battle.
She writhed beneath me, clawing and scratching like a wild thing, and I matched her frenzied state. It seemed right in this environment. What we were doing was older than the castle that loomed nearby.
Both of us were breathing hard, and despite the cold, sweat slicked my skin. Every thrust I gave made her breasts undulate, and the image was so sexy, I had to shift my gaze away. Except seeing my dick glide in and out of her was even sexier. Then I glanced up at her face to see her eyes were closed and pleasure twisted her expression.
Fuck.
There was nowhere I could look that gave me relief. Nowhere that didn’t increase the pounding of my heart or make the fire in my veins burn hotter. So I lifted her legs and pushed her knees toward her torso.
I said urgently, “Hug your legs to your chest.”
Her eyes burst open at my command, but she complied, crossing her arms under her knees. It exposed her slit to me, along with the button of flesh my thumb could rub once I placed one hand across the back of her thigh.
“Oh, my God,” she groaned.
The pad of my thumb spun tiny circles on her sensitive flesh as I intensified my thrusts. We were racing again, only this time I needed her to win.
Electricity built at the base of my spine. Everything closed in, tunneling, but I tried to resist. I kept up my furious pace and continued to flick my thumb over her clit, ignoring how my body clamored for release.
The muscles in her forearms tensed and strained, and the tremble in her legs became more pronounced. I focused on her like a finish line. Get there, I urged in my head, encouraging her.
A moan ripped from her chest at the same time as she let go of her legs, and her back bowed off the wall. One hand fisted the coat beneath her as the other shot down to push my fingers away.
Because she was coming, and my touch was too much for her overly sensitive clit.
The pulsing grip of her body was unmistakable, and if I’d been able, I would have slowed down to better enjoy the sensation. But that wasn’t possible. Her orgasm pulled the trigger on mine, and the pleasure that hit me was so strong, it nearly knocked me from my feet.
I groaned as I came, my thrusts going erratic and then slowing to a stop. White-hot heat coursed through me followed instantly by cold, and the juxtaposition of it made everything tingle in its wake.
It took her less time to recover, but Chelsea seemed content to stay as she was. Her hands stroked lovingly up and down my arms while my heart rate began to decelerate, and once I’d caught my breath, I leaned down to kiss her.
She met me halfway, curling a hand behind my neck.
Our kiss was languid and sensual, sparking something inside me. Whatever we had, it was more than just lust. Because I was still inside her, and I wanted more. I wanted . . . fuck, I didn’t know.
Everything.
When the kiss ended, I retreated, pulled the sides of my jeans and underwear up, and grabbed my phone to light my way. “I’ll be back in a second.”
My legs were still shaking as I walked out of the perimeter of the gashouse and strode toward the picnic area. I took off the condom and tossed it in the bin then hurried back to her.
She was gorgeous, and I loved looking at her, but it was too cold to stay naked, especially now that our bodies were cooling off. She must’ve had a similar thought because she was already fastening her bra when I approached.
It took me less time to get dressed than her, so while she put on her skirt, I grabbed her sweater and brushed the loose leaves from it, readying it for her. We didn’t speak as she finished putting everything back in place, but she gave me a sexy smile after she slipped her sweater over her head.
She didn’t argue this time when I put my sports coat around her shoulders. Instead, she slipped her arms into the sleeves and hugged herself, like she enjoyed the feel of my clothes on her body.
The wind blew again, and this gust was strong enough that we exchanged a look. We couldn’t stay here. Plus, it was late. I glanced at the screen of my phone, and it was nearly five in the morning. How did everyone who worked at Void stay up this late every night?