Free Ten Days of Perfect by Andrea Randall

his speed and pressure. I braced myself on my headboard as I arched my back .
    “Bo,” I panted as my breath ran out of control.
    He slowed for a minute, studying my face carefully.
    “No. Don’t stop.” I hitched my knees up as I spoke, forcing him deeper in to me.
    “Ahh . . . Ember, Jesus!” He cried out in ecstasy as sweat rained from his forehead, splashing gratuitously across my breasts.
    We resumed our rhythm, and our rise to perfection. H e offered all of himself as he
    kissed my neck and chest. He slowed almost to a stop, forcing me to open my eyes; when I did, I saw him staring back at me. His pupils swallowed my form as they worked over me and spoke with ocean blue words. His regard pulled me out from inside myself. He seemed to drink me in - it was invigorating.
    Oh my God. November, you love him.
    My climax began its swell from deep in my body; I released the headboard and dug my hands into his tight back once more. His pace resumed, and I kept my hips moving beneath him until I felt all the muscles tense across his rock hard torso. He was close. I sat up, and with skillful expertise I rolled him beneath me. The surprised look on his face nearly sent me over the edge, but I maintained my grip on reality. I clasped his wrists above his head and slowly rode him as my tongue hunted through his mouth. I carried his hands to my hips and he responded dutifully, guiding me up and down. His fingers buried into my hips as he moved me faster. I wanted to bring him there. I drew my knees out as far as they would go, forcing him as deep inside me as he could be. I was there.
    “Bowan!” I wailed as my insides tightened around him.
    “Oh my god, Ember, I’m… ahh .” He heaved beneath me.
    My climax carried on to a foreign destination as I leaned back. Bo placed his hands on the front of my thighs, quickening his hips beneath me.  He flipped me onto my back, and in another minute he was pulsing throug h me with audible satisfaction.
    He carefully slid out of me and drew his forehead down my body as his heart jumped t hrough his chest.
    “Fuck,” he said in to my stomach, “I’ve never felt . . . ”
    “Yea,” I tried t o catch my breath, “me either.”
    You love him. You are holy-shit in love with him.

 
Chapter Seven
     
    I’d slept so heavy, that the sunlight blazing through my window at 6:45am startled me. Did I really sleep through the whole night, naked, with Bo in my bed? Or, worse, had I dreamt it all?
    I jumped up and took inventory of my surroundings. Bo’s shoes were tucked under my bedside stand, and his jeans lay on the floor where I’d tossed them. I paused for a moment and breathed in the memory. Never had anyone looked at me with so much intention, or given me so much attention . My body held more memories. I felt him from head to toe; I had never felt this way before. Words I swore I wouldn’t use carelessly again - not since Adrian - pushed against my gated teeth. Despite their silence, their presence tore through my veins. It was all too heavy to evaluate at such an early hour.
    A clink of glass in my kitchen startled me back to reality and I suddenly smelled coffee. I hustled over to my dresser and threw on an oversized t-shirt. I was about to head out of the bedroom, when I heard feet cautiously approaching my room. I gasped internally as he entered my room. Morning did him justice; his “morning after” hair was a perfect mess of wild ebony set against his light skin, and he wore only his boxer briefs. It wa s the only cup o’ Joe I needed.
    “Did I wake you?” He seemed sta rtled to see me standing there.
    “No, not at all. For a minute, I thought you’d left.” I swayed back to the bed and hitched myself against the headboard , drawing my knees to my chest.
    “What made you think I’d leave?” He flashed concern as he handed me a warm mug of coffee.
    “I’m just surprised I slept so heavily. I’m glad you didn’t leave. How’d you know how to fix my