Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
My hands work their way up her body until I feel the tiny metal zipper between my fingers. I slowly pull it down her back and the material grows lose around her body until it drops down to the ground, leaving Tora standing before me in nothing but a pair of heels and a white lacey thong, showing off the perfect curves of her toned ass and legs.
I can’t help but touch as my eyes roam over my new wife. Her skin is chilled from wearing a damp dress for most of the night which has me desperate to warm her.
Tora looks back over her shoulder and I can’t resist kissing it. I kiss her there once, then twice. I take hold of her waist and kiss her a third time as she steps out of her heels.
She turns in my arms and slides her hands up my chest and over my shoulders, pushing my suit jacket off as she goes. I reluctantly remove my hands from her waist to allow the jacket to drop to the floor, but the second it’s gone, they’re right back on her skin, spreading as far as they can go and claiming as much of her skin as possible.
Tora doesn’t skip a beat before she starts working the buttons of my shirt, releasing them one by one. As she moves down my stomach, her eyes begin roaming over my chest and when she gets to the bottom and pushes the fabric down my arms, her hands quickly return, needing to touch me just as badly as I need my hands on her.
As she takes my belt buckle, I hook my thumbs into the sides of her thong, desperate to tear it from her body, but I know she will want to hang onto this one, after all, it’s not just any white thong, this is her wedding thong.
I slide the fabric over her plump ass and down her legs before letting it fall to the ground amongst her wedding dress.
With just the moonlight shining in through the window, Tora looks like a fucking angel and I know that if she were to walk out this door right now, I would crumple to the ground and surely die. She’s just that beautiful. I don’t know how I ever deserved her, especially after the way I treated her when we were younger, but I swear, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to her.
Tora frees my belt and the second I step out of my pants, I lift her off the ground and take her to bed where I’m sure we’ll stay until the late hours of the morning.
As I lay her down on the bed, our lips come together and we finally give in to those desires that have been pulsing through us for way too long.
Her hands roam over my back as mine explores the beautiful curves of her sexy body, and just when I think I can’t resist her a second longer, she opens up to me and allows me to push up into her, satisfying that constant craving to love her.
Our hands meet before our fingers weave through one another’s and clutch on with everything we’ve got.
Tora throws her head back and gasps for breath while showing off that long column of her beautiful neck. Her perfect breasts bounce as I rock into her and before we know it, our bodies are growing sweaty with the endless, passionate movements.
Our bodies move faster as we work our way up to what I know will be an explosive ending. I give her what she needs. I touch her how she likes. I kiss her where I know sets her off.
Her walls start to clench around me as her nails begin to dig into the skin of my back. “Nate,” she gasps.
“I know, babe,” I tell her. “I’m right there with you.”
She holds on tighter, burying her face into the crook of my neck, wanting this moment to last forever as I continue moving in and out, touching her, kissing her, loving her.
With one more touch, her body let’s go. She spasms around me, giving me that final touch that I need to pour myself into her. Tora’s lips find mine, but I don’t dare stop moving, letting her ride out her orgasm until her body finally relaxes.
“Holy shit,” she breathes into me as I drop my head into the delicate curve of her neck.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and inhale the beautiful scent of her skin, knowing she’s wearing the perfume I gave her last year. “I love that smell,” I tell her.
Tora’s nails run up and down my back and pause at my comment. “The smell of sex?” she questions.
“No,” I chuckle, though she’s not wrong. I love that too. “I meant you. You’re wearing your perfume.”