Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 40(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 40(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
“Paul, please,” I begin but I lose my train of thought as he speeds up his fingers. I get so lost in his touch that I missed the first act and most of the second. I come over and over, I lose track of how many times.
“I love you, Jodi,” he declares. I turn my head so fast to look at him, I hurt my neck for a second.
“I love you too,” I reply without hesitation. It’s crazy fast, but so what. I knew I was his the moment I laid eyes on him. Then he kisses me before pulling his fingers from my pussy. I watch in rapt fascination as he puts his fingers in his mouth.
“You taste like heaven,” he says. I don’t know what to say in response, so I don’t say anything. Everything after that is a blur.
After the show, I applaud with the rest of the audience, but I have no idea what was said or what was so funny. I heard the laughter but not the jokes. Hand in hand, we head out to the car. I kiss him before he puts the car in drive. Once we are on the highway, I reach over and unzip his pants.
“Jodi,” he warns but I ignore him. I pull his hard cock out and stroke it a few times. It’s so big, I don’t know how it ever fit inside of me, but I am glad that it did.
It’s dark out so I have no problem getting on my knees sideways and leaning over the center console. I wrap my lips around the hot head of his cock and suck it lightly. I am not sure what I am doing, but I did “accidentally” watch a porn movie that was left in the VCR last year. I’d like to think I learned something from 1001 Erotic Nights #2: The Forbidden Tales and its very Arabian theme but I’ve never put it to the test. He sucks in a breath above me, so I pull off of him.
“Did I do it wrong?”
“God, no, but you don’t have to do this.”
“Fair is fair, Officer Lochlan,” I say, wrapping my lips around him again. I want to taste him too.
“You are a bad girl, Jodi.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan around his dick.
“Fuck,” he swears, and I hold back a smile. This is a new kind of power. One I have every intention of wielding every chance I get. I feel his dick pulsing faster now. “I’m going to come, sugar. If you don’t want it in your mouth, stop now,” he says but I suck on him harder. “Fuck,” he growls before filling my mouth. I swallow all of him and kiss the head of cock before tucking him back in his pants and zipping them back up. Then I sit back down in my seat. My pussy is wet and uncomfortable. I need him. I can only hope we are almost to his place.
“Yummy,” I say as naughtily as I can.
“You’re going to get it when we get home,” he says.
Thank God.
“Bitchin’ place,” I say, looking around the small space.
“It won’t do for a family, but it’ll do for now,” he says going over to his record player. Family? Is too much to hope he means with me? Is it too soon to even wonder that?
“What are you doing?” I ask, instead of asking him the questions I want to while taking off my heels. Dude, my feet hurt.
“Playing our song,” he says and the sensual drums and maybe a synthesizer of the first few notes fill the room. The song is both impractical and divine.
“Our song?” I ask, swallowing thickly.
“Oh, I think it fits, sugar.”
“Me too,” I say, and I’m swept up in his arms, just as the gospel choir starts singing. I get goosebumps.
A song has never meant so much to me as this one does now. I am so far gone for this man that I’m afraid. Afraid of what my life will be like when he’s not in it anymore.
I push that from my mind as he picks me up and carries me to his bed. He makes love to me for hours and hours. In the wee hours of the morning, I watch as he gets out of bed and gets something out of his dresser drawer. When he comes back, he slides a ring on my finger. Confusion overtakes me for a second.
“Marry me, Jodi. I’ll make you the happiest wife on the planet.”
“Of course, I’ll marry you, Paul.”
It might be fast, but when you know, you know. No amount of time is going to change that. We have the rest of our lives to figure it all out and I can’t wait to climb that mountain with Paul by my side.
Paul
One Year Later
I look down at my wife, who is under me, taking what only I can give her. She meets me thrust for thrust. Her long hair is spilled over the pillows. She looks like a goddess or a queen of the night who knows exactly what she wants and exactly how to get it.