Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Truthfully, Rick and I have been eyeing each other ever since Bailey, Christopher, and their kids went home. We’re more than a little eager for some alone time tonight in the privacy of our bedroom.
“Okay, Mama,” Rose says, and I say a silent thank you for her agreeability. Sometimes she won’t give up until I’ve read her three or four books. I certainly can’t complain because I imagine she’s going to have quite the extensive vocabulary as she gets older. “Will you do a tight tuck-in?” she asks.
“Sure, baby.” I wrap the sheets and blankets tightly around her, poking at them until she’s cocooned like a butterfly. She grins toothily at me to let me know I did a good job.
“Anything else, your majesty?”
“Nope! I am sleepy now,” she says, and yawns to prove it. I comb away her hair with my fingers so that I can kiss her on the forehead.
“Goodnight,” I whisper.
“Goodnight, Mama.”
When I finally get back to the master bedroom, closing the door quietly behind me, Rick gives a low whistle. He looks gorgeous sitting on the bed with his bronze chest bare.
“Only one book tonight? That’s impressive,” my husband grins.
“I think all that running around tuckered her out,” I sigh, climbing onto the mattress beside him.
“Good.” He turns on his side and slowly, tenderly kisses me. “Because I have plans for you tonight.”
“Oh?” Already I feel my heartbeat accelerating, as it always does when he kisses me. Even the most modest peck makes my heart skip a beat. “What kind of plans?”
He responds by pressing his lips to mine again. Our kisses quickly become more fervent, and more frantic. I cling to his shoulders as his hands roam my back, then move to my front. I can’t hold back a soft moan as he passes his hands over my breasts, barely whispering across the peaks. My nipples grow hard even from this gentle stimulation; he tenderly tweaks one of them and I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out.
“Don’t be shy,” he murmurs, smirking at me before he captures my mouth with his again. I moan a little as he cups my heavy breasts with his hands, squeezing them, massaging them, passing his thumbs back and forth over the nipples. When I am pregnant, my already sensitive breasts become even more so; his touch makes me whimper in pleasure, colors bursting behind my closed eyes.
My husband peels off my nightgown, and then, with a torturous slowness, my panties. For a moment, I am paralyzed by self-consciousness. Does he really still find my heavily pregnant body attractive? I feel like a whale sometimes with my huge thighs and enormous belly. But immediately, the awkwardness is gone, replaced by love, as he presses a worshipful kiss to my stomach. “Your curves…” he whispers, skimming them with his hands. “God, you’re the perfect woman.”
“That’s maybe an exaggeration,” I tease, but he presses a finger to my lips, silencing me. Then, he slowly slides down my body, stopping with his face between my thighs. He presses a kiss to one thigh, then the other; he gently bites at one of them, causing my breath to hitch in pleasure. Then, as a low gasp escapes my mouth, he kisses my bare sex. Before long, Rick’s licking in earnest, teasing my clit with his masterful tongue as his arms hook around my quivering thighs.
“Rick,” I murmur as warmth surges through my body. He responds by inserting a finger, and then slowly pumping it in and out as his tongue continues to dance on my clit. The combined sensations make me moan and writhe, my inner walls clenching down on his finger as it penetrates me. After years of making love, he knows exactly what gets me going; already, I feel an orgasm building deep within my core, threatening to explode at any moment.
“Rick,” I whimper this time, the vowel elongated as I desperately grasp at my climax. At the last minute, just before the feeling threatens to overwhelm me, he removes both his tongue and his finger, grinning wickedly at me. My mouth pops open in surprise and disappointment, but any negative feelings disappear as he pulls off his sweatpants and boxers. His gorgeous cock is rock-hard just from pleasuring me, and I take it in my hand, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
Rick growls, “You’re going to come while I’m inside of you,” and I nod quickly, obediently, desperate for him to fill me.
The desperation doesn’t last long. I groan in bliss as he eases his cock inside of my very wet sex, then begins fucking me in long, luxurious strokes. I cling to him tightly as he kisses me, our tongues flickering together as I moan into his mouth. He feels so good inside, so amazing that I almost whimper every time he pulls out of me, only to be gloriously filled again half a heartbeat later.