Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 159208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
I’m just glad when it’s over and I finally get to have my wife alone.
Three Days Later
We sit on the patio together, exhausted after two sleepless nights wearing each other out and then the world’s longest flight.
Damn if it isn’t worth it, though.
Crystal blue water washes over our feet, ripples back, and repeats.
“I’ve never seen water so blue,” she whispers with awe.
“The Maldives is a special place. I’ll show you around tomorrow. You’re going to love it,” I say, smiling because it’s only my third time here.
“I’m sure I will.” She yawns, covering her mouth with one hand as she stands. “I’m going to go get ready for bed.”
I stand and draw her to me. “I’ll be inside soon.”
I kiss her cheek and then her lips, tugging her close.
“I love you,” she says with a parting squeeze.
Nevermore heads in while I linger outside, watching the waves swirl like they’re carrying away the last of our old lives.
Good fucking riddance.
I glance down at the simple solid gold band on my finger and grin.
Until I met this blond pixie, I never thought marriage was for me.
Now, I don’t want to know what my life would be without the other half of my soul.
The waves must hold my attention longer than I think with a lukewarm beer in my hand, because the next thing I know, a soft voice behind me says, “Lincoln.”
I look over my shoulder.
My wife stands in the doorway, wearing nothing but a soft blue bathrobe that barely covers her chest. She’s left it loose deliberately. There’s a body made for sin that’s ready for me, and I’m already aching.
I swallow the last dregs of my beer, stand, and draw her to me at the door.
My lips find hers like starving wolves.
She slides her tongue in my mouth, just as eager, her earlier tiredness gone.
I fall into the kiss, sucking and stroking, reminding us both that this is real.
This is mine.
This is us.
Dakota moans, thick and honey-sweet, without breaking the kiss.
When her leg goes around me, I move my hands under her ass and lift her.
Our bodies align perfectly.
Tongue to tongue, chest to chest, her all malleable softness while I’m so fucking hard I think I have a lethal weapon attached to my body.
With a growl caught in my throat, I throw her down on the bed.
She giggles as I tear her robe shell loose, hurling it to the floor, baring her like the delicate flower she is.
This may technically be the third day we’ve fucked since saying our vows.
I don’t care.
With this woman, every time is just as electric as the first time, and as soulful as the last.
She looks up, her eyes wide, yanking my swim trunks away.
Once I’m free, she traces my shaft with one finger, gliding it up my length in a slow, teasing stroke.
“Fuck,” I grind out, capturing her eyes.
She draws a gentle circle around my throbbing head, looking up with a devilish smile.
There goes my last thread of control.
My mouth meets her as I rear up, climbing on top of her, my throat like sandpaper as I flick the head of my cock at her entrance.
My erection coats itself in her wetness and smacks her clit.
Goddamn, do I love that little pleasure sigh that always falls out of her.
She winds her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss with a hot moan against my tongue.
Her other hand rests above my bare ass.
Her knees come up and she arches under me.
The woman is a human radiator, burning for my fullness. I’m happy to oblige.
I break our kiss, releasing a slow breath as I sink into her.
Her arms clasp my neck and she kisses my chin, shuddering under me.
With a silent look that’s all fire, I drive in, bottoming out with my balls on her ass, claiming every last inch of her.
Our breaths come harder.
We’re melded together, deliriously still, connected for God only knows how long.
I don’t need more. I don’t dare ask.
How could I when I’m living in heaven?
I lower my head closer to her ear.
“I love you, Mrs. Burns.” A laugh falls out of me. I’ll never, ever get sick of calling her that.
“Show me how much,” she whispers back, drawing my thumb into her mouth and sucking it.
Fuck.
I’m thrusting like a madman by the time her fingers rake through my hair, tugging, each moan falling out of her louder than the last.
Our bodies go to war, giving and taking, seething and sweating and pulsing in happy chaos. My hips crash down on hers with a mind of their own.
I’m famished, and so is she, her little body twisting under me as my pubic bone drags friction against her clit.
Her pussy clenches like a second mouth, dragging me to madness, begging me to come with her with an illusion of choice.
I couldn’t hold back to save my life.