Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“I have something else you want.” I lave my way up her neck and nip at her lobe.
“What?”
“Not so fast.” I pluck at one of her nipples and slow my strokes to a snail’s pace. “I need something from you first.”
“Tell me,” she breathes.
“Ah, ah, ah. Be a good girl and come for me. Then I’ll tell you.” I settle my thumb on her clit.
“Nathan…”
God, I love unraveling my wife. “Look at me. Give your pleasure to me.”
With a shaky nod, she meets my stare, opening the windows of her soul to me. I watch as I dismantle her, her body revealing its need one blissful reaction at a time. Her breathing turns choppy. Her cheeks glow red and her hips undulate. Then the moans begin. She bites her lip. The gasp she can’t quite keep in follows. When she tries to throw her arms around me, I gather her wrists in one hand and pin them to the mattress. If the wide flare of her eyes and the clamping of her snug pussy are any indication, she really likes that. Finally, she starts begging.
“Please. Please…”
“Please what, baby girl?” I fuck her slow and deep, the way I know she likes it.
“Please let me come.”
“What about me?”
She doesn’t play games or pretend to misunderstand. “Come inside me.”
“Good girl. Who am I?”
“Nathan.”
“Who am I to you?”
“Husband.”
“Yes. Now say it altogether for me. Beg.”
She drags in a shuddering breath. She’s so close, and she looks at me as if I’m her world. “Come inside me, husband.”
That’s all it takes. I turn up the heat, surging against her G-spot while I increase the pressure of my thumb on her swollen clit. She tightens, nearly strangling my cock, and bucks under me. Her fists clench, and her nails dig into her palms as she surrenders, screams out her ecstasy, and takes me with her.
I flood her with my seed in an epic, back-twisting orgasm that has me shouting out my satisfaction and grinds me into a puddly goo of rapture.
As my heart rate slows, I exhale and gather her close, laying a lazy kiss across her lips, feeling decidedly content. “Knowing you’re sated, now I can sleep.”
“This isn’t about me. You’re sated, too.”
“That I am.” I kiss her nose and send her a teasing smile back. “Good night.”
“You said you had something for me. Is sex what you intended to give me?”
“Not sex. Hot sex.”
She giggles. “Very hot sex, yes. But you made it sound like you had something else to give me.”
“Oh, that. As a matter of fact…”
“Yes?”
“There is something I should tell you. I think you’ll like it.”
“What? I know it’s not extra vacation time since the whole company is basically shut down between Christmas and New Year’s.”
“True, but no.”
“Then what? Stop teasing me and tell me.”
She’s adorably impatient, but the smile on her face tells me she’s happy as my wife, in my bed. I’ll do my best to make her content every damn day for the rest of her life. But I’ve told her that. After the way her dad ran out and her ex took her for granted, I don’t expect her to simply believe that I mean what I say. Recovering from abandonment takes trust, and I’ll need time to prove that I’m solid. That’s fine. I can be patient since we’re moving in the right direction.
Why do her feelings matter…unless you love her?
“Since you’ve been so accommodating”—I pressed my half-hard cock inside her—“and such a good girl, I’ll tell you as soon as I take care of you.”
Isabella sighs as I slowly withdraw from her body and leave the bed. I return a minute later with a warm washcloth and a bottle of lavender lotion. She’s splayed out naked and relaxed, her pretty pussy on display. The devil on my shoulder that’s pissed off I haven’t heard from Doug since texting him a picture of his daughter and me in postcoital bliss tells me I should consider posing us for another picture. I don’t. Revenge isn’t what I’m interested in now.
Instead, I clean Isabella up, soothing her well-used pussy with the wet cloth. She sends me a sleepy, pink-cheeked smile. “Thank you. I didn’t have the energy to get up.”
“You don’t have to, baby girl. I’ll always take care of you.” I begin rubbing her feet with the lavender lotion, massaging her insteps and toes. That earns me a groan as she melts into the bed.
A few minutes later, I move up to her calves, her knees, her thighs…and then I see her pussy all pink and swollen inches from my face.
I can’t resist.
“Just relax.” I part her folds with my thumbs and suck her clit into my mouth.
Her eyes flare wide, and her back arches. I worry she’s not ready for more, but she spreads her legs wider and reaches frantically for my head between her legs, digging her nails into my scalp.