Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 157175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
‘This is nice.’
‘It would be better if you were naked,’ I say without thought, wondering just how much I want to physically hurt myself.
‘Really?’ She sounds truly surprised by that, and I frown at the back of her head. ‘Because I had a very good look at my body in the mirror last night, and, frankly, it isn’t pretty.’
My hard-on shrivels to nothing in a second as I stare incredulously at her hair.
‘Stretch marks,’ she grumbles on. ‘Saggy boobs, and what the hell happened to my waistline?’
Is she playing some kind of cruel game? ‘Take that back,’ I all but growl in her hair. I won’t have her speaking such bullshit. ‘Turn over.’ I bully her body over until she’s facing me, a little alarmed. ‘Let’s get one thing straight, lady.’ I wave an accusing finger up and down her reclined body. ‘All this here is mine, and I love it. Your boobs are perfect.’ I allow myself a brief glimpse at the mounds beneath her lace negligee, my mouth watering for a taste. ‘Your waistline is perfect, and the stretch marks you speak of make me smile every day. They’re part of you, a part of us. I love them, almost as much as I love your boobs, and I love your boobs a lot. A real lot. And, for the record, so do you.’
‘I do?’
‘Yes, you do.’ I nod sharply. I’m immoral. I don’t care. ‘You love them because I love them. So are we done?’
‘I guess so.’ Her eyes are wide, taken aback, though I sense some satisfaction somewhere inside her.
Her gaze drops down to my stomach, her teeth sinking into her lip and biting down. ‘What happened?’ she asks, tracing a continuous line over my stomach, brushing over both scars.
I close my eyes and follow my instinct, confirming what she thinks she knows. ‘I had a motorcycle accident years ago.’ I hate myself for not telling her everything, though I’m quick to reassure myself that it’s for the best. That shit could break her right now. I take her hand away from my stomach and move her fingers to my lips, kissing them sweetly. I haven’t lost my master ability to distract my wife. Her eyes sparkle and she blinks rapidly. ‘Turn over,’ I order gently.
She obeys without a second of hesitation, spinning over as I grab my phone and put the Sonos on, letting the tracks shuffle. She wriggles back into my body, and my cock springs to life again just like that. And quiet falls. And I think about the spark of fire that I saw in her eyes before she turned away from me. And like an omen or something, a song that has been with us through good times and bad drifts from the speakers. Massive Attack’s ‘Angel’. I stiffen, wondering if it’ll jolt anything in her.
‘Jesse?’ she says quietly, and I hum my acknowledgment, holding my breath in anticipation. But she doesn’t say anything. Instead, she shuffles over again and stares me straight in the eyes. And I see her. My wife. The hunger for me that she can never keep at bay. The urge to tackle me and ravage me. The visibly potent desire that I’m faced with daily, from the moment she wakes to the moment she falls asleep in my arms. It’s all staring back at me right now, and for the first time in our history together, I’m reluctant to give her what she clearly wants. What I need.
‘What?’ I whisper, brushing a lock of stray hair from her face as the music builds and takes over.
Without a word, she pushes me to my back and straddles my stomach. I swallow down some restraint when her bare arse meets my skin, the heat of her core against my flesh. She takes the bottom of her lace nightgown and pulls it up her body.
‘Ava, what are you doing?’ I ask, despite desperately wanting her to do it. Her boobs spring free, heavy and swollen, and I swallow again.
‘I don’t know.’ She tosses it aside and lowers her torso to mine, taking my cheeks. ‘But everything is telling me to do it.’
‘Are you sure?’ Never have those words come from my mouth. Not ever. And my cock is seriously throbbing in protest at my reluctance.
Her answer is a kiss. A gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth. It’s light and chaste, but the most consuming imaginable. My hands move to her back and skate across her smooth skin, my eyes closing in bliss. Let her be. Let her take the lead and dictate our reunion.
Relaxing into the mattress, I open my mouth when she licks the seam of my lips, her tongue soft and searching. Oh God, this is heaven. Holding back is a killer. Letting her control the pace is a battle like no other. Her bottom lifts from my stomach, and my cock springs up, skimming the heat between her legs. I jump. She jumps. I moan around our kiss, and she swallows it on a sigh. Her mouth seduces mine lazily as she lowers a fraction onto my weeping, eager cock. And like she was made just for me, which she was, she cushions me perfectly, gliding down my shaft with ease.