Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
“I'm finished.” I plopped down onto the sofa next to him and received a gorgeous smile.
“I knew you could do it!” He cupped my cheek in his hand and lovingly gazed into my eyes. “Jordan, I'm so proud of you.”
My bastard peepers watered again but I blinked the moisture away. “Thank you. I need a little break, but then would you mind if I read my statement to you? I want to make sure it sounds okay.”
“I know it's going to sound incredible, but I'd love to hear it. Until then, let me help you relax.” He leaned back against the sofa cushion and tapped his legs. I knew exactly what he was offering, and was beyond grateful for it.
I already had my shoes off, so I shifted in my seat to place my feet in his lap. Sam smiled at my mismatched socks, which he had gifted me for Christmas. My right sock was red and printed with green wreaths, and my left sock was green and covered in red and white candy canes.
“I love these on you,” he told me as he began to massage my feet.
He loved all of my crazy socks, and had bought several pairs for me over the months; some for special occasions, and some just because.
We didn't go overboard on Christmas gifts because we were saving our money for a Caribbean honeymoon. We got married in the courthouse and decided to splurge on our trip.
But even though these socks were a small present, they held great meaning for me. My ex-boyfriend Beau always made fun of me for the fashion choice; he called me stupid and immature. But Sam embraced everything about me. He appreciated everything that made me different, and made me feel special.
And his foot massages always made me feel incredible. He knew every spot to press to relieve my stress and rub my aches away. He pinched and rolled my sock covered flesh, giving me instant relief. But the best part?
“Mmm, those hands,” I purred, watching Sam's muscles contract and his tendons flex. His hands were always works of art, but they looked even better when they were touching me. They were strong, yet tender, with me.
“What, these?” he asked with amusement in his voice. Sam wiggled his fingers, making his flesh dance. He knew the effect it had on me, which was making my mouth water and my cock thicken.
I nodded, but didn't take my eyes off of his rippling skin. “You know, my feet are feeling pretty good, but I am feeling stiff a little higher up.” I wasn't lying; I was at full mast behind my jeans’ zipper.
Sam gave a deep chuckle. “Let's see what I can do about that.” He slowly walked his fingers up my shins, then cupped a hand over each of my knees. “Is this where you need my touch?” He squeezed against me and I swallowed the puddle in my mouth.
My husband had touched all over my body countless times, yet every time affected me greatly. My heart raced, my blood heated, and this particular time, my words vanished, so I shook my head.
“No?” Sam's fingers took another long walk up my thighs before settling over the pockets of my jeans. “Getting warmer?” I nodded quickly, receiving another chuckle. “Oh, now I see the problem.” He spread his palms and moved inward, coming to rest over my thick bulge. “Let's see if I can work out this stiffness.”
Sam squeezed my length, drawing a throaty moan from my lips. Even through two layers of fabric, his touch lit my skin on fire. “Oh yes, I can definitely help,” he said, but then his hands stopped moving, which was the opposite of help. “Can you help me with something too?” I nodded again; I'd do anything for him. “I've got an itch at the back of my throat.”
It was lucky that I didn't blow a hole right through my pants at his sexy suggestion. But I did find my voice. “Sugar, I've got just what you need.” I unsnapped my pants and pushed the fabric layers down onto my thighs.
Sam took over, shimmying my pants and underwear off over my feet, leaving my socks on. He licked his lips as he stared at my hard cock, which was pulsating with my heartbeat. But when he leaned in closer, I stopped him with a hand on his cheek. I had a much better idea in mind.
“I've got an itch too,” I told him, and his eyes snapped to mine. They held a breathtaking mixture of humor and heat; the blend my husband embodied and perfected.
“Well then, let's help each other, shall we?” Sam's eyes twinkled as he unbuttoned his jeans. I was not a patient man. I gripped the denim and yanked it down his legs before clawing off his boxers.