Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Julie set her hands on my shoulders and just leaned into me. “I want all of that with you. With all of you,” she said in a voice that left no room for doubt. “And I want to watch Darren teach her to tie her shoes with some kind of military drill and a stopwatch while she tries to beat her best time. You know she’s going to be competitive.”
I engulfed her in a big bear hug, pulling her off the stool and into my arms. “We’ve got the most beautiful life already. I don’t even know how to imagine more happiness.”
“You’d better start stretching your imagination then. Because it’s happening,” I told her. “Right now, I think I have a raincheck to cash in with you.”
She nodded her head enthusiastically and kissed my cheek. “What would I ever do without you, Jeremy Beckett?” she asked fondly.
“You’ll never have to find out,” I promised her.
I carried her into her new bedroom. “I want to make love to you right here,” I said.
“I want to make love to you anywhere,” she replied.
A powerful tug low in my belly made me clench my teeth because I was already so hard for her, and her words made things worse. I laid her down on her new bed, the one she’d only slept in alone. I pushed up the long skirt of her sundress. I skimmed my hands up her smooth, long legs. She parted them, wrapped them playfully around me as I knelt on the bed. I gripped her thighs, massaged them. I loved how strong she was, how curvy, and kneading her meaty thighs turned me on even more. She lifted her hips off the bed with a small moan. Teasing, I ran my hands up the outsides of her thighs, hooked my thumbs under the sides of her panties and just played with the elastic, not taking them off yet.
She gave an adorable growl. “Jeremy! Take them off now!” she demanded pettishly.
I chuckled and gave her a soft, teasing kiss on the inside of her knee. She twisted in my hands.
“In all your research,” she was panting now. “Did you read anything about how horny pregnancy makes some women? Well, I’m some women! I had the worst time waiting on that doctor’s exam because all the time you were talking in your cowboy, I’m-gonna-fuck-them-up-in-court routine I wanted to ride you. I felt empty without you inside me.”
I covered her mouth with mine so she couldn’t say another word. I had no intention of making this short and sweet. I wanted it to last for hours, wanted to make love to her until we were both sweaty and spent and then wake up and do it all over again.
Sliding my hands down her thighs and hooking them behind her knees, I tugged her playfully toward me, dragging her onto her back with a happy squeal. I teased her panties down inch by slow inch, tormenting us both in the process.
She was pure sweetness, her warm, smooth flesh and the gentle tug of her fingers in my hair, coaxing me, urging me on with silent pleading in her eyes. Yes, darling, I told her without saying a word, with just a kiss below her jaw, sucking softly to make her mew and whimper, anything you need. Always. My kisses pledged to her, made vows as I licked and sucked my way down her body, capturing a tight nipple through the thin cotton and drawing on it until the stiff peak stuck out rudely through the clinging, wet fabric. Too tempting, I sucked it again and again until she arched up to me, both hands in my hair, moaning with frustrated need. Every tug of her fingers in my hair shot straight to my dick, driving me to get myself under control and hold back, make it last when I felt like I was two seconds from spending in my jeans. God, my jeans were killing me, it was like being strangled from the waist down.
“Please, please,” she whispered, dragging my face from her breast and making me look at her.
Julie’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes fevered with need. She was rocking beneath me, rhythmically rubbing against my thigh in absolute desperation. I relented, let her unfasten my jeans as I groaned in a mix of relief and teeth-grinding arousal at the barest brush of her small hand against my erection when she slid the zipper down. I swore through my teeth when she did it, and her expression was absolutely triumphant knowing she had undone me as badly as I had tormented her by taking her to the edge and making her wait, holding out as long as possible.
She grabbed me then, her fist full of my near-bursting cock, her thumb brushing away a gleaming drop from the head where I was so sensitive I jerked back from her touch.