Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
I bit down on my bottom lip as a surge of pleasure made the muscles between my thighs ache and clench with lust. I dipped my finger in and pulled it out again, swirling the slickness over my swollen bud of nerves. The tension was building. Rising. Winding me up so tight I was ready to burst.
In my fantasy I was on my knees, cradling my man’s beautiful cock in my hands and sliding my tongue over the smooth head, teasing him with my lips and my tongue, and licking the pearly white pre-cum glistening on his skin. When I closed my mouth over him and took the length of him into my throat, his groan rumbled through me, his gasps of pleasure turning me on. Yeah, baby, fuck my cock with your beautiful mouth. That’s it, angel. You’re going to make me come so hard.
The muscles between my legs throbbed as I continued to toy with the swollen nub of my clit, building the tension. I wanted Cade inside of me, desperately. I wanted him to stretch me, penetrate me, and fuck me hard. I wanted him to flip me over and drive into me from behind. I wanted him to slam into me, hard and rough, so I felt every inch of him almost painfully hitting me in my womb. I wanted him to dominate me, overpower me, to fuck me to the point where I could stand it no more and I cried out his name as I climaxed. And then I wanted him to make love to me, painfully slow, every drive into my body purposeful and deliberate, every motion of his hips strong and controlled.
My body reacted at the thought and my fingers slid harder over my clit, pressing deeper, rubbing faster until all I was aware of was the rising pulse and surge of lust pumping through me to my very core. I teased harder, my temperature rising, my toes anchoring into the bed, my pussy growing slicker, more sensitive, and achingly ready to come. I bit down on my lip again and moaned, my breathing coming harder, my cheeks flushing as the tension finally erupted like a starburst and I climaxed. Ecstasy soared through me and my head fell backwards as I moaned into the moonlight room, my pussy pulsing violently against my palm, my spine arching in pleasure.
As I came down from my high, I started to laugh. My body felt so alive. So ready for my man. I felt flushed and drugged by my euphoria, and I wanted more.
It had been weeks. But tonight that was all going to change. Tonight when he came home I was going to bring him back to me. Bring him back to the present and make him see me. Touch me. Feel me.
As I caught my breath and my skin began to cool, my phone lit up with a message. I reached for it.
Cade: Don’t wait up. I’m going to be late. Sorry, babe x
My happiness dropped to the pit of my stomach. Goosebumps spread across my skin and I felt a foreboding tingle at the base of my spine. The euphoria from my orgasm eddied away. The gap was widening. When tears burned in my eyes, I threw my phone across the bed and climbed off. Padding across the plush carpet of our new bedroom, I pulled on a silk robe and went downstairs. In the kitchen, I grabbed the bottle of wine, opened it, and stood at the counter as I threw back a decent mouthful.
I looked around the glossy white kitchen and drank in another.
Cade had given me this beautiful home.
But he was never in it.
INDY
It had been three weeks since Cade had made love to me.
Something had changed in him and turned him to stone.
At first, I let it go. He needed time to deal with his emotions and get his thoughts straight. I understood that. But now . . . now things were getting ridiculous. Most nights he stayed up without me, training in his gym or sitting out on the deck under the stars, wrestling with the demons in his mind. On the nights when we did go to bed together, he would wrap his big arms around me and hold me against his strong, warm body. But it would never go anywhere.
I wanted to give him the space. He needed to get things right in his head and the last thing he needed was for me to be clingy. But enough was enough. It had gone on for too long and instead of getting better, it was getting worse. The distance between us was widening and I was beginning to wonder if we would ever find our way back to each other.
Rolling onto his side I curled into him and sought the comfort of his warm body next to mine. I inhaled the heat and scent from his skin and slid my hands down his muscular back and across his hips to settle on his warm stomach. I felt him stir. Felt our bodies start to respond instinctively and begin to shift against one another. I slid my hand to his boxers and Cade exhaled as I began to rub and caress him through the fabric. His lips parted and a moan escaped him. Lust pooled between my thighs. This was the most response I’d had from him in weeks and I was desperate for the drought to be over. Encouraged, I slid my hand beneath his shorts and felt for him, teasing him with gentle fingertips before wrapping my hand around him. He moaned as I stroked him, his cock throbbing against my palm as I did the things to him that I knew he liked.