Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
The fork pauses on the way to his mouth. “The only thing I wanted at the wedding was you. I’m happy.”
I consider his answer while I finish eating. Part of me thinks I shouldn’t be so pleased by the way he said, ‘I’m happy.’
After he finishes his food, he takes the tray to a table by the door and washes his hands in the bathroom sink.
I head into the bedroom and inspect this new space. The view in this room is equally lovely, so I climb up on the bed and lie down so I can stare out at the skyline. It makes up the entire view past the end of the bed.
Nic enters a moment later, now only in his boxer briefs, and walks around the bed to climb in beside me. He lies down next to me and gathers me into the curve of his shoulder.
When I place my hand on his chest, I feel the heavy thump of his heart under my palm. Feeling bold and deciding that for once, I’m not going to wait for him to turn me inside out, I run my hand down his chest to his belly.
“What are you doing, stellina?” he asks, his tone full of humor.
I shrug. “Exploring my husband, I suppose.”
He doesn’t say anything more when I tuck my hand under the waistband of his boxer briefs. His cock is already hard, and I reach in and draw him out. To make it easier, he wiggles out of his underwear to toss them away.
Now, I can really look at him. He’s thick and long and growing harder as I explore him with my fingers.
I sit up and shuffle down so I can take him in my mouth. When I look up the line of his body, he locks eyes with me. I’m not sure what I see in his gaze, but it’s different from the way he usually looks at me. There’s something softer there, something warmer.
I gently lick his head and slide my mouth around it and give him a lingering suck.
He arches his hips toward me. And in that moment, for the first time, I feel a sense of power, of control, I’ve never felt before.
I want more. More of the salty taste of him. More of his ragged breathing. More of his fingers tangled in my hair. Bobby pins slip out of my tresses and pool around us on the white bedspread.
I lower my head and take more of him. When I gag, he tugs me back up. But I don’t give up that easily. I try again, this time taking him deeper.
“Relax your throat, princess, and you can take all you want. Remember when you did before?”
I grip the base of him and shift to anchor over the top of him. Then I slide my mouth down his length again until, finally, I can brush my nose against his hip. His ragged pant turns into a grunt as I rise up and repeat the motion.
Each sound he makes amps me further. I’m so wet, just fucking him with my mouth. I feel so fucking powerful and sexy taking him like this.
Both of his hands spear my hair now, and I increase my pace. Using both hands and my mouth to work him faster and faster.
“I’m going to come, stellina. Would you like that? Want me to pour my cum down that pretty throat?”
I can only moan in answer as he gently helps me maintain my tempo. It only takes a few more minutes, and then he comes with a heavy growl, his hands fisting my hair, and his cum pulsing down my throat.
When he slumps flat on the bedding again, I pull off his still erect cock and lick the last beads of his cum from the tip. But it’s not enough for me. I want more of him, all of him, and I’m so ready to take it.
I peel off my panties and bra and toss them to the floor. He watches me with an amused look on his face. Then I crawl up to his thighs, throw one leg over, and run myself along the hard length of him. Not inside yet, not all the way. The moment I do, I know he won’t be content to let me stay in control.
“I like a woman with a plan,” he says, cupping my hips to steady me.
I fumble with trying to hold on to him and sink down his length, so he helps. He grips himself in one hand and helps me lower onto his length with the other. The stretch burns bright for a flash of a second, and then pleasure chases it away, spreading along my nerves until I’m fully seated on him.
His smile is warm as he watches me. “What now?”
I tentatively lift my hips so I can figure out the mechanics of this position. Each angle and way I shift my upper body causes a different sensation. I find the one that makes him choke out a moan and stick with that one.