Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
She reaches down, strokes my cock and then goes down on her hands and knees, clearly reminding me that she can test my control. With anyone else, I would not like this at all, but they are not her. With her, with my wife, I fucking love this challenge. I go down on a knee beside her, my hand, running up her belly and teasing her nipples before one palm settles at her backside and the other settles between her shoulder blades. I rub her backside, deep caresses, her soft, raspy breathing filling the air. Over and over I warm her skin, readying her, my fingers sliding into her sex, stroking her until she’s so damn wet, she can be no wetter, waiting for that moment that finally comes.
“Are you going to warn me?” she asks.
“This is your warning,” I say, and then smack her backside hard and fast two times, and then I shift and enter her, driving deep. I pull back and spank her again, driving into her, pulling back. I spank her again. I drive in again.
“Cole,” Lori cries out, pleasure and need etched in my name that leaves no room for me to ask where she’s at right now, what she wants, but still, I roll to my side, pulling her back to my chest, cupping her breast. “How are you right now?” I ask, my lips at her ear, needing to know she’s with me, in this, fully aroused. “Are you with me, Lori?”
“How can you not know that answer?” She reaches behind her, grabs my hip and presses against me. “Does that answer your question?”
I lean around her, kissing her, our bodies grinding together as I do, and it’s just not enough. I thrust into her, and she pants and covers my hand on her breast. Her body arching into the next pump of my cock. And the next. And the next. We are wild, frenzied, and I need her closer. I pull out, and she’s turning to face me even before I can do it for her. A moment later, her hip is at my hip, and I’m driving into her again, our lips colliding, tongues stroking, that extra edge of intimacy, shifting the energy, taking us from fucking to making love.
We go from wild, frenzied need, to a slow simmering burn as I stroke hair from her face. “Do you know how crazy you make me? How absolutely and insanely in lust and love I am with you?”
“Good thing since you just married me,” she says, her hand settling on my face. “And good thing I feel the same and—” I kiss her and there are no more words. We rock together, sway together, touch and kiss, and slowly shudder into release. We ease into relaxation and I roll Lori to her back, leaning over her. “Tell me you liked that.”
“You know I did or you wouldn’t have kept going.”
“First thing that comes to your mind. Don’t think. Just answer. What were you thinking about when I was spanking you?”
“I wasn’t,” she says. “I was just in the moment.”
“Good. When you feel like the world is spinning and about to fall from under your feet, you come to me, and we’ll escape. We’ll make it stop spinning.”
“Are you saying the world is spinning? What is going on?”
“Nothing but what I’ve already told you about the trial chaos. And nothing that won’t go on over and over, and in different ways.”
“I know. I get that.”
“But the hell you went through is fresh for you and you’re about to call your mother, who you almost lost not that long ago. I just want you to know that as you call her, as we go back to the real world that I can’t promise you that world will never spin. I can’t even promise, that I won’t need you to steady it for me sometimes. But know this: I’ll do the same for you. I promise you that we will steady it together.”
“I know that,” she says. “I said ‘I do,’ remember?”
“You did and I’m going to remind you of that many times and ways tonight. Call your mother.” I kiss her hand. “But don’t put any clothes on.” I kiss her and push off the bed, walking to the door to find my phone before returning to the bed to offer it to her. She sits up and shivers.
“I think I need a shirt.” She gives me a coy look. “You can take it off me after.”
“And I will,” I promise, moving back to the door to grab my shirt, which I drape around her. She shoves her hands into the sleeves and I help her roll them up, listening as she chats with her mother, laughing with joy at several things her mother says. When finally the chat is over, Lori’s smile fades as she hands me back the phone. “What was bad enough that you felt they needed to leave the city, Cole? What haven’t you told me?”