Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
This time he moved, and she felt his cock at her entrance. She wasn’t afraid or nervous. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, this wasn’t going to hurt. This was going to be amazing. Luca hesitated, and then, inch by inch, he began to sink inside her, going deeper.
There was absolutely no pain, just pleasure, as she knew there would be. He took hold of her hands, placing them beside her head, and then he thrust the last couple of inches inside her.
He was not small, but long, thick, and hard, and she felt him pulse with her grasp. He started to pull out, and Tillie didn’t want him to leave, but she should have known he wouldn’t go, as he suddenly pushed back inside her. She cried out, and he took possession of her lips, holding her in place as he made love to her.
Suddenly, he sped up, and Tillie didn’t think she’d be able to take the pleasure. At no point was there any pain, just mindless, out-of-this-world pleasure. There was no other word for it. This wasn’t joy or excitement, although it contained everything. This was sex, it was making love, it was fucking, but it also felt so much more than that.
Luca let go of her hands, sliding one beneath her head and the other going toward her ass, gripping the flesh.
She took his body weight and it felt good as well.
“Touch me,” he said.
Tillie didn’t even realize she wasn’t touching him. She started at his shoulders, putting her hands on him, and then began to work them down his body, going down his back. At first, she was tempted to touch his ass, but then she stopped herself and felt stupid for not touching him. She moved down, cupping his butt in the same way he had her.
She was finally doing it, making love to her husband, being with Luca, and to Tillie, this was one of the best feelings in the world. There was no distance between them right now. They were closer than they had ever been.
She didn’t want him to stop, but she felt the change within Luca as he began to speed up. His cock seemed to get harder as he began to fuck her, going harder and deeper than ever before, and then she felt bliss at the same time as Luca groaned, and she just knew they had found their release together.
Chapter Nine
“Dancing?” Luca asked.
Tillie giggled. “Yeah, Mom tried to get me to be a professional dancer. She even hired some woman who’d won awards.”
“You like dancing, though,” Luca said. “I caught you.”
She nodded, and then moved up the bed after sticking the spoon she was eating from into her mouth. They hadn’t left the bed, but they had required food. The only thing they had in the freezer that seemed the least amount of mess was the ice cream. He brought up every tub they had—chocolate, vanilla, mint-chocolate, and several other flavors.
“I like dancing, but it’s the kind of thing you do randomly around your house or bedroom. Not something you dance to with hundreds of people doing it as some kind of talent.”
“You really hated the beauty pageant stuff?”
“Yep. Believe it or not, as a kid, I was not really into dresses. I think it’s funny because I wear them all the time now. As a kid, I was a jeans-and-t-shirt kind of girl. Also, I loved exploring the backyard and getting messy.”
“Ah, a proper tomboy.”
“Yep, that was me, so sitting for hours getting my hair pulled and my face feeling heavier from the makeup, I didn’t like it. I know some of the other girls loved it, and I didn’t mind at all, but I hated it. David was the one who told me to tell Dad, so I did, but I also made sure I complained while my grandparents were there. I love Dad, and he was amazing. He worked a lot, as you know, but sometimes Mom did find it easy to manipulate him. With Grandma and Grandpa there, he couldn’t argue, and this time when he put his foot down, he did.”
“But it ruined your relationship with your mom.”
Tillie nodded and he saw the sadness in her eyes. “Yeah, it did. We’ve never been the same, and sometimes I don’t care, and then there are other times when I think about what we were doing, and I miss it.” She snorted. “Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Do you want to tell me more about your past?”
No, he really didn’t, but Tillie was so open about hers. All he had to do was ask her a question, and she was open, honest, always herself.
“There’s not much to tell.”
“You mentioned that you were in the foster care system,” she said. “Did you ever think to find your parents?”