Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Nico shocks me by pulling off my nipple with a pop and unlatching the Velcro around my wrists. My hands instantly go to his body, one on his bicep, the other to the side of his head. His hair is a little shaggier than normal, in need of a haircut, which works in my favor seeing how he likes me holding him. We don’t always have sex with my wrists above my head. Today, though, I think it was for Nico’s sake more than mine. He was worried he’d take me too hard, too deep, too fast. My legs wrap around his. With every thrust, I use my body to reach his cock, not wanting it to leave my center for a moment.
“Fuck, you gotta come, Journey, right now.” He moves so there’s enough room between our bodies for his callused thumb to slide along my clit, once, twice, three times. My eyes slam shut, body obeying what Nico demands, only opening them at the last minute to watch him come inside me. “Journey.” It’s a prayer coming from his lips, like a man drowning for his last sip of water after being stranded in a desert. And I watch until his body is replete from coming and his body draping over mine, lips seeking lips, still greedy for one another but in a different way.
“Nico,” I moan against his lips. My arms wrap around his waist, hands meeting at his back, not willing to let him go.
“Need to move. Can’t give you all my weight.” I mourn the loss with a huff of breath but do as he asks, my legs sliding down, hands moving away. “Not leaving, just resituating.”
“Good, because I’m not ready to leave the bed yet.” Which means Nico won’t, knowing I’ll get cold unless he piles on the blanket. Secretly, I’m hoping we have a little girl. Seeing my husband with a girl, wrapped around her little finger, it’d be amazing. Though a little boy who looks just like him with his good-natured personality, always taking care of his loved ones like his daddy does wouldn’t be so hard either.
“I think we should have one of each,” I say abruptly.
“One of each, what?” Nico asks. He’s not lying on me. He’s now on his back, and I’m wedged beside him, neither of us worrying about the wetness seeping from between my legs just yet.
“Children. I’m greedy, and if we have more than two, I’d be okay with that.” He grins at me, chest shaking, trying not to laugh at my antics.
“Two at least. And, Journey, I already know you’re greedy.” I arch my eyebrows, telling him to explain. “Orgasms, baby. My wife has a greedy pussy.” I face plant into his chest, both of us laughing at the truth and neither of us complaining about it either.