Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Then he’s kissing me, stealing all the oxygen from my lungs and I don’t mind. I’d give up oxygen forever if it meant I could always feel his tongue against mine. To feel his strong hands roaming along my back and squeezing every inch of my body.
Brennon flips us back over, pinning me beneath his powerful frame. He kisses his way across my body and pulls off my clothes as he goes.
“No fair,” I protest when I’m completely naked. “I didn’t get to finish what happened on page ninety.”
He presses a kiss to my pussy, and I let out a soft sigh. “We’ll finish that page later.”
He grunts his approval before he ducks his head and licks me. He licks my already soaking body through another release that has me writhing against the sheets and screaming his name.
“Get inside me. Now,” I demand when I can finally see again. Despite the earth-shattering orgasms he’s given me, I still need him to fill me. I need to feel his big cock stretching me and taking what’s his. What’s always been his.
He scrambles from the bed and starts yanking on his clothes. He tosses them onto the floor without even looking in their direction and prowls back on the bed.
I spread my thighs wide when I see the big cock that he’s wrapped his hand around. He’s huge and the thought that it’s all for me has anticipation dancing along my skin.
He pauses and looks up at me, his hand still squeezing his weeping shaft. It takes me a second to pull my gaze up. For a moment, I struggle to define the look on my mountain man’s face. Shy. He definitely looks shy as he says gently, “Virgin.”
I nod, unashamed of my past. I know losing your v-card is a rite of passage to some people, but I never felt the need to get rid of mine just because all of my friends were. No, I wanted to hold out for something special and now that I’m here with Brennon, I’m glad I did. “Yeah, I am one.”
The soft smile that lights up his expression makes me feel gooey and warm. “Me…too.”
I smile back at him, my body melting into the silk sheets. “That’s kind of perfect.”
He nods in agreement and kisses me again, long and slow. Our tongues tangle together and it’s not until I’m panting again that he pulls away to align our bodies. He thrusts inside slowly, but I’m already so wet that it’s not painful like I was expecting. No, the only thing I feel is stuffed full.
He glances at my face, the look on his one of pure awe and wonder. There’s a question in his eyes.
“All good,” I reassure him with a contented sigh.
He moves in deeper, still giving my body time to get used to his. He continues his steady pace until I wrap a leg around his hips and call his name. His gaze snaps to mine.
“Fuck your wife,” I whisper right as I take his earlobe between my teeth and nip at it.
His control snaps and suddenly he’s pounding into me and playing with my clit. His grunts fill the air as I chant his name over and over again. Then he’s falling over the edge with me, his come shooting into my pussy and spilling all over the sheets.
He lies beside me, his body still intertwined with mine. I face his chest and trace invisible patterns in his skin. I can feel his heart rate slowing down and hear his breathing returning to normal.
He nuzzles my hair and makes soft sounds. I’m not sure what he’s saying and I’m too content to figure it out. Instead, I close my eyes and pray this moment can last forever. Because I don’t ever want to leave my new husband, not when I’ve finally found my soulmate.
9
CADENCE
I hum as Brennon combs my wet hair in the mirror. We’re in his bathroom after exploring each other in every possible way. I know how he likes his body touched and the sounds he makes as he comes. I know how he likes to touch me and that he likes my taste.
But for all the things I’m learning about Brennon, he still doesn’t know the truth. He doesn’t fully understand why we’re married. He hasn’t once asked me what I’m getting out of it.
“Sad,” Brennon growls, touching my face. He places the comb on the counter, still standing behind me. It’s a beautiful contrast, this rough mountain man taking such tender care of his new wife.
“It’s late. We should go to bed,” I tell him, rather than acknowledge that he somehow read my mood. I don’t even know where to begin, how to put everything I’m feeling into words.
He shakes his head and is quiet for a moment. His eyebrows crinkle together. They always do that when he’s searching for a word. “Tell…me.”