Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“They aren’t that tight,” I breathed as he gently pulled the other stocking down my leg.
“That’s good.” His eyes never left mine. “That feel better?”
“Yeah.”
“Bra too?”
I nodded.
Now that my panic had dulled again, the familiar sizzle of arousal was creeping back. It was a struggle to keep my eyes on Otto’s as his hand slid under the T-shirt and around to my back, unclipping my bra with a flick of his hand.
Sitting up a little, I pulled the bra straps out of the sleeves of the shirt and took it off with a sigh.
Otto took it out of my hand and threw it off the side of the bed.
“That’s new,” I scolded, leaning up to go get it.
“Leave it,” he ordered, reaching out to grip my hip. “We’ll grab it later.”
I huffed but laid back down.
“Fuck, you’re pretty,” he murmured, his thumb sliding softly along the leg band of my underwear.
“What about you?” I asked, pulling the clip out of the side of my hair. “Any regrets?”
“Right at this moment?” His lips curved up at the corners. “Not one.”
Feeling brave, I leaned forward and brushed my lips across his. I was grateful that he’d noticed that my head wasn’t in it and had casually tucked me into bed like we were going to sleep, but I’d been taught to start a marriage like you meant to go on, and I wasn’t sure spending the night of our wedding sleeping was the right choice. At least that was what I told myself as I slid my hand over his chest, marveling at the hard muscle and the light dusting of hair. The idea that I just wanted to explore his incredible body still felt so foreign that I wasn’t able to fully wrap my mind around it yet.
“Fuck,” Otto whispered under his breath, yanking me toward him.
We stayed on our sides as our hands roamed and the kiss went from soft and languid to hard and intense. I gasped as Otto yanked his lips away and tilted my head back with his hand, giving him access to my neck.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he said against my throat, sucking and licking his way toward my collarbone.
I was burning up, every inch of my skin more sensitive than it had ever been in my life. The memory of his hands on me in the back of his Mustang had seemed so incredible that I couldn’t believe that it could be better than that, but it was. I didn’t know if it was the fact that I didn’t have to worry someone would see us, that we were married now, or that Otto was taking his time, but the sensations were so heightened that I couldn’t catch my breath.
When I reached for the T-shirt I was wearing—anxious for more skin, more feeling, more anything—Otto shook his head.
“Leave it on,” he ordered, shoving the T-shirt up to my neck, baring everything anyway. “I like you in my shirt.”
My back arched involuntarily as his lips wrapped around my nipple, the sensation shooting straight between my legs. As he knelt up, his body on full display, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.
I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his arms, my palms prickling as I reached for anything I could. His heart was beating as hard as mine when I pressed my hand there and the muscles of his stomach contracted as I slid my hands south. When I reached the waistband of his boxers I hesitated, but my new husband was having none of that. With a growl in the back of his throat that made his mouth vibrate around my nipple, he reached down and pressed my hand against him.
He was firm and large, and his erection jerked under my hand.
I wrapped my fingers around him as he moved back and forth between my nipples, running his tongue lightly over them before sucking them into his mouth. I didn’t move my hand away as he leaned up and shoved his boxers down around his thighs.
“You shave?” I blurted incredulously, staring at the penis in my hand surrounded by very short hair.
Otto choked and looked down at himself.
“No, I just trim it,” he replied, the words coming out hoarse and strangled.
“Oh,” I said, tightening my hand. He made the choking sound again and reached for my underwear.
“Do you want me to shave?” I asked breathlessly as he tossed the underwear off the bed.
“If you want to,” he replied distractedly.
“Would you—” My hips jolted as his fingers slipped lightly between my legs. “Would you like it better?”
It was Otto’s turn to look at me incredulously. “Don’t think I could like your pussy any better than I do now.”
I let out a nervous laugh.
“You’re a nut,” he said, a smile playing around his lips.