Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Thank you.” I put my hands into my suit pants pockets and look around. There are so many options. I have a new addiction to anything soft and feminine.
Like my girl.
I take a cream, silk nightdress with thin spaghetti straps, and a floor-length matching gown. I also pick up a pale pink, short nightdress with lace around the plunging neckline. It has a split up one leg.
I hold it out, and I get a vision of Eliza wearing it. My dick throbs. Yes, that’s a definite. I throw it over my arm.
I continue looking. I pick up a white, silk corset that laces up with ribbon, and matching panties.
Fuck, she’ll look hot in this.
I can hardly wait to put it on her so I can take it off. Actually, I’m leaving this one on.
I’ll fuck her in it. I smile to myself as I imagine her laid out on the kitchen table, ready for me to eat.
God, I need to snap out of this. I am like a horny teenager. I can’t get enough. No amount of fucking can take away my hunger. The more we do it, the more I want it. I am totally addicted to Eliza’s lush body. She’s got me well and truly by the balls. I’ve never been like this before. I’m constantly walking around with a semi. Who knew my dick could be so hungry?
I put the things on the counter, and the sales assistant starts to go through them, one by one.
“Will that be all, sir?”
I glance around. “Have you got any of those…?” I click my fingers as I search for the word. “It’s like a lace thing that goes to stockings?”
“Suspender belt?”
“Yes.” I smirk, feeling stupid. “That’s it, I’ll take the matching one for the corset and the stockings, too, please.”
“Yes, sir.” She smiles as she begins to wrap them. “There’s nothing sexier than a man buying for his woman.”
I smile and drop my head. You haven’t seen her.
There is nothing on this Earth that could eclipse Eliza, least of all lingerie.
* * *
I walk into the bar just after 4:00 p.m., and I see Alex waving from the back corner. He stands and pulls me in for a hug when I get to him. “Hey.” He laughs, and we shake hands.
We fall into the seats, and a beer is already waiting for me on the table.
“You look great, man.” He smiles. “All tanned and shit.”
“Thanks.” I take a sip of my beer. It’s icy cold and crisp. “It was a great vacation.”
“Yeah, you recommend Majorca?”
“God, yeah.”
He smirks as he watches me.
“What?”
“So…?”
“So, what?” I ask, knowing exactly what he means.
“Eliza?” He widens his eyes. “How is she?”
I shake my head, excited to be able to express myself to someone. I can be open with my brother. He knows the real me.
“Alex… fucking hell, she’s incredible.”
He laughs and holds his hand up to high five me. “I knew it. I knew it all along. And?”
“The sex is just…” I press my fingers to my temples and mimic an explosion. “No words.”
“I told you. Pussy love is the best love.”
“No shit.” I clink my beer with his, and we both chuckle.
“How are you getting along?”
“Great, haven’t missed a beat.” I shrug. “It’s so familiar. You know, like I was always meant to be with her.”
He smiles. “You seem happy.”
“I am.” I smile. “For the first time in my life I feel… finished.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know when you’re with someone and there’s always something wrong simmering in the back of your mind about them?”
“Like what?”
“Eliza is the first person I’ve been with who has ticked every single want and need of mine.”
He smiles. “That’s great man, I’m so happy for you. You two are fucking great together.”
“With everyone else I’ve been with, there has been something holding me back from moving forward, you know?” I sip my beer. “Like I couldn’t possibly fall for them, but I don’t have it with her. I have to constantly remind myself to slow down.” I smile wistfully. “It took all of my strength not to drag her into a church and make her marry me in Majorca.”
His eyes widen. “Fuck!” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Are you serious? You really are all in?”
“Totally fucking all in.” I chuckle. “It just feels so right, you know?”
He shrugs as he sips his beer. “Wish I did.”
I frown. “What does that mean? Everything all right?”
“I don’t know.” He drags his hand down his face. “I’m having a fucking midlife crisis or something.”
“Why?”
“Jessica. I’m just… it’s not the same as it used to be.”
“Why not?”
“We’ve started fighting all the time, and she’s on my case about every fucking thing, pressuring me to get engaged.”
“You don’t want to get married?”
“I do… just not sure if it’s to her. You know when you’re with someone and on paper everything is perfect… but something is missing, and for the life of you, you can’t put your finger on what that is?”