Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I push inside her, going slow, an inch at a time. Letting her feel every inch of my cock, and savoring the way her tight pussy clenches around me, her muscles tightening and relaxing as I go, each inch more delicious than the last. Finally, I’m buried all the way inside her, up to the hilt. For a moment, I don’t move. I stay there, savoring the feel of her.
I’ll never get tired of this. I can’t imagine ever having enough of my sexy, gorgeous wife.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, my hands sliding around her hips. One resting along her hip bone, and the other cupping her belly.
“I’m yours,” she agrees, tilting her head back until her lips find mine. “And this baby is yours.”
“I put our baby inside you,” I murmur. Her pussy tenses around me, her muscles clenching with the shiver that passes through her body at those words.
“Fuck yes you did,” she breathes, in a way that makes me grin, undoes something in me.
I draw out of her, just a little, and drive back in, hard enough to draw a gasp from her lips. Then I shift my hips, doing it again, again. Before long, we find a rhythm, my cock driving into her, our hips colliding with each thrust.
Far below us, on the stage, the play goes on. The actors recite their lines. The stage hands move in the background, unseen, trained by Mara to do their jobs at the exact right times. To be the people behind the curtain, invisibly creating a fantasy world for the audience to lose themselves in.
Just like the world we’re losing ourselves in here. Only the two of us, savoring the fruits of our labor, in every sense.
When she finally comes again, it makes her whole body shake, and her knees go weak. I have to pin her against me, holding her up until I finish, coming deep inside her with a guttural groan that draws an answering moan from her lips.
We wind up staying in the booth for the whole first act. Neither of us want to leave each other’s sides. And my hands don’t want to leave her body. It doesn’t take long for us to get hot and bothered again, just by one another’s proximity. I already know, as I pull her into my arms once more, kissing her until I can feel her heartbeat against my lips, pounding in her throat—I will never be able to get enough of her.
But that won’t ever stop me trying.
By the time the lights come on at intermission, we’re a mess, but neither of us care. She straightens her hair as best she can and draws me out of the booth, back into the noise and bright lights of the theater with a huge grin on her face.
“Who’d have thought?” she calls over her shoulder as we head toward the main part of the theater, catching claps and nods of approval the whole way as we go. “That blowing off steam in Las Vegas could turn into such a productive move for both our careers.” She winks and I laugh, pulling her back to my side to steal another kiss from her.
“Not to mention a productive move for our whole lives.” I bring my palm to rest against her belly. “It might have been a crazy move for both of us, Mara, but I have to say… I chose the right woman to elope with that night.”
She laughs and leans up to tweak my nose. “Hope you don’t have any regrets lingering, because it’s way too late to apply for that annulment.”
“Believe me, Mara.” I cup her cheek in my hand. “Marrying you is the best decision I’ve ever made.”
She sinks into my kiss again, and just then, as we’re pressed together, I feel it. A gentle little kick, as our son pushes between us. It makes us both laugh, and I bring my palms to rest against her belly. My parents might have been assholes to Mara, but they were right about one thing—family is everything.
And this little family, the three of us? They’re the most important thing in my whole world.