Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
I shift my body to pull her between my legs. Keeping my eyes on hers, I open the silky fabric. We’ve spent the day hashing out our feelings.
This time I was able to listen. Now I want to mend what we broke. I want my wife.
She’s topless beneath the robe with only a pair of lacy boy shorts on. I lick my lips and stick my hands inside to palm her waist with one hand and her breast with the other.
Rolling her hardened peak between my fingers, I lean in to take her soft lips. She cups my face and opens to my kiss. It’s as she moans I notice the music playing in the background.
It’s the song I played for her last night. Insistently, the sexual tension from then fills the air. I glide my hand from her waist to her ass and squeeze as I tug her closer.
“I’m going to fuck you, I promise, but first I want to make love to you and remind your body who it belongs to,” I breathe into her mouth.
“Yes, please. I need you.”
I need her too, but it’s a must for me to take my time and show her all the things I don’t have words for. The things I’m still figuring out for myself. Like the fact that I believe I can trust her again and I forgive her.
Now I understand her why and I’m ready to forgive. Pushing her robe from her shoulders, I then lift her onto the bar. Taking a step back, I move the barstool out of my way and tear my shirt up over my head.
Swiftly, I peel her panties off and toss them aside with my shirt. She reaches for me, tugging me back between her legs. Unfastening my belt, I look her body over.
My wife is gorgeous, she always has been. I think she’s become more beautiful with time. Her skin is flawless, and her nipples have always been perfect, calling out to me for attention.
I abandon working my way out of my jeans. Moving to completely crowd her space, I take her lips and kiss her deeply. She moans into my mouth, holding the back of my head.
I reach between her legs to finger her as I sip from her lips. As much as I want her, we don’t have to rush this. Breaking the kiss, I move my lips to her neck and suck the soft skin into my mouth.
“Ant,” she breathes. Her walls clench around my soaked fingers.
“Tell me how much you need me, Lex.”
“I need you so bad it hurts. I’ve ached for you for so long.”
“Have you been aching for my mouth or just my cock?”
“For you, I’ve been aching for every part of you. Your voice, your touch, the scent of your skin, the taste of you. Your love.
“I want to breathe you in and hold you close, babe. I want to do what I planned to do when I married you.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that, baby?”
“I want to love the hurt away. I want to give you so much love you never question if you’re loved or not because you will know. If no one else cares, you will take your last breath knowing I have always loved you with everything I am,” she pants.
I grasp her face and kiss her hard. It slows to a tender kiss. She drags her nails down my back and holds me to her. I lick and nip at her bottom lip, then start a nipping, licking trail down her body.
As I lower, I keep my eyes locked on hers. The pleading I see there tugs at something in my heart. I tug her closer to the edge and dip in to have my first taste of her sweet essence.
She tastes so good. I hum into her core and roll my eyes in my head. Tightening my hold on her thighs, I push in for more.
“Ant, baby, please.” The hitched gasp that follows her words pulls a groan from my chest.
I savor her as I inhale. She smells as if she took a bath herself after bathing our son. I’ve been down here drinking and thinking long enough for her to have.
The thought of why I was away from her and why she’s been away from me for so long comes to my thoughts and I begin to feast more vigorously.
“Yes,” she cries out as she locks her fingers into my hair.
I smile. I don’t need guidance to get the job done, but I’ll allow her to hold on for dear life. Her trembling legs and the pitch her cries take on serve as all the encouragement I need.
I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Not that I do. I lap up her juices and coax her next orgasm as if she owes it to me.