Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Except that’s not true. As I use the toilet and brush my teeth, my heart hammers with anticipation. I can’t wait to climb back in that bed and feel his hands on my skin again. It’s like my body knows where it belongs, and it’s next to his.
I emerge from the bathroom to find him propped up in the bed, looking like a Roman god. He opens the covers and holds his arms out to me. “Come here.”
When I comply, he pulls me up against him and strokes his hand down my side. “Are you sore, Principessa?” His fingers trail between my thighs–a light touch that doesn’t quite reach the apex.
“A little,” I say.
He finds the evidence of his dried essence on my inner thighs and rumbles his approval. “You didn’t wash me off.”
I flush. Was I supposed to? These are the things I know nothing about.
“I like it. Never wash me off,” he commands. “It’s a new rule.”
“I don’t follow your rules.” I say it lightly–there’s no venom behind the words. I just want him to know I’m going to keep pushing back. I may have let him consummate the marriage, but that doesn’t mean he’s in charge of me or that I’ve conceded to this marriage.
The corners of his lips lift. “That’s because you enjoy the consequences of your disobedience. He rolls me to my back and climbs over me, backing up until his head is in line with my pelvis.
My core squeezes in anticipation.
“Open your thighs, Dahlia. This time it will be a reward.”
You don’t have to tell me twice. I let my knees fall open and Antonio lowers his head between my legs.
My belly shivers in an inhale. Antonio drags his tongue along my slit, parting me.
“Oh, God.” It feels so good.
Even better than it did the last time. It’s like the more Antonio touches me, the more he pleasures me, the more receptive my body becomes. I’m primed for him now, ready to climax at the slightest provocation.
And provoke, he does.
Antonio swirls his tongue around my clit, traces everywhere. He sucks and teases, uses his teeth on the little nubbin of my clit.
I gasp, my pelvis jacking up off the mattress at the delicious sensation.
“You like that, bella?”
“Uhn.” I let out an unintelligible syllable, somewhere between a groan and a cry. It feels so good. I want it all. Everything he did to me last night and more.
He palms my ass, lifts my pelvis to angle me more toward his mouth. His entire mouth covers my sex as he laps and penetrates me with his clever tongue.
I wrap my fingers in his hair and tug, growing desperate.
“You need to come, baby?” He slides a finger inside me.
I squirm down on his finger. My entrance is tender, but I don’t care. The sensation is incredible. Needed. I’m wet and slick, and his finger feels too small.
“I want…”
“What do you want, Principessa?”
“I want you.”
Antonio’s grin is wicked. “Say it. Say, I need your cock, Antonio.”
“I need your cock, Antonio.”
That’s all it takes. In a flash, my husband is above me, lining his member up with my entrance. The satisfaction when he pushes in cannot be named. Cannot be described.
It’s just that sense of rightness. Of our bodies belonging together.
I reach for his shoulders, hanging on as he slowly arcs in and out, watching my face the entire time.
Remembering how marvelous it was to watch him come undone last night, I moan my approval. Try to get him to stop tracking me and lose himself.
Antonio cages my throat, using his grip to hold me in place as he pushes in with more force.
It hurts but in a good way. A satisfying way. Definitely an I-want-more way.
I grow louder, not for Antonio’s benefit now, but because I’m in the throes, myself. It feels so good to have him moving inside me, to match my pleasure to his.
Antonio’s breath grows ragged, his face grows slack above me. “Dahlia,” he growls.
That’s all it takes for me. Just the sound of my name in his deep voice makes me come. I seize up around him, hooking my ankles behind his back to draw him in.
“Wait…fuck,” he pants, still plowing into me. “Now.” He shoves in and stays, filling me with his hot seed.
My body understands his command because the orgasm that rolls through me is like nothing I’ve experienced before. My internal muscles contract and release around him, my inner thighs squeeze tight around his hips. I bite his neck, suck his earlobe, gasp and cry out and whimper as our bodies find completion together.
“Oh, baby.” Antonio pants into my neck. He lifts his head and cages my jaw in that dominant way of his. “You were incredible. So good, baby. Are you all right?”
I nod in his grip.
“Was I too rough? I know you’re still getting used to me.”