Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
We stare at each other, our eyes locked, and he leans down. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he drops his hand away from my cheek and steps away. A pang of disappointment fills me.
“I need to change,” he says before disappearing into his closet.
I flop back onto the bed, wondering why he didn't kiss me. It’s probably because he’s not really my husband and I’m being a giant dummy. He’s a normal nice guy who for whatever reason is being kind to me while I’m taking full advantage of it.
“Why don’t you wear this?” Phillip reappears with a shirt in his hand.
“Thanks.” I take it from him before pulling my clothes off. When I unhook my bra, I hear Phillip suck in a deep breath, and I peek over my shoulder at him. It’s then I realize I stripped my clothes off without thinking. “Sorry,” I say when the bra hits the floor and I quickly pull the shirt on.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” His voice is deep, and I watch him go around and get into bed. His chest is bare, and he’s only in a pair of low-hanging sweatpants. My fingers itch to touch him.
“Right, because you're my husband.”
Phillip flips the comforter back on my side of the bed in invitation. He should be careful inviting me in. I’m not ever going to want to leave.
Chapter Six
PHILLIP
I’m not sure how many hours we’ve slept but when I wake up, Audrey is tucked close against me, her back to my front with my entire body spooned around her.
She makes this tiny little hum of contentment, and I use the hand I have on her belly to rub up and down the bare skin. She’s so fucking soft and delicate as she cuddles against me, and I close my eyes, desperate to absorb this feeling.
The shirt I made her put on has bunched around her chest, and when my fingers move up, I graze the bare skin of her breast. When I slide them lower, the edge of her panties tickles my fingertips, and I trace the material over to her hip and back.
My face is buried in her hair with my other arm under her head so she can use me as a pillow. The way I’m holding her is intimate, and my body responds to her proximity. She fits against me like she was made to be there, and my cock certainly agrees.
Last night when she climbed into my bed, it was all I could do not to take her. I was a fucking saint and kept my hands to myself, but somehow while she was sleeping, she made her way over to me. What was I supposed to do?
The underwear she’s got on look cheap, like the ones you can get in a pack of ten. She deserves to be dripping in the finest silks and most expensive lace. Yet somehow these plain cotton panties are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t stop touching them.
She lets out another little hum of happiness when I slowly dip my fingers inside her panties. I feel soft curls between her legs just before I slide lower and touch her pussy lips. Biting back a moan, I take my fingers out and then bring them to my mouth to wet them.
Once they’re slick, I push them back into her panties and then between her lips. As softly as I can, I begin to rub her clit in slow little circles and close my eyes. She feels so fucking good and warm, and my mouth is watering to taste her.
Sneaking my fingers out of her panties, I lick them again, and I can taste her pussy. The flavor of her is so sweet and innocent it makes me want to do bad things to her.
This time when I slide back into her panties she’s wet, and my fingers slide into her. I can feel her tight little hole squeezing me as I push in one finger, then two. She’s turned on, and I can hear how wet she is as my slippery fingers move in and out and then over her clit. I’m so fucking hard that the head of my cock has come up through the band of my loose sweats, and the bare tip is pushing against her ass.
Looking down, I can see I’ve made a wet spot on her panties from where cum has leaked out and onto her. The tip is creamy with my need to get off, and my fingers flex inside of her at the thought.
“Phillip?” Her voice is still filled with sleep, and her thighs tighten, forcing my hand to stop.
“Shh, spread them for me,” I say in her ear. “Come on, baby girl.” She hesitates, and I kiss her neck before rubbing my nose against her ear. “Just let me get off real quick. All you have to do is lie here.”