Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
He stripped me standing before the mirror before losing his own clothes. Then he reached in and turned on the water in the shower before dragging me in after him.
Even with the look of displeasure on his face, his hands were gentle as he washed my neck and chest. “Don’t do this again. When a man marks a woman it’s for a purpose.”
What was I supposed to say to that? Nothing that’s what. He ran his fingertip over each and every mark until I was rubbing my knees together.
When he held my head in his hands under the water and kissed me like I was the most precious thing in the world I thanked my lucky stars that he’d come back for me. Then again he didn’t know about the case yet.
I cleared my mind and enjoyed the moment. Letting myself relax and just feel. His fingers were now between my thighs rubbing me oh so good until I was up on my toes, clinging to his shoulders.
He took his time washing me everywhere before getting down on his knees. My breath hitched and my pulse took off. I knew what was coming, how it was going to feel and was already on the verge of cumming before his tongue even slid inside me.
I played in his hair feeling more confident than I had the night before. He was in a teasing mood. I wanted to race to the finish. Craved the feel of his hard cock pounding into me just like before.
Instead he took his time cleaning out my insides with his tongue as if he’d lost something in there and was on a search and retrieve mission.
When he pulled me down to straddle his lap and I finally felt him slide up inside me I breathed easy again. We stayed like that, locked together under the water with our mouths and hips moving together, until going slow was no longer an option.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he got to his feet and stepped out of the shower with me still in his arms. He ran the towel swiftly over both of us before hustling me off to bed.
He laid me back on the mattress, which sheets had been changed I noticed, and got settled between my thighs. There’s something about a man looking into your eyes as he slides his cock into you. It was intense.
I saw so much in his eyes before he shuttered them, but what I’d seen made my heart trip in my chest. I felt like crying when he placed butterfly kisses along the edge of my lips and when he lifted me into him, I never wanted the moment to end.
It’s like he knew I wanted him to go fast, because
he kept it slow. I felt everything he did to me. Every vein in his cock seemed to rub against my soft feminine walls making me climb higher and higher. “I’ve decided I’m going to keep you.”
Vanessa
His words took a moment to register and once they did I found myself wondering about his choice of words. Where did he learn to speak like that? Straight and to the point.
I was thinking about that to hide the fact that his words made me giddy. It’s not like he was waiting for an answer. After making his announcement he went back to driving me out of my mind.
My toes went numb as my pelvis strained against his. I felt something building inside me. Something deep, dark, strong. And when he bit into my neck I flew high.
We spent the weekend together and I didn’t mention the case to him once. In fact he never even brought it up, which I appreciated but knew had it been anyone else they would’ve asked long before now.
Monday morning I felt kind of weird leaving his
bed knowing I was going to see him in a few hours across the aisle. “I’ll see you later Vanessa, drive safely.”
As he walked away from the car I wondered how long this attentiveness of his was gonna last. I know it’s the norm for people to start taking each other for granted after the honeymoon phase was over, but I was hoping we had at least a few months before that happened.
I’d already accepted that we were going to be together. There was no reason not to. He makes me feel alive, more alive than I do when arguing a case in the courtroom and that’s something I never thought could happen.
And most importantly, he makes me feel like a woman. When I’d had a moment’s jealousy at the thought of him treating his past women that way, I just came right out and asked.
“Are you always this way with women? So attentive? Or is this something you do to reel them in before the big change?” We’d been sitting up in bed where he’d served me breakfast.