Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
It was almost as if he expected me to run away.
“Who cares? We’re married. Let them know,” he said, reaching for my buttons. “We’re allowed to have as much sex as we want.” He grinned at me proudly, even though he wasn’t making a lick of sense. “And I want to a lot,” he added unnecessarily.
“Drake! It takes ten minutes to button and unbutton this thing!” I said, swatting his hands away. It was true. The dress was not particularly easy to get into and out of, mostly because of the long row of teeny, tiny, silk covered buttons. I’d been terrified of accidentally damaging them at every fitting. Smudging them. Breathing on them wrong.
Drake looked at me with momentary confusion then shrugged. He gave me a kiss and a sly wink, before lowering himself to his knees. I gasped as I felt him slide his head under my dress and kiss the front of my panties.
“Lace… very nice…” he murmured appreciatively, while sliding my panties down. Just a little though. My garter belt and stockings were in the way of actually getting them any lower than halfway down my thigh.
“Drake…” I sighed as he started to kiss me. He rained soft kisses down on my most sensitive area, before plunging his tongue inside me. I grabbed onto his shoulders, clinging to him, as he brought me to the edge of orgasm and… stopped.
“Drake!” He chuckled. My tone had changed. Before I had sounded outraged. Now I sounded needy. Desperate.
And I was.
“Just a minute, darlin’ wife of mine,” he drawled, blowing air on my tenderness. I whimpered, my fingers in his hair. He laughed as I gripped him hard — too hard — and finally rose to his feet.
“Bend over,” he commanded, gesturing to one of the matching twin beds. I’d always hoped for a friend who wanted to sleep over, but it had never happened. Sometimes one of the other auntie’s had a young female guest that shared the room with me, but other than that, it had always been just me.
I gripped the vintage wood footboard and cried out as Drake plunged himself inside me.
“Hush, girl. Unless you want everyone to know what we are doing,” Drake teased.
My only response was a moan.
“I want to see your face. I want to ravage you. Taste you from head to toe. But I don’t thing I can wait…”
“Keep… going,” I ground out between pants.
He reached forward and teased my nipple through my dress. That was it. I exploded into a million stars.
Drake bucked behind me, his low grunts spurring my orgasm on… and on… and on… I was limp in the knees by the time he stilled, my body still clenching down on him. He waited until the last of my aftershocks had passed before withdrawing.
He stood me up and tenderly kissed my lips. Then he carefully pushed my panties back up, giving my pussy a quick kiss that made me shiver. He smoothed out the skirt of my dress and stood back, looking me over.
“You look like a perfect lady. No one would ever know that you are such a wild cat in the sack.”
I burst out in a laugh as he kissed my forehead. He always surprised me. The man certainly knows how to keep me on my toes, I thought as I turned to the mirror. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes were sparkling. But he was right. I didn’t really have a hair out of place.
He took my hand and led me back to the party.
FIVE MONTHS LATER
Drake
“Do not even think about lifting that box, woman!”
I glared at my wife. My pregnant wife.
Apparently, we had gotten pregnant on our wedding night. Or the afternoon. Or the days immediately before or after.
It was hard to tell with all the scrumpin’ we’d been doing. Hell, with all the scrumpin’ we were still doing. I could not keep my hands off my bride. I never wanted to stop.
She lifted her hands up innocently, revealing the sharpie she had in one hand.
“I was just labelling it, Drake. I promise,” she said with a look of fond exasperation. I was getting used to that look. I got that particular look a lot.
It seemed that I was more than protective of my pregnant wife. I was downright fanatical. Obsessed even. I watched over everything she ate. Her sleep. I drove her to and from work and came back to eat with her during her break, making sure she got enough healthy food and to rub her feet for her. I definitely wasn’t about to let my woman do any heavy lifting.
She smiled at me and leaned up to kiss my cheek. She was so damned sweet, it gave me a tooth ache. I pulled her closer, kissing her long, hard, and deep.