Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 142043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 710(@200wpm)___ 568(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 710(@200wpm)___ 568(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
Alessia licks her upper lip, and it might as well be my dick.
Fuck.
She peels off her shirt and lets it fall free onto the sofa, so she’s in her lacy cream bra, her dusky nipples straining against the gossamer material. She stalks toward me, tall in her heels, and swats my fingers away where they’ve frozen at my shirt buttons while I gawk at her.
“Let me,” she says, eyeing me from beneath her lashes.
“Be my guest,” I whisper.
Who is this siren?
She gently tugs my shirt from my trousers and continues to unbutton it.
Bloody slowly.
Each button.
From the top. It’s driving me crazy, my dick extending and hardening with each unfastening. When she’s reached the bottom, with a flourish, she pulls my shirt apart, leans forward, and plants a soft, wet kiss on my chest.
Fuck this.
I clasp her face between my palms and bring her lips to mine.
Oh, baby.
Her lips taste sweet, and they’re eager. Eager to please me. And it’s hot as hell. Our tongues caress each other, consuming and stoking our desire as I walk her back toward our bed. She comes up for air, runs her hands across my shoulders, and pushes my shirt off, so it falls to the floor. She runs her fingers down my stomach, through my happy trail, to the waistband of my trousers.
My girl is impatient.
I like.
And as she undoes the button on my waistband, I’m breathless, my dick hot and heavy. Pining. For her.
* * *
Alessia wants to taste him.
All. Of. Him.
She lowers the zipper on his pants and slips her hand inside. He hisses with satisfaction when she palms his thick erection.
She steps back. “Take them off.”
He grins in obvious delight that she’s taking the lead. “As you wish, wife,” he growls and slides off his shoes and socks, then removes his trousers and underwear in one swift move—so he’s standing gloriously naked… and ready.
Very ready. For her.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he whispers and drops to his knees, gently unfastening her shoes and slipping them off. He gazes up at her and unzips her pants, removing them with a gentle tug, leaving her in her bra and panties.
Slowly, like a green-eyed panther, he rises to his feet and kisses her once more, his tongue wet and demanding. Alessia breaks free and moves them around so he’s standing by the bed.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he murmurs.
“Let’s see what I can do about that.”
She grins, and planting her hands on the warm skin of his chest, she pushes him onto the bed. He laughs as he falls, startled by her sudden move, but props himself up on his elbows to enjoy the floorshow. She stares down at him and takes a moment to appreciate the beauty that is her naked husband sprawled before her. From his broad shoulders to the smattering of hair at his chest and his tight, taut stomach, to the hair lining his belly that she wants to lick. He looks delectable, his skin still sporting a faded tan. And he’s all hers.
His erection swells under her overt admiration.
Slowly, she shimmies out of her lace panties. Then, without taking her gaze off his glittering green eyes, she carefully removes her bra, one strap at a time.
“Tease,” he mouths, his eyes growing darker with desire.
Alessia relishes the effect she has on him.
She drops her bra to the floor and runs her hands over her breasts, still pinning him with her gaze. His mouth drops open, slack with needy lust, and she cannot resist a sensual smile of triumph. He’s panting when she crawls onto the bed, over and above his body. She grabs his wrists, holds them to the bed, beside his head, and peers down at him so they are almost nose to nose. “You are mine. I want you.”
“Back at you, baby,” Maxim breathes, and as she bends to taste his lips, she releases him.
His hands skim down her back, to her waist and then her backside, where he grabs and kneads her flesh with strong hands while they consume each other.
“Lady Trevethick, you have a fantastic arse,” he whispers, and she grins, nipping his chin before trailing kisses down his sternum, his stomach, over his navel and belly. His breathing shallows, and he tenses with anticipation when she sheaths her hand around his rigid erection.
With her eyes on his, she runs her tongue around him before drawing him into her mouth.
He closes his eyes and falls back on the bed, his breath hissing between his teeth in sheer pleasure. Gently, he places a hand on her head as she takes him. Up. Down. Again. Her lips sheath her teeth while he eases himself farther into her mouth with a groan.
She’s relentless.
Taking him. Higher.
“Enough,” he breathes. “I want to come inside you.” He’s hoarse. With want.
Alessia moves to straddle him, guiding him inside her in one swift move.