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)
The bedroom is decorated in muted creams, minimalist and modern, but Alessia hardly notices as Maxim slides her down his body and sets her on her feet. His fingers move to her hair, and he carefully removes the pins—freeing her hair lock by lock. She closes her eyes, relishing his tender care—and also surprised by it.
But her thoughts nag her.
Tell him.
No. She can’t yet. She’s enjoying this too much.
“There, that’s the last of them, I think,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire as he catches a strand and winds it around his fingers. “So soft.” He tugs gently, bringing her closer, and kisses the lock before releasing it. “Now, this sensational dress.” With a hand at her nape, the other on the zipper, he kisses her once more as he drags the zipper down.
Alessia gasps and crosses her hands over her chest so her dress doesn’t fall to her feet.
Tell him.
“Maxim, I… I’m…”
He stops, his brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?”
She flushes and clutches her dress to her breasts while staring down at the brilliant diamond nestled next to her wedding ring on her finger. “I’m bleeding.”
“Ah,” he says and tenderly tilts her chin up, and she’s expecting him to be disappointed, or worse, disgusted, but all she sees is his relief, and concern. “Do you feel okay?”
“Yes. I am fine.”
“We can wait, if you want…” He kisses the corner of her mouth, then murmurs against her lips, “But just so you know, that doesn’t bother me.”
“What?”
“I still want you.” He trails feather-light kisses along her jaw.
“Oh,” Alessia breathes, and she’s momentarily stunned.
Can they? Even if…?
Maxim smiles and caresses her cheek with his fingertips. “I’ve shocked you. Beautiful Alessia. I’m sorr—”
Before he can finish, Alessia lifts her hands, releasing her dress so it slides down to her waist, hitching at her hips, and she encloses his face between her palms and guides his lips to hers.
* * *
I catch a tantalizing glimpse of a pretty, lacy bra. But Alessia’s lips are on mine, her tongue insistent, and she’s pressing her body against me. Closing my eyes, I surrender to her ardour, my fingers in her hair as I hold her to me. Any hesitancy she had about continuing seems a distant memory.
When she pulls away, we’re once more breathless, and my dick is straining against my fly.
Fuck.
“What do we do?” Her voice is husky.
It takes me a nanosecond to realize what she’s talking about as I step back to behold the vision that is my wife in pretty underwear. “Take your dress off.”
She inhales sharply and considers me, her eyes straying from mine to my mouth and then down my body to the hardening bulge at my crotch. With a coy but victorious smile, she shimmies out of her dress so that it skates past her hips and down her thighs to reveal a tiny white lace thong and stockings.
My mouth is suddenly arid, and I’m sure it hangs open in awe as my trousers get tighter by the second.
“Now you,” she whispers while draping her dress over the chaise longue.
Quickly, I step out of my shoes and peel off my socks, then undo the remaining buttons of my shirt that Alessia abandoned. I make short work of my cuff links, slide my shirt off, and discard it with the rest of our clothes on the chaise.
“Pants,” she prompts, her dark eyes shining and dropping below my waist.
My wife is demanding.
I like it.
With a deliberate leisurely pace, I undo my belt, and she laughs and steps forward to help.
Yes!
She undoes the button, unzips my fly, and drags my trousers down, kneeling at my feet.
Fuck.
A vision of my cock in her mouth while she’s on her knees comes unbidden to my mind as we lock eyes. With huge, dark eyes, she reaches up to drag down my underwear… and I watch. Spellbound. And hard. Almost unbearably hard as she tugs down my pants and frees my enthusiastic dick.
Her eyes stray from mine to my cock.
“Alessia,” I whisper… and I know it sounds like a plea.
* * *
Alessia kneels up, grasps Maxim’s erection, and tightens her fingers around him. He’s velvet-smooth and rigid in her hand as he gasps and closes his eyes. Alessia knows this is what he wants… It’s what she wants too. She’s been too shy to do this until now, but she wants to please him, in every way. His lips part, but he seems to have stopped breathing, his body taut with anticipation as he stands over her. She slowly moves her hand up and down like he’s shown her before, and gently he places his hand on her head. When he opens his eyes, they’re green fire.
His reaction ignites her desire, tightening muscles in the pit of her belly. She loves turning him on. He’s used his tongue and his lips on intimate parts of her body often enough, and she’s wanted to do this for so long to him. For him. She leans in, her eyes still on his, and runs her tongue over her top lip, watching him closely. He’s enthralled, his eyes searing hers. He’s captivated and entirely at her mercy.