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 power she feels. It’s heady.
She leans forward and kisses the tip, and her tongue follows, sweeping over him. He tastes salty. Male. Of Maxim.
Mmm…
Maxim groans. And she sheaths him with her mouth, pushing him deeper and deeper.
“Fuck!” he exclaims.
* * *
I give myself one nanosecond to enjoy her lips around me—it’s fucking heaven, and I want more than anything to push farther into her mouth, but she takes control and does it anyway.
Oh, God.
Instinctively, I flex my arse, gently driving deeper into her mouth, and she clamps down a little harder on me.
Hell. Yes.
She pulls back and then forward again as if she’s done this before. And my resolve not to let this continue is a distant memory as I let her take me. Over and over. In her hot, wet, tight, sweet mouth!
My legs begin to tremble as I strain to contain my climax.
Hell.
She’s going to unman me.
Now.
* * *
“On the bed.” He leans down. “As much as I want to do this, I will come very quickly in your mouth if—”
Alessia swats his hands away, silencing him.
She wants him.
All of him.
In her mouth.
“Alessia!” He cradles her head. “I’m going to come!”
She looks up at him from beneath her lashes as he tips his head back and lets go, his warm, salty seed spilling down her throat. She swallows, a little shocked but triumphant that she’s done this. She eases back, releasing him, and wipes the back of her hand across her mouth.
As Maxim gasps for breath, he turns blazing eyes on her, reaches down, helps her to her feet, and folds her in his embrace. He kisses her hard and fast, his tongue exploring her mouth, taking all she has to give and surely tasting his seed.
“I love you so much,” he breathes.
“I love you,” she answers, feeling on top of the world.
She did it!
It!
Finally!
He grins. “How was that?” he asks, and she hears his hesitancy.
“Good.” She bites her bottom lip. “For you too?”
“Oh, baby. That was mind-blowing. We can do that anytime. Now you’d better go to the bathroom and… do what you need to do. Bring a towel back with you.”
She smiles.
* * *
I watch her sashay into the en suite. My cock—game once more—twitches in appreciation as her arse looks like fucking poetry in a thong.
Maybe Yeats or Wordsworth.
My wife is full of surprises.
Who knew she’d be able to quote Yeats?
Who knew she’d be up for giving head on her knees?
Sweet Alessia.
Grinning and giddy with delight, I draw back the duvet and, on a whim, return to the drawing room, gather up our glasses, and place them on the tray with the ice bucket, champagne, and strawberries. On my return to the bedroom, I place the tray on our bedside table as Alessia opens the en suite door and leans against the frame. She’s naked except for a towel.
“More champagne?” I offer. She shakes her head, and I watch her gaze travel the length of my body.
My dick responds in greeting, ready and willing for more.
Wow! Quick recovery or what!
“All I want is you,” she whispers.
“I’m all yours.” I open my arms, and she strolls toward me, opening the towel as she does. I slip my arms around her, and she wraps us both in the soft material.
“Big towel,” I murmur.
She giggles. “Big…”
“Room? Head? Dick? What?”
“Dick,” she whispers.
And I laugh. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
She giggles once more, and my restless cock can wait no longer. Taking her head in my hands, I press my lips to hers, and she opens her mouth, seeking my tongue. I willingly oblige, and as I walk her back toward the bed, we kiss, all tongues and lips and breath, until I’m ready to explode again. I come up for air, and Alessia is breathless too.
“Bed,” I whisper, and together we fall onto the mattress.
* * *
Alessia tumbles onto the bed, the towel beneath her, and Maxim looms on top of her, but his hands support his weight.
“Now I’ve got you where I want you,” he whispers and nuzzles between her breasts. “Are you sore?”
“No.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes!” she says. Emphatic.
* * *
I lean up on my arms and look at her. The last time we did this, she had grazes and bruises and God knows what covering her body. But now, she lies beneath me, her hair fanned in a dark mane across the pillow, her eyes shining with love and lust, and there’s not a mark on her. She reaches for me, running her fingers through my hair and tugging, bringing me back to half-lie on the softness of her body—my dick cradled between us, against her belly.
But it, like me, is yearning to be inside her.
I kiss the underside of her breast and leave a trail of kisses up to its peak. She tugs on my hair, and I close my lips around her nipple and suck. Hard—feeling it firm and elongate beneath my lips and tongue. I tug gently, and Alessia groans and writhes beneath me, her hips rising and pressing against me. I repeat the action again and again and move to its twin.