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)
She shudders.
Don’t think about that!
Yet in these quiet moments, she wonders if she measures up to all who came before her. She snorts at the irony—all who literally came before her.
The thought is distasteful, and she doesn’t want to brood on it or spend all day in bed. She’s not tired, so she slips quietly out from under the covers and makes her way into his wet room to shower and clean off the last of their journey and the last of their fabulous honeymoon.
* * *
I wake to the sound of the shower in the wet room.
Alessia.
Wet and naked.
The thought is immediately arousing, and I bound out of bed to join her.
She’s standing beneath the cascade of hot water, her back to me and washing her hair. Her hair hangs down to her waist above her fantastic arse as she lathers the shampoo on her head. I step in behind her and gently place my hands on her head to assist her by massaging the soap into her scalp.
“Hmm… that feels good,” she groans.
I stop.
“Oh!” Alessia steps back, pressing her body against mine, but more importantly, my erection is resting in the cleft of her backside. I grin, and she turns her head, flashes me a bright, playful smile, and wiggles her arse, teasing me.
Oh, man.
“You want me to continue?”
“Yes. Please.”
I return to the serious task of washing her hair, spreading soap through her long tresses and gently untangling the strands. She raises her face into the cascade to rinse off the soap, and I reach for the body wash, squirting some onto my hands and rubbing them together to work up a lather. Gently, I slather the soap just over the soft skin of her belly then under her breasts, brushing the peaks with the tips of my thumbs. Alessia gasps with pleasure and arches her back, pressing herself into my palms.
Fuck. She has gorgeous tits.
I skate a hand over her body, feeling the supple lines and planes of her skin while I soap her. My other hand continues to tease her hardening nipples, my hand spanning slightly more than an octave as I tantalize each one. As they lengthen under my fingers, my dick gets heavier and heavier.
“You have beautiful breasts, Alessia,” I whisper and tug at her earlobe with my teeth. Reaching down, I move my hand over her sex, my fingers skimming over her clitoris.
She groans, leaning back, and extends her hands around my neck, her back against my chest. She twists her head and presses her lips on mine.
We kiss. Hot. Heavy. All tongue and desire—my cock still cradled in her arse.
Alessia keeps one hand tangled in my hair, moves the other behind her, and grasps my erection in her palm. She wraps her fingers around me, squeezing hard, and begins to slip them up and down slowly. Oh-so-fucking-slowly. Torturing me. My breath hisses between my teeth, and I walk her forward so her front presses against the dark slate tiles. “Now you’re clean. Let’s make you dirty.”
She frees me, her mouth slack, her eyes dark, and places her hands on the slate tiles.
“Shall we do this? In here, like this?” I ask.
“Hmm…”
“Is that a yes?”
She wiggles her arse against me, and I grin. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Carefully, I ease a finger inside her. She’s wet. From earlier? From now? I don’t care. She’s ready. For me. I tug her hips back. “Hold on.” And slow as slow, so she doesn’t lose her balance, I ease myself into her as she pushes back against me.
Yes!
Holding her hips, I edge back and then slide into her again, relishing every fucking centimeter of my wife. She lets out a loud moan, pushing back against me, and I take that as my cue and pick up steam, building momentum.
Harder. Faster.
Repeatedly. Loving the feel of her around me. As we both climb higher. And higher still.
Suddenly, I feel her contracting inside, and I brace myself, with one hand over hers.
“Ah!” she cries and spirals into orgasm, taking me with her. I cry out her name and hold her as I come…
Then we sink together to the floor beneath the torrent of water.
* * *
“How was that?” Maxim asks as he smooths wet hair off her face, then kisses her temple.
“Good. Very good.” Alessia grins.
“Yeah. For me too. I think making love to you is my new favorite pastime.”
“It is a…um…worthy… Is that the right word? A worthy pastime.”
He laughs. “It works. Very worthy.” He folds his arms around her and pulls her close. “I’m so glad you’re here, safe with me.”
“I’m glad too.”
“When I think of what might have happened…” Maxim’s voice trails off.
Alessia turns and kisses him. “I’m here. I’m safe. I’m with you.”
He kisses her forehead. “Good.”
Unbidden, an image of Bleriana, one of the girls trafficked with Alessia, comes to mind. They made friends in the back of the truck that brought them to the UK. They thought they were coming here to work.