Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to be in control. Not tonight. Not this time. I feel like so much of our time together has been me trying to steer us to something that was inevitable. My head tried to convince me we’d never be here, but my heart knew better. Tonight, I just want to feel. I don’t want to have to think or make any more choices. Tonight, I want to be your wife, and I want my husband to have his wicked way with me.”
His cock twitches as a slow, sexy grin tilts his lips. “Not just tonight, baby. Every night, for forever, you are my wife.” He grips my hips, and before I know what’s happening, he’s flipped us, so I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me.
I widen my legs, making room for him, and he settles between them, exactly where he’s meant to be. Not sure where to put my hands, I rest them against either side of his face, cupping his cheeks. “I love you, Maddox.”
“I love you too, Brogan.” He drops his elbow to the bed, shifting all his weight to the left side, while his right hand ventures between us. “I need to make sure you’re ready.”
I laugh at that. “I’m ready, trust me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s supposed to hurt the first time, right?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want it to.”
“I trust you.” As I say the words, I feel them cement themselves in my mind.
“Just let me make sure.” He slides his fingers through my folds and hisses. “Fuck, wet silk. That’s what I’m feeling right now.”
He slides one long thick digit inside me, and I lift my hips, needing more. His lips find mine in a kiss so sensual, I feel like I could combust just from his mouth on mine. However, my husband has other plans. He adds another finger, and I moan because it feels good. Too good.
“You, Maddox. I want you.”
“You have me.”
“In-Inside me,” I pant. “Please. I’ve waited so long.”
That’s all it takes for him to remove his fingers and bring them to his mouth. He sucks them clean, then smirks as he kisses me again. I can taste myself on his tongue, and that makes me even hotter. I’ve imagined this so many times, but my imagination has nothing on the real thing.
With his hands braced on either side of my head, he pushes forward. I tense up when I feel him, and he freezes.
“Don’t stop. Why did you stop?” I ask him.
“You tensed.”
“Don’t stop.” I lift my hips, and he slides in a little further. “I want all of you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’ll make it better.”
“Every day, baby.” He slides in a little at a time, giving me time to adjust with each push of his hips.
“Just do it, Maddox.”
He nods and thrusts forward, and I feel a pinch of pain, but nothing at all like I was expecting. He bends and buries his face in my neck. His heavy breaths fall against my neck as I bury my nails in the exposed skin of his back.
“I’m okay,” I tell him.
“I just need a second,” he tells me.
“I promise you, I’m okay. You can move.”
He lifts his head, and his blue eyes, filled with so much love, stare down at me. “I’ve never felt anything like this, Brogan. I don’t know if it’s because there’s no barrier between us or because I love you so fucking much, but this… it’s like nothing ever before, and if I move right now, I’m going to lose control, and this is going to be over far too soon.”
“That’s okay, we have forever, right?” I ask, smiling up at him. My tone is light, and I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. It doesn’t matter how fast this is over, because we have the rest of our lives to repeat this night.
He huffs out a laugh. “That is most certainly not okay. You come first. Always.”
“What kind of rule is that?” I ask him, smiling at the way he’s always taking care of me.
“It’s my rule. It should be every man’s rule.” He slowly pulls out and pushes back in. “You feel incredible wrapped around me. So hot and wet. I could live here, inside you, for the rest of my life.”
“Well, how about unlimited access the rest of your life? We still have jobs and families we have to see,” I tease him.
“There is no one else but you. You’re all I see, all I feel,” he says, pushing back in. He’s finding a rhythm, and I love every second of it.
I want him closer. I need—I don’t really know what, but I know that I need something. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I hold on tightly, and he slides deeper.