Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I laugh, reaching for his shoulder as he dips down to slide his other arm under my legs.
He takes a single step forward before looking into my eyes. “I’ll be good to you, Gina. I promise this will be a night you’ll never forget.”
That promise only cements what my heart is already telling me. This night will live in my memory forever.
I stare into his stormy blue eyes. The color seems different in the light in this bedroom as he steps toward me.
We’re standing face to face with nothing separating us but a few inches of distance.
I undressed as he did, never tearing my gaze from his body.
With each inch of skin that was uncovered, I felt closer to him. I sensed his eyes on me as my blouse slid off my shoulders, and when I dropped my panties once my jeans were on the floor, a deep, audible groan escaped from between his lips.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” he whispers.
I drop my gaze to his stomach and then lower, my eyes following the trail of dark hair that leads straight to his cock.
“You are, too.”
He laughs. “I’m so hard already.”
He is, and large. Impressive, but I’ve imagined that for years. I’ve thought about what he’d look like naked. What his body would feel like pressed against mine.
“I brought condoms.”
I slide my gaze from his body to look at his face. “You did?”
“Hope is a powerful thing.” He smiles, and it’s slightly crooked. It’s endearing and punctuates the moment in a way I didn’t know I needed.
“Reality is even better.”
“You’re not kidding.” He chuckles. “I need you now, Gina, or I’m going to blow my load all over this floor.”
I step forward once and then again before I drop to my knees and circle his thick shaft with my hand. “This first.”
His head shakes as his hands rake his hair. “I want to taste you.”
“You will,” I assure him before I lick over the length of his cock. “We have time.”
“Do we have all night?” he asks.
I know what that means, and I know what he’s asking beyond the obvious question. He wants to know if I’m still planning on flying to Vegas tomorrow, but I can’t think of that now. All I can think about is him. “Tonight is ours. I don’t want to leave.”
Before he can respond, I suck the crown of his cock between my lips. I’m rewarded with a groan so deep that it sends a pulse straight through me.
“Ah, fuck,” he growls. “Like that, Gina. Just like that.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Gina
He circles my left nipple with his lips. The touch is gentle at first, but it changes quickly to something more. It’s not quite a bite, but it’s more than a lick. It hits me just the right way, sending my hips up in a circle.
“You like that,” he whispers.
“I like it all,” I answer honestly.
I liked sucking him off. I loved when he shot down my throat, and I could barely stand how incredible it felt when he buried his face between my legs.
He ate me with such tenderness and expertise that I came within minutes.
Now, he’s above me while he tortures my nipples with his teeth, tongue, and lips.
“You’ll like this more,” he says as he slides down my body.
I whimper in protest. “I don’t want that again right now, Daniel. I’m aching for you. I want…”
A deep, soulful laugh fills the room. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”
He settles between my legs, his hands moving slowly up my thighs. “You’re more breathtaking than I could ever have imagined.”
I listen intently to his every word and each sound that escapes him, wanting to save all of this to a spot in my memory that will never be erased or written over by another lover.
I don’t want there to ever be another lover.
He parts my legs farther, pushing gently on my thighs to expose my core.
His tongue traces a path over his bottom lip. “I do want to eat you again, but I want to fuck you more.”
“Do it,” I challenge because the ache to have him inside me is almost too much to bear.
His hand drops to my pussy. His fingers part my folds before he slides one up to circle my clit gently.
“That’s not fucking,” I whisper.
He laughs again. “It’s part of it, baby.”
The endearment warms me from the inside out. I close my eyes and let myself feel his hands, his words, all of it.
I moan when one finger slides into my channel, and a quick gasp follows at the sensation that another has joined it.
“You’re tight, Gina.”
My eyes pop open to catch my husband’s face as he stares at his fingers inside of me. I see desire there, raw need, and something more.
Maybe that’s my imagination wanting things, but it feels like I can see love in the way he’s devouring me with his gaze.