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)
“Be gentle,” I whisper, referring not only to my body but my heart.
He pumps his fingers into me slowly. “I will, for now. I can’t promise that when I feel this beautiful pussy wrapped around my cock.”
I moan loudly because the need is a weight I can’t bear for a second more. “Please, Daniel.”
I don’t have to ask again. He moves quickly, shifting his body, lining up his sheathed cock, and with a solid push and a grunt, I feel him in a way I have always wanted, even when I couldn’t admit it to myself.
“Fuck, yes.” His head drops so his lips can meet mine. “This is my heaven.”
He takes me slowly at first but then moves us both without losing contact. My legs are pressed against his chest. His cock is buried so deeply within me that there’s a bite of pain each time I feel the stretch as he plunges into me.
He fucks me hard, each pulse of his body into mine, luring a sound from my lips that I’ve never heard before.
As I near my release, I cry out his name.
He ups the pace, grunting out my name in a chant that sends me over the edge.
He follows with a heady sound from deep within before he collapses on top of me, whispering words of gratitude that reflect everything I feel inside.
Hours later, light kisses pepper their way down my back.
Every muscle in my body is sore in the most delicious way.
“What are you doing?” I whisper the question with a lilt in my tone.
“Heading to my heaven,” he answers in a growl before he pushes me onto my stomach. “I want to taste you like this.”
I don’t argue because Daniel’s tongue is officially one of my favorite parts of him. That and his cock, and his eyes, and…
“Ohhh,” I draw out that one word as he bites the left cheek of my ass. “That hurt.”
“In the best way,” he says with confidence. “Ass in the air, Gina.”
I do it immediately, parting my legs in the process. I sense movement behind me as he gets on his back, sliding his way underneath me.
“Lower, baby.” He grips my hips with both hands, tugging me down. “Sit on my face.”
I inch down but then pull back up immediately, teasing him.
His hand rises before it lands with a sharp slap on my ass.
I can’t help but squirm as a low moan escapes me.
“I need to taste you.” His voice doesn’t disguise the need he feels. “As soon as you come on my face, I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Promises, promises.” I laugh.
He pulls me back so hard that my hands leave the bed. I’m almost upright, looking down at his eyes as I watch his lips move to take my clit between them.
My hand drops to his hair. “Oh my god.”
He moves slightly and growls out two words. “Watch me.”
I do, but before a single minute passes, my eyes are closed again, my neck is arched back, and I’m riding my husband’s face to another release.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Daniel
“I don’t think your blouse will fit me, Gina.”
She turns abruptly, sending her messy hair flying over her shoulder.
My wife looks well-fucked and satisfied. I take pride in that, and I want more of it. Much more.
As she sits on the window seat in the bedroom, she tugs on one of the sleeves of my button-down shirt. “I think this fits me perfectly.”
She’s right. It does.
If I have to drive back to Manhattan half-naked, I will.
I want her in my shirt and my bed. Fuck, I want her in my life every single day going forward.
“Do you want me to take it off?” she smiles, tilting her head.
“If you do, we’ll end up back in bed.”
“I like the sounds of that, but…”
Her words trail, and it feels as though reality sucker punches me.
My gaze drops to my watch. It’s just past five in the morning. Sunday morning. If we leave New Haven now, she’ll still make her flight out of New York to Las Vegas.
I assumed that when she agreed to stay last night, that meant the annulment was off of the table, for now.
“But, what?” I face it head-on. “But, what, Gina?”
“We need to talk, Daniel.”
I slide both palms over my thighs before I take a seat on the edge of the bed facing her. I should put on pants for this, but at least I’m wearing my boxer briefs, so I don’t feel completely vulnerable.
It’s not dawn yet, but the darkness is fading behind her, giving way to what will soon be daybreak. Long Island Sound is just beyond my reach up here, but I know that every time I come to this condo in the future, I’ll take a walk to the dock and stare out at the water.
“Talk,” I say because I’m impatient, and dread has crept over my body, tensing my shoulders and jaw.