Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 157175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
I slow the tempo of our kiss. I don’t need to give her instruction. Her hands find the fly of my trousers, and I kick off my shoes. I help her slide my trousers off, keeping up our kiss, and then walk her back to the bed. I take her down to the mattress and gently tug her up to the top. Our lips are still sealed, our tongues dancing slowly, breathing each other’s breath.
I don’t think she’s ever tasted so good, even with the hints of alcohol mixed between us. I come down to rest over her, taking my arms up over her head, leaving her hands free to roam my back, my arse, and eventually my face. She is lost. Consumed. I force myself to break our kiss, just to prove to myself that she’ll hate the loss.
‘Jesse,’ she pants, her hands grabbing at my hair, trying to get me back on her mouth. Then her legs lock around my waist, a demonstration that she’s not letting me go anywhere. ‘Why are you stopping?’ She blinks repeatedly, and the egomaniac inside me likes to think that it’s because she’s struggling with my magnificence so close up.
‘I just want to look at you for a moment knowing that I’ll be inside you again very soon.’
Her lips purse, her hands going to the waistband of my boxers. She pushes them over the rise of my arse. ‘How does a man of your age stay in such good shape?’ She cheekily pinches my bum, and I flinch on an epic grin.
‘Lot and lots of sex.’
A small giggle escapes her, and her short nails sink into the flesh of my arse. I grit my teeth, enduring the sharp pain. ‘I’ll have to take your word for it.’
‘You’d better take my word for it.’ I raise my eyebrows in warning as her hand glides softly through my hair, her eyes following.
‘Because it’s so good?’
‘The sex? Yes.’
‘I’m afraid I need proof, Mr Ward.’ Her browns land on mine with a bang, and the blood that’s been steadily filling my cock gushes in. Her lips press together, her hips flexing up, pushing into my colossal erection. ‘Oh my,’ she breathes.
‘You’ve felt nothing yet, lady.’ Down I go, lips crashing to hers, slow and steady suddenly forgotten. Wild hands feel down my thighs and start pulling impatiently at my boxers. I can fully appreciate her eagerness, taking my own hands to her knickers, but rather than trying to shove them down her legs, I rip them right off.
She inhales sharply but quickly adopts my method, tugging at my boxers. I hear a rip, but they’re still a barrier between my flesh and hers. ‘Fuck,’ I mutter, taking over, giving them a few brutal yanks.
And then there is nothing but skin. Nothing but the friction of my flesh rubbing all over hers as we writhe together, our lips and tongues clashing, our moans and hungry gasps blending, drenching the room.
‘I need to be inside you now,’ I tell her, shifting my hips to get the angle right.
It doesn’t take much guidance from Ava to get my cock resting at her throbbing entrance. She sucks in air and holds it, and I pull back to get her in my sights. Eyes on hers, I nudge forward a fraction, resisting the urge to pound straight in. ‘You ready, baby?’
‘God, yeah.’ She can hardly talk through her want, but she can move, rolling her hips up and taking a bit more of me.
‘Oh Jesus.’ My head drops limply, the feel of only a little bit of her stripping me of control. I thrust forward on a yell and hold still.
‘You fit me just right.’ She threads her hands through the hair at my nape and tugs me back onto her lips. ‘So fucking right.’
‘Watch your mouth, Ava.’
‘No.’
‘Okay.’ She could swear until she’s blue in the face and I’m red, and I wouldn’t give a shit. Because now. Now is everything.
‘Move.’ She sinks her nails into my arse again, egging me on. ‘Oh God, please move. You feel so good.’
I’m not the kind of man to disappoint, especially my wife. Nuzzling her cheek, I take her hands from my arse and thrust them up on the pillow, raising a little to get her in my sights. She’s panting. Wanting. Loving the feel of me inside her. I jolt my hips teasingly. ‘You want gentle Jesse, baby?’ I lick my lips, savouring the sight of her sweating. ‘Or should I rip you clean in two?’
She inhales, somewhere between shock and delight. ‘Which do I prefer?’
‘Depends on your mood. What are you in the mood for, gorgeous wife?’ Another thrust, short and sharp, makes her tense, snap her mouth shut, and hold her breath.
‘Just take me away from our nightmare for a while. I don’t care how. Just do it.’