Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 132791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“No,” I growled, a little too quickly, a little too harshly. “This is not about me. It’s about you.”
“Shouldn’t it be about both of us?”
She reached for my face again and slowly removed my eye patch. I held my breath, forcing myself not to look away and hide.
“I think you are beautiful,” she voiced out loud, to bring the point home. “And if I had to choose a husband all over again, I’d still choose you.”
I leaned down, taking her right nipple in my mouth, giving it a good suck. It was sweet and warm and smelled of her coconut body lotion. Lila arched, asking for more, and I used my left hand to tease her other nipple, tracing it with my finger, gently stroking and tugging, testing different pressures to see what made her toes curl.
Her tits were… Ah, fuck, was there even a word for this? I couldn’t get enough. My tongue lapped against every inch of her right breast, then moved to the left. All the while, she was squirming, thrusting her pelvis upward, begging for something she didn’t understand, and I didn’t know how to give.
I kissed my way down her torso, not because I remembered Rhyland did that in the video—I couldn’t recall my own bleeding name, let alone the tutorial—but because I wanted to know what every corner of her body tasted like. I ran my tongue along the curve of her waist, hands gripping her ass as she squirmed breathlessly—ticklish, duly noted—kissed her hip bones, nuzzled my nose into her pussy through her panties, inhaling deeply. I realized her scent was an aphrodisiac; it made my cock leak precum all over the sheets.
I wanted to rip her panties to shreds and gorge on her pussy without even knowing what it tasted like. But I had to be careful with her.
No, wanted to be careful with her. I’d won the most precious thing she had to give—her trust—and I wasn’t going to fuck it up.
I moved my hands across her legs, massaging them, working my way up; I sat back on my knees, snatching her right leg by the ankle, pulling her panties off.
Her pussy was a work of art, and I’d visited most museums in the Western world.
An achingly tiny triangle, protected by golden curls a shade darker than her hair.
No one taught her to wax, trim, shave, seduce. And yet she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I kissed each of her toes, maintaining eye contact. She purred and stretched across the mattress like a lazy cat. I kissed the inside of her ankle, moving south, to the back of her knee, kissing and lapping at her inner thigh, slowly, slowly, giving her the chance to stop me, to change her mind.
She didn’t.
My mouth watered the closer I got to her pussy. My cock twitched uncontrollably.
I stopped at her center, giving her a slow, earnest lick from arse crack to clit.
She moaned so hard I thought she was going to wake people in Nebraska.
Stroking her inner thighs, I started licking, using my free hand to feel for her elusive little clit. I wasn’t completely hopeless. I knew its general whereabouts. When I found it, I started massaging it.
My wife tasted incredible. Of clean skin and sugar water and an addiction I never thought I’d pick. My tongue dug deeper, penetrating her, my thumbs spreading her wider. She arched tautly, like a drawn bow.
“Tiernan,” she choked out my name, speaking it in her sweet, soft voice. “What are you doing?”
“Playing with my food,” I murmured into her core, knowing she couldn’t read my lips.
She reached for my hair. Gave it a good, earnest tug. I froze, lifting my head up to watch her.
“Shit. Was that too much?” I felt myself honest-to-god bleeding blushing. The fuck was wrong with me?
Lila snapped her head up from the pillow, face pink, eyes unfocused. She wrenched her fingers from my hair, yanking out a good portion of it.
“Why did you stop?” It was amusing, how I could hear her tone based on her sharp movements.
“You pulled my hair. That was our safe word.”
Her eyebrows slammed together. “I was close.”
“You were?”
“Yes. And I wanted to see what it feels like. Go back to it.” She pushed my head between her legs hurriedly, and I laughed.
I went back to work, picking up the pace. Every time I thrust my tongue into her, her muscles squeezed, trying to trap it inside. And every time my finger pad flicked just below the clit, she writhed and whimpered.
She was close again.
So was I.
Without realizing it, I was rubbing my cock against the mattress, seeking friction. Lila yanked at my hair again. This time I glanced upward before stopping. She thrashed and moaned with abandon. I continued.
Her hips jerked, trying to escape my tongue, my lips, my fingers, and I clamped a hand around her waist, pinning her to the bed.