Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“Let me help you.” He kneels down and reaches for the hem of my shirt.
The linen shirt is all I’m wearing. It’s the only protection I have. If he ordered me to take it off, I would throw the damn thing into the fire. He doesn’t, and I’m reluctant. He seemed to like my body before, but the arena changed that.
He pulls the shirt over my head, and I fight not to cover myself. I seek the connection between the two of us. If I can find it, I’ll know what he’s feeling. Now that I had the connection with him, being without it makes me feel alone. I wonder how much control I have. I try to brush my thoughts against his, requesting the contact.
“Shhh,” he whispers, getting under the covers. He pulls me into his arms. “Don’t be scared, love. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be gentle.”
So I’m not very good at this. He got the message, but not the one I thought I was sending. He thinks I’m afraid, not frustrated and nervous.
“Just kiss me.” I can lose myself in his kisses. The man knows how to kiss.
He smiles, generous lips tugging up before he plants them on me. He kisses me as he covers me with his hard body. We meet, skin to skin. I love the way he presses me into the ground. It’s not the most comfortable I’ve ever been, but something about being held down does it for me. I let my hands drift above my head and imagine he tied them down.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers as he leaves my mouth. His hands travel down my torso, making my skin sing wherever he touches me. “I want to kiss you everywhere. May I?”
“If you like.”
He kisses his way to my breasts. The kisses are gentle, like butterflies landing and taking off again. He takes one nipple in his mouth and curls his tongue around it. He draws on the bud, sucking and playing with it. I bite back a moan. It’s not as rough as I like it, but it still feels good. It feels fantastic. Beck plucks at my other nipple with his fingers. I imagine that he’s placed me in nipple clamps. He’ll tighten them to the point of pain, and then his eyes will heat as he studies me, trussed up and gilded for his pleasure. I’ll be his plaything.
His hand leaves my nipple, traveling down toward my pussy. He slides a finger through my labia. His head comes up in surprise as he finds the folds of my pussy already slick.
“You’re wet.” His fingers slide all around my pussy, delving deep and then shallow, as though he can’t quite believe what he’s feeling. “You’re soaking wet.”
I feel my face flush and try to pull away. He’ll take it as proof of my wantonness. “Sorry.”
He puts his hand around my throat and I stop squirming, and a fresh rush of arousal sparks through me. His hand is still moist from my pussy as he circles my neck. He can’t know what his hand collaring my neck does for me. He would be shocked if he did.
“You still want me.” It seems to break something in him, and he kisses me harder than before. He’s still careful, but he seems less tentative.
I can feel his iron-willed control. He’s using it to hold himself back. I want to beg him to let go, to use that will on me. I’ll love it. I’ll crave it. But I hold my tongue, knowing he doesn’t welcome that part of me.
Then I’m not thinking at all as his hand trails back down, and he starts to rub circles around my clitoris.
“Tell me you want me,” he orders.
My body tightens at the masculine will in his voice. “I want you. Please.”
“Yes, wife, I will please you,” he promises as he disappears under the blankets. He forces my legs apart, spreading me wide and placing himself between my thighs.
When his tongue replaces his fingers on my clit, I fight hard not to scream. His tongue slides all over my pussy, lapping and sucking and nibbling. He eats my pussy like he’s enjoying a rich dessert. I hold my hands tight over my head and pretend he’s tied my ankles down, too. I imagine that I’m completely at his mercy, and he has none. He licks from my clit to my pussy then plunges his tongue in. He moans as though he loves my taste and can’t get enough of me. He fucks me with his tongue. I press against him as he firmly strokes my clit with his thumb. I go flying, keeping my mind open so that I know he can feel my orgasm.
He rears up, the blanket he pulled over us falling to the side. He gets on his knees and purposefully slides his cock over my soaking pussy, moistening it. He pulls down on my hips, slamming me onto his pulsating cock.