Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
"What?" she asks, catching me watching her.
"Nothing," I say. "Just appreciating your expertise."
I watch her gather the seals carefully, setting them aside to fully cool and harden. I help her with the cleaning, and then Kleah is smiling at me again like I've just made all of her dreams come true.
"Thank you for—-"
I can't remember ever being turned on by someone's gratitude. But that's exactly what happens when I hear my wife say those words again. And the next thing I know, I already have her in my arms, and she's gasping as my tongue drives inside of her mouth.
The kiss deepens naturally. Her tongue mating with mine, shyly at first, then just as boldly, her need matching mine, and both of us are panting when I finally give her a chance to breathe.
"Gabriele..."
Her hazel eyes complete the rest of what she's asking, and my whole body turns rigid.
"Are you sure?" I grit out.
"No," she says shakily. "I'm not. B-But the one thing I'm sure of is how much I want you—-here."
My eyes widen.
"Now."
I can't believe I just heard what I heard. Or that she's asked what she's asked.
"P-Please..."
But the moment I hear her plead like she can't wait any longer—-
My control breaks.
And then there's no turning back.
I lift her easily, setting her on the edge of the work table, positioning myself between her thighs. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, drawing me closer, creating a delicious pressure where we both want it most.
"Tell me what you want," I murmur against her neck, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin there. "Tell me what feels good."
"Everything," she gasps as my lips find a particularly responsive spot. "Everything you're doing."
I smile against her skin, pleased by her honesty, by the uninhibited way she responds to my touch. My hands move to the hem of her sweater, pausing there in silent question.
She nods, lifting her arms to help as I draw the garment over her head. Beneath, she wears a simple bra, nothing fancy or designed to seduce, and yet the sight of her partial nakedness sends heat surging through me.
"Beautiful," I growl, meaning it with every fiber of my being.
Color rises in her cheeks, but she doesn't look away, doesn't try to cover herself. Instead, she reaches for me, her hands surprisingly confident as they find the buttons of my shirt.
"Let me..."
I allow her to undress me, to explore at her own pace. Her fingers trace the contours of my chest, the definition of muscle, the occasional scar from a life lived dangerously.
"You're..." she begins, then stops, seemingly at a loss for words.
"What?" I prompt gently.
"Magnificent," she finishes, color deepening in her cheeks. "Like something carved from stone."
The admiration in her voice, the genuine appreciation in her eyes, affects me more deeply than the practiced seductions of far more experienced women ever have.
"May I?" I ask, hands moving to the clasp of her bra.
My wife nods, breath catching as I release the fastening, drawing the straps down her arms. The garment joins her sweater on the floor, leaving her bare from the waist
I take a moment simply to look at her, to appreciate the beauty she offers so trustingly. Her breasts are perfect—full and firm, with dusky rose nipples that tighten under my gaze.
"You're exquisite," I tell her, my voice rough with desire.
She doesn't look away, doesn't try to cover herself. Instead, she watches me with those remarkable hazel eyes, open and trusting and filled with a desire that matches my own.
I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat, then lower, tracing a path down to the swell of her breast. When my mouth closes around her nipple, she gasps, her back arching, hands flying to my shoulders for support.
"Good?" I whisper against her skin.
"Yes," she chokes out, fingers tightening on my shoulders.
Encouraged by her response, I continue my exploration, using lips and tongue and the gentlest scrape of teeth to draw sounds of pleasure from her. Her responses are uninhibited, honest—every gasp, every moan a genuine reaction rather than a practiced performance.
My hands find the button of her jeans, pausing there in silent question. She nods eagerly, lifting her hips to help as I slide the denim down her legs. Her underwear follows, leaving her gloriously naked on the edge of the worktable.
I step back slightly, drinking in the sight of her—all soft curves and smooth skin, flushed with desire and gorgeously, unabashedly bare for me.
"G-Gabriele..."
Her voice turns my name into an entire language all on its own. She only has to say my name like that, and I already know what she wants.
"P-Please."
I comply, removing the rest of my clothing with efficient movements. Her eyes widen slightly as she takes in my fully naked form, her gaze lingering on my evident arousal.
"May I touch you?" she asks, the question so earnest, so endearingly direct, that it makes my chest tighten with something beyond desire.