Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 802(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 802(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
“He’s actually talked my son to sleep.” Dec props Albi onto his shoulder and takes my hand, walking us up to the front door.
“That was unexpected and quite lovely,” I say, reaching for Albi’s hat and pulling it down over his ear. “Will he sleep through until seven?”
“He better.” Dec disappears up the stairs as I hang up my coat, dropping my bag to the floor and wandering to the kitchen. I stop on the threshold, looking up the stairs. Bite my lip. Reversing my steps, I kick my shoes off and take the steps, following my nose to Albi’s room, finding jungle animals decorating every wall. I watch quietly as Dec strips him down and gets his floppy body into some jungle pyjamas before tucking him in, dropping a kiss on his cheek.
The moment he turns around and sees me, I know my face spells out what I want and need in this moment. His arms around me. His lips all over my body. His slow, careful drives as he makes love to me.
He slips his coat off and drops it on a beanbag, then comes at me with purpose and picks me up, carrying me to his bedroom and sitting me on the edge of the bed. His fingers graze my sides as he pulls my jumper up over my head and tosses it aside, then he presses a palm into my chest and pushes me down to my back. I reach for my jeans to undo the fly, but he pushes my hands away, planting one fist into the mattress and looming over me while he takes over with his spare hand, his eyes dancing, moving from mine to his task. His lashes flicker. His lips part. His breath gets louder. Pushing my jeans open, he dips and kisses the flesh just north of my knickers, and I melt into the duvet on a sigh, closing my eyes as I rest my arms over my head, blissed out completely as he trails his mouth up my tummy, past my chest, and onto my throat. His hum vibrates against the hollow, his scruff brushing my skin, my back arching into his chest.
“Take it off,” I whisper, reaching for the hem of his sweater and wrestling it up his torso. I need his warm flesh on me, suffocating me, swathing me. He pushes to his knees and rips it up his body, leaving his hair a crumpled mess, and throws it aside before removing his T-shirt as well. Dizziness gets me when his hard chest is bared, his biceps swelling when he yanks his belt open. I shoot up, impatient, and unbutton his fly, shoving his jeans down over his arse and getting my hands there, squeezing.
“Easy,” he whispers, standing and kicking his jeans and boxers off. He takes the waist of mine and peels them down my legs with my knickers, and I kick them to free myself, welcoming him back to my body. “Touch me,” he murmurs, falling to his forearm and taking my hand, guiding it to his arousal. A sharp inhale pierces the air when I wrap my hand around him, his eyes squeezing shut as I start to stroke him, watching him sustain the pleasure. “Fuck, that feels good.” His head becomes heavy, beads of pre-cum dripping onto my stomach as I work him. He opens his eyes and stares down at me, his jaw tight but rolling, his gaze misty and lazy. Nothing is said as we study each other, but endless words are being tossed into the air between our closed mouths. I love him so much. I want to tell him repeatedly with the hope that he may one day comprehend just how deeply. Show him every day.
On that thought, I bite my lip, rubbing the tip of my thumb across the tip of his erection, spreading the wetness, enjoying the continued strain on his handsome face. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers huskily, his voice doing unspeakable things to my already raging libido.
“I want you inside me,” I tell him, unabashed. “Moving slowing.” Connected. “All night.”
He groans and rolls his mouth onto mine, kissing me with conviction, the hardest he’s ever kissed me, and yet it’s still loaded with so much love and reverence. His body lowers onto mine, forcing my hand away from his length, and I grab his shoulders and moan around his lips, widening my legs and wrapping them around his hips, constricting him as our tongues swirl and dance, dip and retreat. The full, hard length of him pulses against my lower belly, yelling for attention again, and my internal walls scream in response. On a gasp and a curse, Dec tears his mouth off mine and pants down at me, looking dazed and shiny with sweat. “Turn over.” He hooks a hand under my waist and rolls me onto my front, encouraging me farther across the bed, away from the edge to give him room to straddle my arse. “I’ll be inside you in a minute,” he murmurs, dragging a fingertip down my spine, making my shoulder blades pull in. “There’s no rush.”