Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
No, I want more.
I give his hair a little tug.
He rips his mouth from my heat, looking up at me with glistening lips, and a small smirk pulls at my own.
“I like you like this, messy and below me,” I admit.
“I am forever below you,” he rasps, his need thick in this tone. “I’m not even on the same scale as you and your utter perfection.”
“I don’t want you below me.” My words are leading, and he finally catches on.
He licks his lips. “And where would you like me?”
“Behind me.” I consider what that means, what he’s going to see, but even the thought isn’t enough to keep me from asking for what I want. “On your feet, Enzo,” my voice trembles but it’s not in fear. Or maybe it is, but fear of falling harder than I should.
That’s what’s happening, isn’t it?
I’m falling for my husband?
Enzo groans long and loud as he squeezes my thighs, and in the next moment, he’s got his palms on the ground, crawling out from under me. He climbs to his feet at my backside, his tongue dragging from behind my knee, all the way up my spine. It’s erotic, my nerves firing off and making my skin prickle, and he keeps going. When his tongue grazes the first point of raised skin halfway up my back, we both freeze. Oh-so slowly, his mouth leaves my spine, and I shake a little for another reason.
What will he say?
Will he be disgusted?
The mood killed?
But Enzo surprises me when, with even softer strokes, his tongue returns, grazing along the scar from first cut to last. His lips press there, holding for two solid seconds longer than necessary, as if to soothe me, to assure me, and it somehow does both.
I forget all about my imperfect skin as he continues to explore it, my mind melting until all that’s left is Enzo.
He kisses my neck and I turn my face to the side slightly, where he instantly gives me what I didn’t know I was asking for.
Those lips, only this time his kiss is different. It’s long, languid strokes, like a massage for my mouth, and I moan long and low into his.
He pulls away slightly, his forehead pressing to mine before sliding down and resting on my shoulder. “You’re beautiful. Every bit of you,” he whispers.
A low moan leaves me, and Enzo reaches between us. A moment later, he’s at my entrance, his cock thick and so fucking warm against me.
I face forward, leaning my forearms on the railing as I bow my back some more, pushing my hips backward and forcing his swollen, mushroom tip inside me.
“Greedy for my cock, Little Bride?” he teases, pulling out only to give me back what I stole, teasing me with that glorious stretch of the head of his cock, only to leave me empty in the next moment.
A whimper escapes and I almost get embarrassed by the needy sound I’m not sure I’ve ever made for another man, but then he moans his approval.
“Yes,” he rasps. “Weep for me with that mouth, just like your pussy is.” His cock disappears, his fingers taking its place and sliding through my wet folds, driving his point home figuratively, and then literally when he shoves two fingers deep inside me.
I clench around him, and he hums, his other hand locked tight against my left hip.
“You need me, don’t you? Need me inside you? Need me to make you come?”
His words send a wave of heat licking across my spine and I shake, my nipples as hard as diamonds and aching to be touched. Sucked. Fucked.
“Enzo.”
“Right here,” he murmurs, the warmth of him back between my legs, slowly rubbing up and down my heat, the head of his dick gliding along my clit and making my muscles clench. “Is my wife ready to take her husband’s cock?”
“Fuck.” The tremble in my voice is obvious to my own ears. Clenching my eyes closed, I let everything go, just like he asked.
It’s just me and him and nothing else.
“Yes,” I admit, arching impossibly deeper, thrusting my ass against him in a desperate plea. “Make me ache.”
“Make you ache what?” His cock finds my entrance again, pushing in slowly, and a shuttered gasp escapes.
I push back, but he holds my hips still and repeats himself.
“Make you ache…what?” This time, his words are a silky command.
“Husband.” I find his eyes over my shoulder, tongue rolling over my bottom lip at the sight of him.
He looks like a man possessed, crazed. His body is clenched, his torso and pecs straining, his muscles convulsed like he just did an hour of straight core work. His veins are popping, and his eyes have gone black. He looks like the devil, and I want him to possess me.
I bite into my lower lip to keep from moaning at the simple sight of him, and then I give him what he wants. “Make me ache, husband.”