Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Not a stitch of clothing on him.
My eyes zoom in on his massive erection, and I hear myself gasp before I moan quietly to myself.
Needing that more than I need a bath, but if he’s offering both, what’s a girl to do?
“Everything really is bigger in the country, isn’t it?” I tremble nervously, but inside I’m aching to feel every smooth line of his manhood fill me from my tight little pussy all the way up to my core.
He growls low in agreement, and I can see his arms are out not just to welcome me, but to get me out of my clothes so he can have his prize.
I can’t bring myself to think about leaving him. Not tomorrow, not ever.
But there’s no way I can let it spoil the most amazing moments of my life so far, either.
And once he starts to lift my sweater off and unbutton my jeans, the sure movements of his strong hands running over my body, which he always makes look so small, make me forget about everything else.
Forget that anything except Mack even exists as his mouth joins mine, and I finally feel all of his nakedness pressing rock hard into all of my softness.
Total opposites that fit together like day and night.
And neither one of us able to exist without the other, that much is obvious the more I feel his hands on me.
The longer I stay in his tender embrace.
Not even feeling it when my feet leave the ground, and he carries me over to the massive tub.
My whole day with him so far has been like walking on a cloud.
Feeling him lift my glasses off before he steps into the water, still holding me, we both groan and even wince a little as he lowers us both down.
“It’s hot!” he exclaims, but I don’t mind. The steaming heat from the water’s nothing compared to the heat I have for him.
And it’s clear Mack wants this to be a day to remember, so if we have a soak, and even lunch too by the looks of it, in the tub?
This cowgirl ain’t complaining, because I know if this is his idea of foreplay mixed with lunch, then him claiming me and making me his. Even if it is only for one day, is going to be unforgettable.
And if there ever was the perfect man, it’s one who brings you a meal to the bathtub.
But long before I even think about food, I remember everything Mack’s said about me being his, but right now, I’m more interested in his share of what he’s promised is mine.
Both of us slowly explore each other as we sit chest deep in steaming, fragrant water.
His massive hands know just where I need them, while mine trace each outline of his muscular chest and abs. Twirling the soft patch of silver hairs that get darker the further my hands shift down.
His constant hardness is smooth and warm, at full attention up out of the water, making it impossible to keep my eyes or hands anywhere else.
His low groans and my little whimpers of feeling like I could come a river if he even thought about brushing my aching pussy with those hands of his, fill the air with the scents of the bath as well as our own desire.
Without even trying, we’re keeping each other at the edge. And I’m a fast learner when it comes to feeling when Mack’s about to lose himself.
Long before I feel more than one little climax of my own, all from him just stroking me and holding me.
His deep voice echoes gentle words that rumble through the water, right up inside me.
Working its way past my boiling clit, all the way to my heart where I know Mack’s going to be forever. No matter what happens after today.
Mack and I soak like this for what feels like hours, even longer. But it could never be long enough.
He leans out of the tub only long enough to reach some food. Feeding me and watching me eat with the same satisfaction and arousal as when he sees me come for him.
I feed him too, and we devour both plates easily between us. Taking turns to share our meal this way until it really feels like we’re one and the same person somehow, even though we’re so different.
But once the plates are cleared and the water he’s topped up a half dozen times starts to go lukewarm again. We both know, without a single word between us, that it’s time.
I want my man to claim me properly. And I need him like air right now.
Like I’ll somehow suffocate if he doesn’t lift me in those huge arms, lay me down someplace, and give it to me like I know he wants to.
Like I need it after spending this long balancing on the delicious edge of arousal and what feels like a never-ending climax.