Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 178343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 892(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 892(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
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When I get home, the Christmas tree is lit but the apartment is quiet. I know she’s home, as she messaged earlier to say she was, so I head for the bedroom, loosening my tie on my way there.
When I walk in, our bedroom is set with a dozen lit candles and my gorgeous wife is spread out on the bed in a full-length sheer burgundy nightgown with nothing underneath.
My teeth sink into my lower lip as I get to the foot of the bed.
“Are my eyes still deceiving me or are you really here looking at me like this?” I ask.
She moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue and throws her arms over her head.
“Come here and see how real I am.”
Fuck yeah.
“Tonight is a night of self-care. For both of us,” she informs.
“I like your version of self-care, wife. I wanna take a picture and preserve this right here,” I say, lifting both hands, pointing my thumbs and index fingers to draw a frame around her, “but a) I’d hate anybody to set eyes on it and b) I won’t ever forget how unbelievably gorgeous you look right now so there’s a picture right here.” I point to my temple.
She gives me the dimples.
“And the dimples.” I say gruffly, shaking my head slowly. “You’re everything to me, you know that?”
She nods slowly, eyes filled with emotion. “Ditto.”
She crooks her finger to beckon me closer, so I drop the blazer, kick off the shoes and toe off the black socks before quickly working to divest myself of the rest of my clothes as rapidly as I can. Violet grabs onto the headboard and holds on, looking at me with hungry eyes.
The clothes are gone, so my hands graze from her ankles straight up to her hips, taking the sheer fabric up to her waist.
And then my face descends between her legs.
I smell her body lotion. Her arousal. She’s soft, warm, smooth, and ready for me.
Her left leg goes over my right shoulder, then I hook her right one over my left before dropping a kiss on her inner thigh and then running my nose between her legs, inhaling deep.
And then my fingers tighten on her ass cheeks briefly before I begin to feast on her. I don’t start off slow or gentle, I’m fucking famished for her and she immediately squeaks in surprise at the onslaught of my hunger as I lick, bite, suckle, and taste her.
“Killian,” she moans.
“Yeah, baby. My girl, so fucking delicious.” I slide two fingers into her while suckling her clit, pulling whimpers from her.
Rock hard, I press my pelvis into the bed. I take her to climax fast, lightning fast, and then before she comes down, I’m flipping her to her stomach and ramming my cock into tight, beautiful heat. Fuck, she feels good.
I use my chin to sweep her hair over so I can access her throat. When I get there, I suck her earlobe into my mouth and let out a rumbling growl into her ear, saying, “My favorite fucking place in the world.”
She fists the bedding as I rotate my hips and feel her tighten around me. She tightens over and over, in time with my slams and I’m ready to go off like a cannon inside her far too quickly so I pull out and switch positions, rolling to my back and taking her so she’s riding me. I peel the straps down her arms so that I can reach her beautiful tits, then do an ab curl to access the left nipple. She falls forward as she rides me, so my head falls to the pillow and I keep her breast in my mouth while my hand snakes around and finds her ass. Rubbing my thumb up and down the crack of her ass while sucking her tit, I bask in the sensations along with the musical sound of her sweet little whimpers. She does not stop riding me, tightening around me, and then her fingers are in my hair and she’s climaxing a second time, taking herself there by grinding her clit down against my pelvis. I get my free hand there to tweak her clit before she’s done and her whimpers turn louder, almost desperate.
“Too much, too much!” She tries to detach my hand from her clit.
I release her nipple as my thumb slides deeper into her ass. “More,” I order and rub harder.
This takes her orgasm up a notch and she cries out louder than she ever has, sending incredible sensations straight through my cock, my balls, making me explode into her.
She collapses in my arms and then giggles.
“If I wasn’t already pregnant, that would’ve totally done it.”
I bark out a laugh and roll her.
“Apple juice?”
“Yeah,” she says sweetly. “Make it a double.”
On my way to the kitchen I double-take when I think I’m seeing shadows sprawling over the floor by the stove. I blink it away and it’s gone.