Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
The skirt was made of buttons, and he opened the first two, but there seemed to be a whole lot of buttons, and he didn’t have the patience. The skirt, however, moved past her hips, and with a small push from him, landed on the floor. Tillie kicked it out of the way as she also stepped out of it.
He stared at her, waiting, and Tillie once again put her hand on his waist, and then moved down toward his belt. She slid the belt loose, tugging a little as she did so. Next, she worked the button open, followed by the zipper, and she slid it down, so slowly it drove him crazy. She finally got it free, and then he was close to losing his mind as she sunk to the floor right in front of him.
All she wore was a bra and panties, both of which were lacy and sexy, and it was driving him wild to watch her. She licked her lips, and even that movement seemed so erotic to him. He struggled to focus as she pulled his pants down. The moment she got the pants past his cock, she seemed to pause, and he watched her.
His cock was hard and thick, even as it pressed against his boxer briefs.
Tillie licked her lips and then continued to pull his pants off, and then he stepped out of them for her. He expected her to get back to her feet, but Tillie was full of surprises as she wrapped her fingers around his ankle.
Neither of them spoke, and Luca couldn’t think of a single word to say as she moved. He imagined she moved at the normal speed, but in that moment she appeared to be going slowly.
Every touch seemed heightened as she moved in close and grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs. He didn’t stop her, even though he would have loved to have gotten her naked first. Tonight, this was for Tillie, and whatever she wanted she could have. Especially if it was in his power to give it.
She eased the boxer briefs past his raging erection, and he gritted his teeth at the pleasure she’d given him of the release from the constraints.
“Wow,” Tillie said.
His hard cock sprang forth and was almost pointing at her, or at least within her very direction.
He wrapped his fingers around his length. The temptation of her mouth was just so great, but he also knew she had never had a cock between those sweet lips. Luca went to reach for her, but she put a hand on his thigh, moving ever so closer toward his cock.
“I want to taste you in the same way you taste me,” she said.
“Tillie … I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not? You’ve put your mouth on my pussy.” Her face had gone a beautiful shade of red. She was so innocent, so pure, and all his. “I’d like to taste you.”
Luca wanted that too, but he didn’t know if he had the strength to be able to take it. Her mouth, untutored, and those precious lips wrapped around his length. There was only so much strength a man had, and it seemed Tillie was more than happy to test him to his limit.
He knew denying her was not the right thing. She deserved the world, and he was more than happy to grant it to her.
“You want to taste me?”
She nodded.
“Okay.” Luca moved to the edge of the bed and sat down. He knew his limitations.
Letting go of his length, he put both hands beside him. “I’m all yours.” He didn’t know if this was the brightest idea he had, or the fucking worst.
Tillie’s lips on his cock. There was no way he was going to be able to survive it.
She moved in closer, her hands going toward his knees, and she gripped them, staring up at him. He was pretty sure he spotted excitement within her gaze, and that wasn’t exactly helping him.
“I can touch you?”
“Yes.”
“Luca?”
“Yes.”
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” she said.
The sweet innocence of his wife. Luca didn’t know how he was going to be able to survive in one piece.
“Touch me,” he said.
Tillie wrapped her fingers around his length, in much the same way he had himself. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her fingers. Her touch set him on fire with need.
Seconds passed, and when he finally had control once again, he opened his eyes and looked at her. She waited, looking so fucking patient, and beautiful.
My wife. Mine.
“You can start by licking the tip,” he said. “Using your tongue, exploring me.”
She moved in closer and he felt the warmth of her breath as it fanned across his dick. He counted to ten, and then he had no choice but to clench his hand into a fist as he was so close to coming as her tongue touched him.