Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Easy,” she moans. “Don’t hurt me.”
“A little pain’s a good thing,” I say, kissing her hard, biting again. Leaving my mark, making sure my claim’s staked. Fuck, what am I doing? Really treating her like she’s mine?
“Says the guy doing all the hurting.” She wiggles as I go lower, her hands twisting into my hair. “Is this how you imagined you’d treat your wife?”
“Ideally,” I purr, pulling down her shorts, lavishing more kisses on her inner thigh, breathing in her scent. “What’s the point of another body in bed if you’re not going to enjoy it?”
“That’s… a really weird way to put it,” she says and sucks in a surprised, happy breath as I push her panties away, revealing her pink, lovely pussy, glistening in the starlight.
“So wet for me,” I whisper, cock pounding with excitement. “Fucking gorgeous.” I want to spoil her with praise. “You want me to lick you, don’t you?”
“Yes, please,” she says, licking her lips, cheeks burning bright red.
I roll a finger down the length of her, gathering her wetness before putting it in my mouth. “Are you getting shy on me?”
“I just—I don’t—” She writhes some more as I kiss around her gorgeous little pussy.
“Relax, beautiful. I’ll do all the work tonight.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.”
“What’s fair got to do with anything? I want you to come. I want your first experience of being my wife to be a good one. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she whispers, staring into my eyes. “Fuck, yes.”
“Good girl.” I lick her pussy, slowly at first, with a flat tongue. “Very good girl. Mmm, you taste lovely, beautiful.” More praise, more licking. I suck her clit until she gasps in shock then slide two fingers deep inside.
Her low moans are all the feedback I need.
I keep going, finding what she likes by careful teasing. I nibble and lick, suck and fuck her with my fingers, until she’s panting, her hips gyrating, getting lost as I keep going. She’s dripping down my beard and soaking the sheets, and fuck, I don’t think I’ve been with a woman like this before. She’s so wet, so vocal about what feels good, even though she’s not really saying a word—only whining, whimpering, moaning and groaning, and the noises are so fucking sinful, so fucking devilish, that they’re driving me to absolute insanity.
I keep going. Faster, slow. Teasing, fucking, licking. “You bastard,” she says, her breasts shaking with each gasping breath. “You’re going to break me, Finn, god, stop teasing.”
“You want to come, love?” I slide my fingers in deeper, shift up, and kiss her, make her taste herself on my tongue as I curl my fingertips against her. “You really want to come?”
“If you don’t get me off, I swear I’ll explode.”
I grin, bite her lower lip, and give her what she wants.
I lick her clit, sucking it as I fuck her with my fingers. She’s sweating, shaking, as the orgasm builds and builds. I’m relentless now, no more teasing, no more fucking with her, nothing but pure pleasure, pure bliss. It’s erotic, it’s carnal and lewd, those gorgeous little pleasure sounds she’s making. I keep going, eating her, loving her, until finally, she tips over that edge into ecstasy, her legs shaking, her thighs threatening to suffocate me, and I don’t stop until she’s stretched out on her back, breathing hard, staring up at the stars like her face is about to melt away.
“That’s my good girl,” I whisper, kissing her breasts, her neck, her mouth. “Lovely, good girl. You taste wonderful, and god, those sounds. Perfectly obscene.”
She turns even pinker. “I get a little loud.”
“I love it,” I say earnestly. “Don’t ever change.”
She gazes at me for a long moment before brushing her knuckles across my cheek. “This is how it is, right? Man and wife?”
“Crowleys don’t do divorce.” She looks away, eyes narrowed. I’m not sure what she’s thinking, but I can tell that was the wrong thing to say. I gently guide her face back to mine. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. Really, it’s fine. I think this is just a lot, is all.”
“You’re realizing that just now? The post-orgasm clarity must be strong with you.”
She grins, pushing me back. “Don’t be a prick.”
“Come here.” I gently get her shorts back on, tossing the panties onto the floor, before wrapping my arms around her. “Let me hold you for a while.”
“Can you leave the ceiling open? I like the idea of sleeping under the stars.”
“I’d sleep anywhere with you, love,” I whisper, not sure what’s making me say it. Maybe the taste of her on my tongue, the echo of her moans in my head.
Or the smell of her every time I take a breath.
I close my eyes, holding her in my arms, my wife, wondering if this really will be only for tonight.