Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
It was a good thing, too. Because my attitude was off the sassometer detector lately.
“Why did you wake me up?” I asked, but my eyes were busy checking out his hot bod. He undid the waistband of his jeans and my mouth went dry.
“You told me not to let you sleep all night because you keep waking up at four AM.”
“Oh,” said, not admitting out loud that he had been doing as I asked. My initial annoyance was being quickly replaced by something much… warmer. His fingers were gently stroking my body in that deliciously teasing way he knew drove me absolutely wild for him.
“And I am horny for you,” my normally soft-spoken husband said with a bawdy smile.
“Mac!” I squealed with a breathy laugh. I smacked his arm. But I couldn’t resist him and we both knew it.
He climbed on top of me and kissed me deeply, his tongue tasting and teasing me gently, then with more urgency. I sighed in pleasure as the heat of his broad chest pressed me into the bed, gently rubbing my hardening nipples through my worn in t-shirt. Gone were the days of cute nighties. None of them fit. But my husband was more than happy to share his t-shirts and flannels with me. And he told me how sexy I looked in them, too. He made me feel so safe, cherished, and desired, all at once.
HIs hands started to wander up and down my sides, sneaking around to cup my breast, squeeze my hip, or graze my sensitive collarbone. He gripped my head with both hands and kissed me even deeper, his hips nudging between my thighs so that I could feel the heat and hardness of him pressing against my most sensitive spot.
He was somehow careful not to crush my swollen belly, while giving me the pressure I craved. I wanted to ask him how he seemed to know what I wanted but I was too busy enjoying his attentions. His touch was magical, though. I knew that.
“Hmmmm,” I heard myself moan in a breathy voice. I wanted him. I never really told him that. But this time I did. I figured he might want to hear it from time to time, too.
“I want you too, woman. I always do.”
Then he proceeded to show me just how much he wanted me. He started slowly, pushing my maternity sweatpants down to my ankles and laying them gently at the foot of the bed. He pulled off my camisole and kissed my lips again before slowly moving down my body.
He licked my nipples, working each I’m turn until I was arching my back and writhing mindlessly on the bed. My breasts were so sensitive, I wondered if he could make me climax by kissing and touching them alone. He didn’t give me a chance to find out, taunting and teasing me by switching back and forth and carrying his tempo.
It was enough to make a girl scream in pleasure and frustration, each sensation bringing me more of one or the other.
I didn’t think it was possible to want him more. Not even in the beginning when it was all so new and overwhelming. He had learned my body over time. Instead of it making either of us bored, it had strengthened our bond and made the sex even dirtier, more tender, more intense.
I was pretty sure there were very few people on earth having sex as satisfying as we were. We always made time for each other. Our relationship was a priority to both of us, and it made all the difference.
Sex was a big part of that. So was cuddling. And doing stuff like taking walks and talking through our challenges, thoughts, and feelings.
Mac might look tough, but he had a sweet and gooey inside. I loved how sweet he was. How kind. How emotionally intelligent.
Not to mention being good at just about everything he did. I respected the man more than I could say. On every single level.
And he clearly felt the same way about me. I wasn’t sure the word ‘love’ even cut it. What we felt for each other was so much more than that.
He was my everything. Just as I was his. What did you call it when somebody became your whole, entire world?
DING.
Mac kept going, licking my outer lips and driving a thick finger slowly in an out of my quivering pussy. I hissed in pleasure as he moved up to my clit and nibbled on it like a starving man.
DING.
I groaned at him not to stop. He didn’t.
DING.
“Ugh, what is it?”
“You can answer it,” he said with a sorrowful look. He tongued my pussy again. “I am busy right now.”
DING.
“That is distracting me,” I moaned breathlessly.
“I can wait.”
“I can’t,” I mumbled.
“Check it and put it on silent,” he commanded, not stopping what he was doing between my thighs.