Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
I know there will be a lot of moments from tonight that I will remember for days to come, but I think the most memorable one will be him, coming inside of me. And then wrapping his arms around me and tucking his face in the crook of my neck, sighing.
Long and hard.
As if after eight years, he’s finally home.
HIS BREATHS ARE the first thing I hear.
They are what wakes me up. All heavy and harsh, growling. I open my eyes and there he is, all lit up by the first light of dawn, kneeling over me. With his hand on his cock and his eyes on my naked curves.
My tits to be exact.
God, he’s so beautiful like this. All sweaty and tanned, his eyes feverish, his chest heaving. His biceps bulging and twitching with his movements. Is that what he looks like when he jerks off over my sleeping body? As if he’s in a trance, unaware of everything around him except me: The most beautiful thing in the world. The most tempting, the most perfect.
I know he said that to me last night, but I didn’t believe it. Not until right this moment. Not until I caught him in the act. I don’t think he knows that I’m awake. It feels like intruding almost. Especially when his other hand, the one tugging at his balls, creeps up and he rubs himself on the chest, restlessly, almost shaking with the sensation. Or when he rubs his throat like he’s getting too hot and sweaty. So much so that his breaths are misting everything up and he has to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
Before he spits on the palm of it.
On the very hand he was rubbing his body with and oh lord, now he’s using the same hand to blow himself. While his other goes down to his balls as he leans back some, thrusting up his pelvis. Humping the air, going up and down like he’s actually fucking.
Like he fucked me last night.
In the back of my mind, I’m thinking how easy it is to think these words now, without blushing, without blinking an eye. I guess I’m really not a virgin anymore. I’m really his.
His wife.
And that thought makes me so horny, so restless that I writhe on the bed, twisting in need. Which is what alerts him that I’m awake and his eyes snap up to mine. I should look away now, shouldn’t I? I should be respectful of his space, give him privacy, but the thing is I don’t want to. I don’t want to have any secrets from him, and I don’t want him to have any secrets from me. And I know it’s crazy, but that’s how I feel and I want him inside of me right now.
Right this second, or I’ll pass out from this lust.
I’ll get crushed under its weight and the weight of his stare. So maybe that’s why he says, all gruffly and low, “Touch yourself.”
My eyes go wide in shock, but I don’t think I’m as embarrassed at his request as I should be. Because first, he hasn’t stopped touching himself. No, in fact, I think his hand has sped up and his jaw has clenched harder at being caught as if it’s the hottest thing ever. Being caught by me while he’s doing things to himself.
And second, I am horny. Even though I’ve never done this in front of anyone, it makes total sense to do it now in front of my husband. So keeping my eyes on him, I unclench my hand from my side, bring it down to my tummy. I widen my legs some more and twisting my hips again, touch my pussy. The moment I do, I feel an electric current passing through me because gosh, I’m so wet. So so so wet. I’m all slippery down there. And so fragile-soft. Softer than velvet. Softer than roses and more swollen than I’ve ever been.
I wonder what I look like to him right now. Probably all slutty and whorish, my legs spread and my pussy dripping. But it’s okay. Not only because I don’t mind being slutty when it comes to him, but also because what he’s seeing, he’s liking.
He’s loving it because he’s shaking.
There are great big shakes that run through the length of his body, making his hips jump and movements all haphazard. And his breaths have become all choppy and broken. I think more than my own fingers, he’s the one who’s turning me on, and he’s the one who’s going to send me over the edge.
I’m proven right when on a groan, he begins to come. His entire frame shudders and I notice his ruddy cock jump in his fist as it spills cum all over my body, my trembling belly and my shivering thighs. Even my hand that’s playing with my pussy, and then I’m coming too. I’m moaning and writhing and arching right before his eyes as I feel his orgasm sliding down my fingers, mixing with my own juices, all hot and musky. Making everything even more slippery and drenched.