Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
I wanted to ask what it meant for the future, if they’d be a threat we had to worry about down the line, but I didn’t want to pester the man when he was barely out of anesthesia. Instead, we thanked him again, and I walked out of the hospital holding firmly onto the hand of my very alive, very brave husband.
46. London
Was there a pleasanter way to wake up than to my husband pressed against my back and his hand down my underwear, his fingers rolling over my clit?
No, I think not.
It was a perfectly delicious way to greet a new day, especially since we hadn’t had sex in the two weeks since I’d fallen down a flight of stairs. I’d wanted to, but Murray was still afraid I wasn’t healed enough. I’d promised him I was and felt like I was wearing him down. Then last night Murray had a gig with the guys at the Lantern, and I’d fallen asleep before he came home.
Apparently, we were done with the wait this morning.
“Yes,” I moaned, arching into his touch now.
“A ghràidh,” he groaned in my ear. “I’ve missed you.”
I panted, “I’ve missed you too.”
Seconds later he’d donned protection and pushed his cock into me, my underwear and sleep shorts pushed just far enough down my thighs to give him access. I gasped, turning my mouth into my outstretched arm to muffle the sound as Murray rocked inside me. I’d never had sex on my side before and the angle of his penetration was … the man was hitting my G spot for sure, because the answering coiling tension was too fast, too much, too everything!
He gripped my face, turning my head so he could take my mouth. Murray’s tongue licked at mine, and his cock kept hitting that perfect bundle of nerves with every gentle thrust. He slid his fingers over my clit and I broke the kiss, struggling to draw breath as sensation overtook me. His lips moved to my ear. “We’re alone,” he reminded me roughly. “You can be as loud as you want.”
I’d forgotten that Kelly had spent the night at her friend’s house.
I let out a guttural moan that made Murray’s hips flex faster against my ass. “Yes,” he huffed harshly. “Fuck, yes.”
I grasped at his arm as his hand rubbed hard at my clit, my cries growing louder, hoarser, and it seemed to make Murray lose his ever-loving mind. The gentle rocking turned to deep, grunting thrusts, pushing me closer and closer to the precipice.
“Murray!” I cried out as explosion spread through my center.
My inner muscles pulsed around his hardness as I came but as quickly as the sensation started, Murray withdrew. I found myself flipped onto my stomach. “Is this okay?” He growled in my ear, his hands braced above my head on the pillow.
I shivered with excitement and nodded on a moan, one that grew louder as he grabbed my hip with one hand and jerked my ass up into his thrust. Just like that my orgasm grew into another, my cries of pleasure filling the room as I braced myself on my elbows and took him deep. Until Murray I didn’t know fucking could be this intimate. But I always felt close to him, whether he was staring into my eyes or taking me hard on all fours.
“A ghràidh,” he groaned. “I need …” His words trailed off.
“Say it,” I begged, wanting him to be as free with me as I felt with him. I knew he held back, always checking in, but I was safe with him. I trusted him.
“I … fuck, I just … I need you to come around me. Squeeze me like before.”
My inner muscles clenched around him and he smoothed a hand down my damp back.
“We good?”
“Mmm.” I nodded frantically, pushing against his drives.
“Do you know how hard you make me, woman? I feel like a teenager again, aching for your tight, wet heat all day, every day.”
I cried out at his words, the tension coiling tighter, tighter … He’d been holding back for sure. Glancing over my shoulder, I stared up at him, flushed and panting. “Murray!”
Murray’s gaze was fierce, harsh with desire. “I want to spend all day inside you. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Just like that, I did, slumping onto my stomach as the waves took me.
Murray swelled and throbbed, shuddering against my ass, following me into the climax.
We collapsed onto the bed, Murray still inside me, pulsing with the little aftershocks against my own. My husband smoothed a hand up my back, over my cami, to sweep my hair off my sticky neck. He peppered kisses across my shoulders, his beard tickling me.
“You trust me,” he stated, his voice filled with awe.
I eased off him so I could turn in his arms, lifting my thigh over his so I could bury close. “Fully and always.” Smoothing my hand through his beard, I shivered with building need. “You make me insatiable. I want you inside me again.”