Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
At long last, every last stitch of clothing had been removed, and Alexander guided me to the bed.
“Sit, Maddie mine.”
The bed was high and my legs were short. A stool had been discreetly placed by the bedside for my use. I used it now, leveraging myself onto the mattress and turning to face him. Although I was growing ever more comfortable in my nudity and the passion between us, I nonetheless felt a bit shy, pressing my thighs together as I devoured my husband’s form with my gaze. If I had thought him magnificent in the moonlight, he was ten times more glorious by daylight, with every inch of his powerful body lovingly illuminated by the sun shining in the windows.
His chest was broad, his arms strong, his legs lean and muscular. I remained fascinated by the dusting of masculine hair covering him, by the way it felt against me. And also by his cock, which stood proudly erect, a pearl of moisture already seeping from the slit at the tip.
He approached me slowly, his eyes frankly admiring in a way that made me feel boundlessly beautiful, as if I were the loveliest woman he had ever beheld. I didn’t know if it was true, but when he looked at me thus, it was easy to imagine that it might be.
“How sweet you look, sitting naked on my bed, waiting for me,” he said, stopping before me and bending down to press his mouth to mine.
I kissed him with a moan, my own need for him already embarrassingly acute, opening for his questing tongue. His hands moved to my aching breasts, cupping them, his thumbs moving unerringly over my stiff nipples. I kissed him harder in response, threading my fingers through his hair. They caught in the leather thong he had used to tie his dark locks back, and I pulled it away, casting it to the carpet. He kissed a path down my throat and then lower, over my breast until he found the peak, his lips fastening over it to suck.
I watched him in fascination, this handsome man who was somehow mine. His eyes were closed, his lashes fanned out, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled the other breast. The pleasure was so sharp and wondrous that I moaned, arching my back. He withdrew to run his tongue over the pink tip, licking and teasing until I felt an answering wetness between my thighs.
But instead of returning to my lips as I had supposed he would, Alexander continued kissing down my body, over my stomach. He sank to his knees before me, gently caressing my thighs to part them as he went. His lips fluttered over my navel, then pressed to my hip bone. He was alarmingly close to my center in a way he had not been before.
“Alexander,” I protested. “What are you doing?”
He kissed my thigh and glanced up at me, the heat in his eyes enough to take my breath. “I want to taste you. Will you let me?”
Taste me? I didn’t know entirely what he meant, but my body was thrilled by the notion, my cunny clenching at his words.
“How?” I managed breathlessly. “Where?”
His left hand guided my thighs apart a bit more, whilst his right tenderly caressed my mound. “Your pretty cunny. I’ll put my mouth on you here.”
Liquid desire pooled deep within me. His suggestion certainly felt sinful, but Alexander was a patient, attentive lover. He had shown me how to find my pleasure, how to revel in the things we did together in the marriage bed, all of it so new to me and yet so incredible. I trusted him. Trusted him with my body, with my heart.
“Is that very wicked?” I asked, tempted to pump my hips against his hand, desperate for friction.
“No more wicked than anything else we have done together as husband and wife,” he reassured me, the tender smile on his lips banishing my hesitation. “If you aren’t ready for me to do so yet, you need only say so, Maddie mine. All I want is to please you.”
Still, I hesitated. The notion of Alexander’s mouth between my legs thrilled me. I felt a bit dizzied.
“Would you like it?” I asked, wanting to be sure.
He removed his hand and slowly trailed his middle finger along my seam, parting my folds until he found the pearl hidden at the top and swirled his touch over the swollen, eager bud.
“I would love it,” he told me, his voice hoarse with desire. “I’ve been dreaming of licking you until you spend on my tongue.”
He teased me with that lone finger, making me ache for more. The longing evident in his voice and countenance couldn’t be denied. His eyes were on me, feasting on me as he gathered the moisture from my opening and painted it over my lower lips. He wanted this, and I wanted it too.