Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
But though I rubbed and teased and traced her little clit with my fingers and she moaned and rubbed eagerly against my hand, she couldn’t quite seem to reach the peak.
“I need more,” she complained. “Please, Kor—I’m so close.”
I frowned.
“I know you need to come, baby but the only other thing I can think to do is to suck your nipples or slip my fingers into these little bikini bottoms and stroke your bare pussy,” I told her. “Do you want me to do either one of those things? To help give you more stimulation?”
Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head.
“Oh, no! That would be…we would be breaking the Unbreakable Laws—wouldn’t it?”
We technically wouldn’t be breaking the Unbreakable Laws unless I full-on fucked her and came inside her…but I didn’t know if it was wise to say that. We were already going a lot further than we should…not that I wanted to stop.
“Then I won’t do that,” I told her, looking into her eyes. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Kor. Oh…maybe we should stop.”
With a frustrated little moan, she pulled away from me. Then she looked down at herself.
“Oh my Goddess, I can’t believe we did that.”
I followed her eyes and saw how damp her bikini bottoms had become…how the fabric was clinging to her spread pussy lips and the aching little bud of her clit.
God, I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees, pull that tiny scrap of fabric aside, and worship her with my tongue. I was sure I could make her come that way. And I wanted to taste her sweet juices. I could smell her heat in the air, and it was driving me fucking crazy.
“I was only feeling the fabric of your suit,” I reminded her, hoping to make her feel better. “That’s all. No rule-breaking here.”
“I guess you’re right.” She nodded uncertainly. “Um…I’d better get dressed again. It’s time to make something to eat. Are you hungry for that steak now?”
Not as hungry as I am for you, sweetheart, I thought but didn’t say. Instead, I nodded.
“Sure. I could eat.”
“Good, because I make a mean steak.” She nodded at me and gave me a fleeting smile. Then she scampered off, leaving me with an aching cock and the warm scent of her feminine need still hanging in the air.
TWENTY
VIVIENNE
Oh Goddess, I can’t believe I did that! I can’t believe I let him touch me like that!
Those were the thoughts rushing through my head as I hurried back to the bathroom.
The woman in the bathroom mirror had a guilty flush on her cheeks.
What was wrong with me? Why was I acting this way?
I didn’t have any answers—only a whole lot of guilt. But at the same time, I wanted to do it again. When Kor had been touching me, I’d felt a deep pleasure building…one I couldn’t deny and wanted more of.
Growing up in a strict household, I’d never been allowed to touch myself. In fact, the only time I’d tried—and had been caught—my father had tied my hands to my sides for two months every night before I went to bed. The lesson had stuck and had carried into my marriage—a woman’s body isn’t her own—it’s for the pleasure of her husband.
But Kor had just given me pleasure just for me, without asking for anything in return. And he’d offered to try and give me more by sucking my nipples or slipping his fingers into my bikini bottoms too.
Goddess, I could just imagine that—letting him take my bare nipples in his mouth to suck as he fingered me down below, those long fingers sliding deep inside me to caress and tease and fill my slippery little pussy…
No, stop it! Stop thinking like this—what’s wrong with you? I asked myself. I’d spent years never being interested in sex—feeling repelled by it, in fact. And my Heat Cycles had been nearly non-existent.
But now…now I felt all hot and needy inside. If I didn’t know better, I would almost think I was having a Heat Cycle now. But that was ridiculous, of course—I was over the hill and too hold to have another Cycle now.
Wasn’t I?
I was sure that I was, so I quickly stripped off the bikini, determined never to do something so wrong and risky again.
But when I got dressed again, it wasn’t in the boring, modest black dress I had first taken off. Instead, I slid into a short, tight red sundress I’d purchased along with the rest of my new clothes.
And I didn’t put either my bra or my panties on under it.
TWENTY-ONE
KOR
Was Vivienne wearing panties? I didn’t think she was. I was sure she wasn’t wearing a bra.
I was sitting on the barstool at the kitchen island again, watching her cook. I’d offered to help—I’m not a bad cook, I had to learn after my mom died. It was either that or live on spaghetti and tacos, which was all my dad knew how to make. But Vivienne had shaken her head when I offered to help.