Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 142976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 477(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 477(@300wpm)
“I’m just used to doing all the tasks.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Cade,” she scoffed with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I could weave a mean thatch roof from palm fronds. I bet you’d do a terrible job and our roof would leak.”
He smiled again, another stunner, and without warning cupped his hand around the side of her neck, his thumb moved to tilt her chin upwards.
“I really want to kiss you right now,” he told her in an urgent undertone, the smile disappearing to be replaced by a brooding intensity that sucked the air out of the room and made it impossible for her to breathe.
She wet her lips with her tongue and his smoldering gaze dropped to her mouth.
“It drives me fucking insane when you do that.” His voice was a low rasp that sent a delicious shiver down her spine and instantly tightened her nipples and clit into hard, throbbing knots of sensation.
She moaned, the sound husky with desire and it was all the permission he needed.
He claimed her mouth without another word. She sighed—the sound loaded with utter contentment—and her lips melted beneath the scorching heat of his.
He now had her face cupped in the palms of both hands, as he continued to voraciously eat her mouth. His skillful tongue thrusting and parrying with hers, setting her senses on fire. It was all-consuming but she was right there with him, coming alive in his arms, arching toward him, her arms winding around his neck, as she plastered her chest to his, wanting more, needing everything.
He tugged her toward him and she went eagerly and enthusiastically. She straddled his lap, knees sinking into the sofa on either side of his thighs, and settled herself against the hard bulge straining against the seam of his dark trousers.
He was wearing a suit, while she was in thin cotton shorts and a pretty powdery blue camisole. Her bras were all getting too tight and she rarely wore one at home anymore, so when he finally relinquished her mouth to peel the top up it was to reveal her bare breasts to his heavy-lidded gaze.
She actually felt his penis—no…his cock, she like that word better, just thinking it made her feel all hot and bothered—jerk between her legs at his first sight of her boobs. They’d gone from b-cups to c-cups and her nipples had darkened and stood out in stark contrast against her pale skin.
“Christ,” he whispered in reverence, looking a little dazed as he stared at her chest. “They’re different. But still so fucking beautiful. I’ve noticed, of course, but never really dreamed…”
His voice tapered off and he ran his index finger down the swell of one breast toward the upward tilt of her straining nipple. He had a small frown of concentration on his face as he intently followed the movement of his finger. Fern waited in breathless anticipation for his touch, but he got sidetracked by the ruched edge of her dusky pink areola, tracing the circular seam with painstaking slowness.
He swallowed audibly, then licked his lips…
“Your nipples, Jesus, they’re the size of cherries. So, fucking ripe and tempting. Spectacular. I’m going to have to taste them,” he said, urgency in his voice, he swallowed again. “My mouth is actually watering at the mere thought of it.”
“Please,” she begged, wrapping a palm around the back of his head and exerting some pressure. “Please… Cade, I want that. Please taste them. I think I’ll go out of my mind if you don’t.”
She was barely aware that she was greedily rubbing her clit—also highly sensitized thanks to her advancing pregnancy—against his hard shaft.
Cade made a deep, satisfied rumbling noise in his chest that sent pinpricks of delicious sensation to her nipples and her clit, and engulfed her nipple—areole and all—with the searing heat of his mouth.
She cried out and wrapped her arms around his head, elbows digging into his shoulders as she writhed against him in an agony of ecstasy. He wasn’t gentle, his mouth taking deep pulls on her nipple, with his teeth intentionally grazing the tender skin and adding an extra layer of excitement to the experience.
He had her other breast squeezed in his hand, and after a few more thirsty tugs, he switched to the other bullet-hard knot.
Fern was sobbing now, desperate for more, but also not certain she wanted this exquisite torture to stop.
In the end, the decision was taken from her.
In one swift and unexpected move, he changed their positions and Fern found herself sitting on the sofa with her legs spread, and her husband kneeling on the floor between them.
Before she knew it, he had her shorts—with their convenient drawstring waist—off and tossed aside, with her thighs flung over his shoulders and his face buried between her legs.
And that was when she felt his tongue…