Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 22647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
She distracted me extremely well, though.
The feel of her soft, strong fingers massaging my scalp, scratching it lightly with her long fingernails.
She knew how much I loved that.
I groaned in bliss.
My lips ran along her ribs, soft against soft, as I was finally able to get the door knob turned.
I didn’t make it far inside, though.
Two steps in, I kicked the door closed with a bone jarring rattle, and dropped down to my knees all in one motion.
One fist planted down into the carpet, holding me steady while I let her feel the weight of me.
My hard cock dug into her pubic bone, and her hands lifted up until they clutched the coffee table’s metal legs.
She gasped, giving me the sound I’d so desperately wanted to hear again, and I was lost.
I lifted up only long enough to yank the pajamas from her legs, and her panties followed only seconds after.
“You feel so sweet,” I said as I settled back between her thighs.
She grinned, and moved her hands to the bottom of my shirt, yanking it out of my pants, up, and over my head.
I had to catch myself on one hand after she took the other out from under me with her exuberance, but it only added to our need.
My hands went to the bra holding her boobs in place, and I yanked it roughly down, exposing the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen.
Her nipples were dark, perfectly round buds that begged for my attention.
And who was I to refuse?
I was a man, after all, with nine months of pent up sexual need for her.
My wife was in front of me. Underneath of me. Giving herself to me.
And I wasted no time latching onto one taut nipple and pulling it deep into my mouth, causing her to cry out in surprise.
My hand, the one not planted beside her, traveled down, working the belt on my jeans and unbuttoning the snap, all the while my knuckles rubbed enticingly against her pussy.
I could feel the moisture seeping out of her heated core. I could literally fucking smell it in the air around us. She smelled like heaven. Like home. Like mine.
“Elliott,” she groaned.
That seemed to be the only word that she could manage in her state, but that was okay. I knew damn good and well what she wanted. No, needed.
Lifting my cock out of its confinement, I held the base and ran the bulbous head against the lips of her sex.
That lasted for all of five seconds as I made the mistake of unlatching myself from one tit to go to the other, and she turned the tables on me.
Wiggling her little body, she made it out from under me, causing me to lean back in surprise.
She looked at me hungrily, eyes fastening on my raging erection that pointed straight to the ceiling in its excitement.
She licked her lips, and then threw herself forward.
I caught her effortlessly, my cock smashing between us as her hips started grinding down into my own.
“Please,” she whispered frantically.
Not liking that she was in distress, I lifted her up, positioned my cock at her entrance, and slowly lowered her down, easing my stiff dick inside of her one slow inch at a time.
Her pussy swallowed me up.
Needy and hot.
I closed my eyes, concentrating really hard on not coming, but it was a losing battle.
One I wanted to lose.
Knowing this one was going to be over quick, I shoved her down hard as I thrust up, impaling her on my cock, and eliciting a moan of sheer pleasure from her as I went in as deep as I could go.
The tip of my cock found its favorite place inside of Blaine.
I ground deeply into her, opening my eyes in time to see her throw her head back and moan.
The muscles of her throat working as sound poured out.
Her nipples tightened impossibly harder, and her core clamped down on my cock with a death grip, pulsing and sucking me in even deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as I felt the familiar feeling start to race down my spine.
My balls tightened, pulling up as close to my body as they could go, as I too, joined her.
Our combined releases zapped what little energy we had, and I fell backwards onto the floor, taking her with me as I went.
“This is pretty comfortable. Do you mind if I nap?” She teased.
“You know, you could ask me to do anything, and as long as you were with me, I’d do it. Even if I didn’t like doing it. All it takes is one tiny look into your eyes, and I’m gone. I’m so fucking into you I don’t know where I end and you begin,” I rasped against her ear.
Her legs tightened at my chest, and a sob caught in her throat.
“I’m so glad you made it home,” she whispered happily.
Catching a tear with my lips, I whispered, “There was never any doubt, sweetheart.”
Chapter 5
Nobody touches my junk quite the way you do.
-E-card
Blaine
Christmas number 2
“I love you,” Elliott said as he kissed me one last time. My arms wouldn’t work. They wouldn’t let him go.
Two deployments, and it never got easier. In fact, they got harder. Maybe I knew a little better now what would happen after he was gone. How lonely I’d feel. How worried I’d be.
I knew that I’d cry myself to sleep most nights. I knew that after I hung up the phone with him, I’d worry about him until I spoke with him again two weeks later.
I lived for those phone calls. My world revolved around them.
His hand raised and cupped my face. His big palm covering my cheek and half my eye, wiping the tears away with his thumb.
“It’s going to be okay,” he said quietly. “It’s only six months. That’s one hundred and eighty days. That’s nothing.”
I’m sure his intentions had been good, but knowing it was one hundred and eighty days made it seem somehow longer, rather than just saying six months.
I lifted my head up from his shoulder, and looked into his beautiful eyes.