Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
With her eyes bright and on mine, her chest heaving with hard breaths, I bring her legs up to my shoulders and slip back inside of her, making us both moan.
“Oh, God.” She covers her own breast and pinches her nipple, and I feel her tighten around me. I kiss her calf and then her ankle, press my thumb to her clit, and fuck her. “Oh, God!”
“Who do you belong to, wife?” I can’t slow down. I slam into her, over and over again, making her tits shake and bounce, and she arches her neck and grips my arm as if looking for an anchor. “Answer me.”
“You. I belong to you.”
“That’s right. You’re mine. God damn, you’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking amazing.”
“I’m going to come. Please, can I come?”
With a grin, I press my thumb to her harder. “Go over, my love. Do it.”
She is a goddess when she comes. She cries out, arches her back, and squeezes my dick so hard I see stars, and she pulls me right over the edge with her.
As we catch our breath, I plant kisses on her legs, then slip out of her and pull her up to sitting and kiss her sweet, swollen lips.
“Do you feel better?” Her question is whispered against my lips, and I wrap my arms around her and hug her close. “After everything today, I mean, not just this.”
“This made everything much better,” I confirm and press my lips to her forehead.
“I want a tattoo.”
I frown at the simple statement and then pull back so I can look down at her.
“No.” I shake my head and drag my hands down her arms. “I don’t want you to ever feel pain, baby girl.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “It’s just a tattoo, you know. You have a million of them.”
“And you know why.”
Her eyes soften as she traces the lines of the rose on my arm, then down to my hand, and brings it up to her lips before covering her heart with my palm.
I’ve never loved anyone or anything more than I do my wife in this moment.
“What would you get?” I ask her softly, brushing her hair off her cheek.
“Our wedding date.” She swallows hard. “On the inside of my left wrist.”
Staggered, I tip her chin up and look into those beautiful eyes. “Millie.”
“Because,” she continues, her voice growing softer, and I have to lean in to hear her. “Even if this is only for a year, it’ll be the most important year of my life.”
The breath leaves my body as I lower my forehead to hers. The vulnerability in that one sentence is staggering.
“I’m not letting you go in a year, wife. I’m not letting you go in a hundred years. I belong to you, heart and soul. You’re the reason for everything I fucking do.”
She wraps her arms around me and hugs me so tight that it seems she wants to crawl inside of me.
And I can’t blame her because inside of her is my favorite place to be.
“If you want the ink, you should get it,” I whisper into her ear. “Maybe I’ll do the same.”
“Matching tattoos?” She smiles up at me. “How fun. Where will you get yours?”
“Over my heart, of course.” I kiss her softly and then help her to her feet. “We need to clean up. Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving. There are leftover taco fixings in the fridge.”
“You go put on clothes that aren’t ripped, and I’ll take care of everything else.” I run my hand down her hair as she walks away and then use the next couple of minutes of alone time to clean the cum off the floor, wipe myself off, and then heat up the taco meat for the leftovers.
By the time she comes back, my system has leveled out.
“Hey, I have a question,” she says as she ties up her hair into a bun.
“Ask away.” I lick some queso off my thumb and turn to look at her, then freeze with my thumb still in my mouth. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
She frowns and looks down at the white T-shirt that’s so thin, I can see the outline of her pretty pink nipples as clearly as if she was naked.
“Just a ratty old shirt. This might be the most comfortable thing I own.”
“Jesus, wife, you’re a walking wet dream.”
The grin that spreads over her face is full of satisfaction. “I still have a question.”
“The answer is yes.” I can’t take my eyes off her tits. “Absolutely yes, whatever you want.”
Now she laughs and reaches for a tortilla chip. “You’re such a man.”
“Never claimed otherwise.”
“Hey, my eyes are up here.” She bends to catch my gaze in hers, still grinning. “Don’t be rude.”
“I’m not being rude. I’m admiring my wife’s amazing body.”
“Dude. We just had sex two seconds ago. Focus.”