Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“But I want you to be happy, Sara.”
“I’m happy wherever you and Ambra are.”
My heart sped up. I pressed a kiss to Sara’s lips. Ambra opened her eyes and parted her lips as if she could smell milk. Sara laughed and took her from me. I followed them into the bedroom and watched Sara feed our daughter.
I decided these moments beat the sleepless nights from my single life by far.
I was in the gym of our apartment, doing crunches on a mat on the floor when Sara came in.
“She’s down for her nap,” Sara said with a victorious smile. Now that Ambra was two months old, she slept better. Still not well, but better.
“And now you want to do some pottery?” I asked. I knew Sara missed doing pottery. She missed doing many things, like taking a shower or going to the toilet without Ambra crying.
She bit her lip, her eyes moving from the pottery wheel back to me, and the look in her eyes immediately let blood flow into my cock.
“Oh,” I rumbled. “Here for something else?”
“It’s been a while,” she said with a sheepish smile. We hadn’t had sex since Sara had given birth. The last time had been right before her due date because it was supposed to induce labor.
“I’m all yours,” I said, spreading my arms. “But I’m sweaty. Do you want me to shower first?”
Sara gave me a look. “We don’t know how much time we have.”
I grinned. “We could take a shower together and have fun there.”
Sara bit her lip, her eyes lighting up. We’d never had sex in the shower before, something we needed to rectify quickly. I pushed to my feet and took her hand. Sara wore lavender-colored pajama pants and a satin camisole, her usual clothing since Ambra was there. Not that I minded. Sara was gorgeous, no matter what she wore.
We snuck past Amber’s crib into the primary bedroom and closed the door. Sara put the baby phone on the windowsill, then turned to me. I pulled her in for a kiss, my hands gliding under her camisole, fingertips mapping her soft skin and the hardened nubs of her breasts. I briefly broke our kiss to tug the camisole over Sara’s head and toss it away, then my fingers gripped the waistband of her pants and tugged them down. They glided to the floor with a soft rustling, leaving Sara standing naked before me.
I shook my head, amazed by her beauty. She touched her belly self-consciously, where she now had a few stretch marks. I got down on one knee, moved her hand away, and kissed the spot. “The most impressive battle scars I’ve ever seen.”
Sara gave me a grateful smile, then tugged at my arms. I complied and got up. She shoved down my training shorts. “Time’s running out.”
“You’re lucky I thrive under pressure,” I rumbled in her ear as I backed her into the shower cubicle. Sara let out a little screech when cold water rained down on us before it turned warm, then clapped a hand over her mouth and cast a nervous glance at the baby monitor, but Ambra slept soundly. She lowered her hand, and I immediately kissed her again, pulling her closer and allowing my palm to caress the curve of her waist and hip before I moved inward and cupped her pussy. She pressed into me, her kiss becoming almost desperate.
I was relieved to see that I wasn’t the only one who missed this. I stroked her clit lightly, and Sara moaned into my mouth, then grabbed my cock and squeezed. I groaned, my fingers speeding up, circling her nub before I moved them lower and pushed two into her. She arched against me, her grip on my cock becoming even more demanding. I grinned against her lip as I slid my fingers in and out slowly, making sure to touch her clit. Sara came within a minute, but her lips seeking mine eagerly told me she was far from satisfied.
“I need you so much,” I growled, cupping her ass and pulling her against me so my cock dug into her belly.
Sara only nodded and gripped my shoulders. I lifted her by her ass, and her legs wrapped around my waist. Not wasting any more time, I sank into her slowly, giving her time to accommodate my length, then halted when I was all the way in her. I leaned her back against the shower stall so the water didn’t hit her in the face. She breathed deeply against my mouth, her eyes filled with the same hunger I felt burning in my veins.
“You ready for more?” I asked in a low voice.
“So ready.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself higher, changing the angle in a delicious way. My lips claimed hers as I supported her weight against the wall and began to thrust into her.