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)
“I’m not scared of the pain. I never really was,” she whispered. “I’m scared because I don’t know what to expect. What if I can’t feel good because of what happened? What if the memories hold me back?”
I leaned over her. “Did you enjoy our kiss yesterday?”
“Yes.”
“Then trust your body to enjoy this too.” My heart hammered in my chest. Fuck. I was nervous. But I’d be damned if I admitted that to Sara. She had enough baggage to carry. She didn’t need to carry mine too. “I wish I could take the memories from you. But I can’t. I can only replace them with better memories.” I swallowed. “I’m good at this. Don’t think, just allow yourself to fall.”
I knew I was asking a lot.
She nodded. But her expression remained veiled by the dim light.
“I’m going to kiss you,” I warned. Our lips brushed slightly like last night, and the same sparks I’d felt back then surged through my body. That such a simple kiss, under these circumstances no less, gave me these kinds of sensations and hope for our future. I kissed the corner of her mouth and her chin, then moved back up to the corner of her mouth. Drawing in her scent, I brushed my lips over hers before I nibbled at her lower lip, testing the waters. Her eyes fluttered closed as she parted her lips. I trailed my tongue over her lip before I deepened our kiss. For the first time, I could really taste my wife. And fuck, she was perfect. I savored our kiss, every stroke of her tongue, every exhale against my lips. I should have kissed her like this sooner.
Slowly, I moved down her throat and over her collarbone, my lips tracing her skin. This slow approach was new to me too, but the feel of Sara’s silky skin and her sweet rose scent made it worthwhile.
I kissed the swell of her breast, then her nipple through the fabric before I moved on to her other breast and repeated the same motions. Her quickened breathing filled the silence. Her nipples puckered under my ministrations. I tugged down her bra and allowed my lips to discover her nipple, even if I couldn’t see much. I closed my lips around it and sucked gently. Sara drew in her breath, but as my eyes grew used to the darkness, I could see that her fingers were still pressed flat against the linen. I wanted fingernails raking over my back and hands ripping at the sheets.
I pulled back and brushed my thumb over her hardened nipple, loving how much firmer it felt, then I blew against it. She twitched, her hand gripping my bicep as if she needed something solid to hold on to, but she was still tense. I left kisses on every inch of her skin as I moved lower. Her breathing hitched when I kissed the skin below her belly, then her hip bone. I avoided her panties for now and kissed a trail down her thigh to her calf, only to work my way back up to her knee. Her perfect skin felt smooth and warm under my fingertips and lips. I touched her thigh and pushed her legs apart. My lips grazed the inside of her thigh, slowly moving up. I lightly brushed my fingertips over her panties. The fabric wasn’t wet yet, which only made me more determined to give her pleasure. At the end of the night, I wanted Sara to be sweaty and exhausted from several orgasms.
I kissed along the edge of her panties. At first, she’d hardly dared to breathe, but now her panting served as the jungle drum that spurred me on. I could smell her pussy, a subtle muskiness that spoke to a primal part of me. I kissed her pubic bone through the lace, then her pussy, loving how her pussy lips yielded under the pressure. Focusing only on her scent and the feel of her, I kept kissing her pussy through her panties until I couldn’t take it anymore. I slid my tongue over her slit, wedging her panties between her lips. Her breathing hitched, and her fingers tightened on my biceps. Those were the only markers I had as guidance.
Apart from that, she was quiet and motionless, but I hadn’t expected anything else. I had to let my instinct guide me in this and what my nose was picking up: that the musky scent had increased. Lifting my head, I hooked my fingers in her panties and slid them down her body. Then I returned my lips to her silky pussy lips and resumed kissing them. The tip of my tongue parted them, and I felt the smooth skin hiding within and tasted her subtle saltiness. I gently stroked along her slit, loving the feel of her pussy lips around my tongue. Sara’s breathing deepened further, then halted in her chest when I brushed my tip over her clit. I circled it for a bit to see how she liked it, and from the sounds of her panting, I would say a lot. Then I brushed it with the flat of my tongue. I pushed her legs a bit farther apart and began to lick over her clit. After a while of her pants and her aroma growing stronger, I dove deeper, my tongue seeking her entrance. It was soaked, her lust immediately coating my tongue. She tasted so sweet. I had done this. My heart seemed to skip a beat only to gallop even faster next.