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)
Maximus’s grip on my thigh tightened as he moved back, only to push back in. I held him as he thrust into me. Nothing mattered but us, our joined bodies. Our surroundings faded to the background. I was caught up in the pleasure, the feel of Maximus filling me, of his fingers kneading my thigh, of his lips on mine.
His thrusts became harder, faster, less controlled, and I could barely stay upright, so wrapped up in the pleasure mounting high. I dug my nails into Maximus’s shoulder as my orgasm surged through me. Maximus’s body tensed, and his release followed mine with such force that I cried out in pleasure, forgetting about being caught. Maximus’s lips found mine, swallowing my moans. We shuddered, and slowly, Maximus sank down with me in his arms. He pulled me into his lap as he sat on the ground, cupping my neck and bringing our foreheads together. We stayed like that, breathing and relishing each other’s closeness. This was more than enjoying ourselves and finding pleasure in each other. I felt like we were slowly ripping down the barriers the past had built around and between us.
Sara and I were panting. The cold crept through my clothes, banishing some of the unbearable heat lighting up my body. I was still reeling from the high of having sex with Sara. Not to make a baby but just because she wanted to, because she wanted to feel pleasure.
I didn’t want to read too much into it, but I couldn’t help but hope this was the fucking turning point in our marriage, and we would finally overcome the past.
I buried my nose in her hair. It always smelled sweet. But now I could also smell the truth of what we’d done. I could smell myself on her. “You smell like sex,” I rumbled, feeling accomplished and possessive.
Sara leaned back with a look of worry. “We’re supposed to have dinner with your parents! We can’t sit at a table with them smelling like…like sex!”
Her concern was cute. I chuckled. “Trust me, they won’t sniff us. The dogs might, though, but they won’t mind.”
“Maximus!” Sara’s eyes grew wide with indignation. “I can’t have dinner with your parents smelling like sex!”
“We could take a shower.”
She bit her lip. “I’ve never taken a shower at your parents’ before. They’ll know something is up.”
I started laughing. “They won’t care. They’ll be happy for us.”
Sara shook her head again. “There has to be another option to get rid of the smell.”
“We could bathe in the stream. It’s a ten-minute walk from here. But it’s freezing.”
Sara got to her feet. “All right. Let’s do that.”
As kids, my brother and I often bathed in the small stream. I rose to my feet and took Sara’s hand. After we’d gathered the rest of our stuff, I led her to the river. We passed the old oak tree on our way, and my fingers tightened around Sara’s hand as we did. I’d never not remember our past when we came by this place, but today, the vise around my heart wasn’t quite as crushing as usual. The stream was rushing by. It had been raining a lot in the past few days, so it was a bit higher than usual.
“Let me go first to make sure it’s not too slippery or too wild.” I got out of my clothes and put them down on a fallen tree. The moment my feet touched the cold, leaf-covered ground, goose bumps erupted all over my body. Sara pulled down her skirt and dragged her sweater over her head. When she removed her bra, the last piece of her clothing, and stood before me completely naked, my breath lodged in my throat. I’d never seen her naked like this. She looked like a goddess amid the forest scenery, a natural beauty. I was in awe that I could call her my wife.
When Sara noticed my gaze, uncertainty crossed her face.
“You look like a goddess. Too beautiful for words.”
She opened her mouth as if to protest, but then she smiled slightly. “Thank you.” Her eyes took me in, and the blush increased. “You look very impressive.”
I chuckled, then turned and climbed down the small slope into the stream bed. I hissed when the icy water engulfed my feet. My skin immediately began to prickle. It was strange how utter cold could burn you almost as much as fire.
“It’s freezing,” I warned when Sara approached me. I held out my hand, and she took it so I could help her down the slope.
A little screech escaped her lips when she entered the stream. She began jumping from one foot to the other, breathing rapidly. “This is worse than I thought.”
“There’s still the shower option.”
“No. It’s okay. I can do this.”
I pointed toward a pond-like area where the stream water briefly split into two smaller streams, and one part was slowed down by rocks, a tree trunk and a sharp turn. “It’s deeper over there, but the current isn’t bad.”