Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
My right arm is situated under her—my fingers running up and down her arm. My other arm is wrapped tightly around her waist. There’s no doubt about it, this woman’s body was made perfectly to fit with mine.
The show ends and another episode begins. I’m not paying attention to what’s happening, my focus completely on the woman lying in my arms. Her hair is up in a messy bun and her face is free of any makeup. She’s the perfect mix of sexy and adorable. I lift my head slightly, and she tilts hers to give me access. My nose brushes against her exposed neck, and when she feels my skin touch hers, she releases a small shiver, reminding me how responsive she is to me.
When she doesn’t stop me, I take a moment to inhale her scent. She smells sweet. It’s the same perfume she was wearing during our one night together. Don’t ask me how the hell I even remember that, but I do. I find myself latching on to every detail when it comes to this woman, not wanting to forget a single moment I spend with her. My nose brushes across her neck again and then my lips land on her sensitive pulse point. She lets out a soft sigh, and my dick twitches as a result.
“If you want me to stop, tell me,” I whisper into her ear.
She stills and then says, “I can’t have sex…I haven’t been given the okay from the doctor yet.” I’m not sure how long a woman has to wait before she can be sexually active after giving birth, but for some reason this tidbit of info has me smiling. For one, I wasn’t planning on having sex with her yet. Olivia needs to know I want more than just sex from her. She needs to know I’m serious about us. And two, sex is great, but the foreplay—the buildup—can be even better, and once I’m done with her, when the doctor gives the okay, she’ll be begging me to make love to her.
“That just means we get to do everything but…” My lips go back to her neck as I trail open-mouthed kisses downward. My fingers brush across her taut nipples through her shirt, and Olivia’s soft sighs turn into moans.
“Everything but…” She repeats my words, turning her face toward me and pressing her lips to mine.
Nineteen
Olivia
Nick’s long fingers rub back and forth across my hardened nipples. His lips trailing kisses all over my neck. But I need more. Tilting my neck to the side, I cover his mouth with mine and kiss him eagerly. He kisses me back, his tongue passing through my lips and groping mine. And then he’s moving us. His body is hovering above mine, my back now flat on the couch. Our kiss deepens, our tongues hungrily meeting thrust for thrust. We kiss passionately for God knows how long—until Nick breaks the kiss.
With one hand holding himself up, he uses his other hand to pull my shirt over my head, my heavy breasts hitting the cool air, and my nipples hardening to the point it’s almost painful. Nick brushes his lips against mine once more before he trails kisses downward, stopping on my breasts. He kisses everywhere but my nipples, teasing me until I’m squirming with want. It’s been almost a year since I’ve been with this man, since I felt his touch.
“Nick, please,” I beg. He obliges, his lips parting slightly and wrapping around my nipple. He sucks on it for a few seconds before his teeth gently clamp down. My back arches and my hands go to his head. My fingers entwine in his hair. His tongue darts out and licks the areola before moving to the other breast. He sucks and bites, teasing me and turning me on. Foreplay seemed like a good idea…until now.
I can feel his bulge through his sweats rubbing against my thigh, and remembering how well-endowed he is, I raise my leg slightly, rubbing his cock through his pants. Nick lets out a moan, his teeth biting down on my nipple harder. I yelp, and he chuckles mischievously.
His lips leave my breasts and move down farther. He rains kisses on my soft belly, giving extra attention to my stretch marks. “Our son did this to you.” His tone conveys pride mixed with awe.
“The downside to carrying a football player’s baby. He was nearly a month early and still a solid seven pounds.”
He lifts his head to lock eyes with me, laughter shining in his beautiful green irises. “I love these. They’re a reminder that you carried our baby.”
“I’m pretty sure the baby sleeping in the other room is reminder enough,” I volley back, and Nick laughs. He kisses a couple more of the silver marks before he pulls my shorts and panties down, putting my entire lower half completely on display.