Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Clearly, my girl needed a little pampering.
But you can’t blame my cock for stirring as she moaned and sighed through one foot rub, then the next.
Lifting one leg, I pressed a kiss to the inside of her ankle, watching her for her reaction.
When her gaze cut to mine, there was heat sizzling in her eyes.
That was all the encouragement I needed.
I shifted up onto my knees as her legs spread like an invitation as I kissed my way up her calf, the side of her knee, her thigh.
Dasha reached to pull her skirt up as I settled between her thighs, pulling her panties to the side, and running my tongue up her cleft.
A shiver coursed through her and her hand slapped down on the back of my neck, holding me to her like I had any intentions of moving away until she was writhing and moaning.
My tongue circled her clit as two of my fingers slid inside her. Her walls tightened around them, and her hips rocked in rhythm with their thrusts as I drove her up, up, up.
“No, wait,” she cried, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me away. “No, I need you inside me,” she said, her tone desperate, making my cock twitch.
I damn sure wasn’t going to deny her that, now, was I?
I moved away, dropping onto my ass and working my belt free as she pulled off her panties.
“Come over here,” I demanded, fisting myself at the base, “and ride my cock.”
A little whimper escaped her at that as she moved to straddle me.
Her gaze held mine as she positioned herself, then took me inside with one long movement.
When I was settled deep, she let out a little moan, pressing her forehead to mine for a second.
My hands went out, taking her straps down, then the bust of her dress. And, finally, I removed her bra so my hands could slide up and cup her breasts. I rolled her nipples as her hips started to rock. Slowly at first. Then harder and faster as the need overtook us both.
“You ride my cock so good, baby,” I groaned, leaning in to press my face between her breasts, breathing in her familiar honeysuckle scent as her walls tightened around me. “There you go,” I said, voice tight as I sat back to watch her. I’d never get sick of how gorgeous she was as she came. Her skin all flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips parted. “Come on my cock,” I demanded.
Then she did, the pulsing of her pussy taking me right along with her as her cries filled the empty house.
“Missed hearing you like that,” I said as she fell into me afterward, her warm breath on my neck, her heartbeat hammering against my chest.
The kids had brought untold amounts of joy to our lives. But I knew we both missed our loud, uncontrolled lovemaking sessions that had led to their existence in the first place.
“And being able to do it right when and where the mood strikes,” she agreed. “I wanted to climb you like a tree yesterday.”
“Oh, yeah? When? What was I doing?”
She sat back at that, the laughter dancing in her eyes before it made it to her lips. “You were folding the fitted sheets.”
I joined her in a laugh at that.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“We needed this.”
“Yeah, we did.”
It was important—more important than anything—to us to be a family. But it was almost as important that we took time to be people and, yes, a couple. Just two people whose love had changed, strengthened, and deepened through the years. But sometimes needed time to show that to each other. Without anyone asking for a snack. Or complaining that their sibling was annoying them.
“I need a nap,” she declared, resting her head on my shoulder again.
My hand moved up and down her back, finding knots and working them free as she lounged against me.
“I bet this wasn’t what your mom expected us to be doing when she took the kids. With all the chores that have clearly piled up around here this week.”
“She doesn’t judge, you know that,” I reminded her. My whole childhood, I remembered her tripping over toys and drowning in piles of laundry. She knew all about the way the house could get messy when you had a large family of young ones running around. “But, actually, this is probably exactly what she had in mind.”
“What?” Dasha asked, sitting back, her face twisted up.
“She may or may not have implied that this would be a nice break for us to work on baby number six,” I told her, fingers drifting up and down the tops of her thighs.
“Oh… my God.”
“She wasn’t being gross or—“
“No,” Dasha cut me off, exhaling hard, her eyes far away for a second before she looked at me. “That’s it.”