Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“When I was five, I wanted to be an astronaut.” I moan as he works out a knot in my neck.
“I went to space camp once.” He counters.
I lean up twisting to look at him, “Really?”
He smiles his trademark Wesson smile, “No, not really. We couldn’t afford that even if I wanted to.”
I shift closer and press my lips to his.
“Why didn’t you give up on me?” I whisper against his mouth. “I can’t say I wouldn’t have moved on if the roles were reversed.” Being completely honest with him is hard, but I think it is necessary. I can’t say I would have held onto hope of reconciliation if he had done the things I did.
“Emmalee,” he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear as he gently touches my face, “you don’t give up when it’s real. Baby girl, this is real.”
“You love me,” I tell him rather than ask.
“With all that I am and all that I’ll ever be.”
I kiss him again. “I was lost without you.”
“Makin’ me hard, baby girl.”
I slide up his torso more. “Don’t know much about what is to come. I know one thing though.”
“Yeah,” he says leaning up to kiss my nose softly.
“I wanna be with you. No reason to leave again. I want to see this through. In all the bad I’ve had; you have been this light I’ve clung too.”
The words barely leave my lips before he cups my face with both hands and pulls me to him devouring my mouth. I moan as his hands roam. I lift up for him to remove my shirt, thankful for the shelf bra built in leaving my breasts for him to cup immediately. Back down to him, I kiss his neck while he slides his hands down the back of my yoga pants squeezing my ass. I move to straddle him on the couch. He rocks my body against his. I feel his hard length press to my core, the fabric adding to the sweet friction. I grind down before he shifts sliding my pants and panties down over my ass. The cold air hitting my exposed skin makes me tremble. I move standing quickly to get rid of my clothing, leaning down to pull his shirt up and over his head.
Wesson slides down the couch as a sly smile plays across his face, “ride me baby girl.”
I look down and he’s still got his shorts and boxers on. Before I can ask him to take them off, his hands reach out to my thighs, grip them and pull me over his face.
He goes right in. Teeth to my pussy lips gently grazing as his tongue darts out between them lapping at my clit. With his hands on my ass, he rocks me against his face setting a rhythm I soon can’t deny. Carnal need takes over as he no longer holds my ass, and I am riding his face on my own. Lost in sensation I don’t notice he’s moved his hands to drop his shorts and boxers. My climax builds as he works me with his tongue. His hands grip my hips stopping my movements suddenly as he sucks hard sending me over the edge.
I cry out as he effortlessly lifts me from his face and down his torso.
“Don’t you stop this now,” I half beg and half demand.
“You’re ready,” he whispers before sliding his hand between us. His fingers sliding through my slick heat. His middle finger goes in first and then his ring finger. I can feel the way his index finger and pinky graze my pussy lips as he uses his thumb against my clit. “Ride me, baby girl. Ride my fingers.”
I’ve gone too long away from him. I’m needy for his touch.
I rock against them as he works in and out of me. With his free hand he pushes me back to sitting straight up on his hand fingering me. He cups my right breast tweaking the nipple as he pinches my clit with his thumb.
Once again, the orgasm washes over me.
“So wet,” he whispers. “Was trying to wait. Give you something special. Can’t wait anymore. I want you.”
“Please,” I whimper. “I want you, Wes.”
His hands push me down his body more as he slides back up the couch putting his head against the arm rest. I feel his hard cock between my legs. I’m throbbing with need.
He reaches between us; I feel him adjusting.
“Kiss me, baby girl.”
I do as he says my tongue dives into his mouth seeking contact at the same time, I feel him enter me. It’s slow as he stretches me. I have to break away from kissing him.
I open my eyes to see him staring at me.
“Most beautiful gift in the world.”
Needing to move I rise up and come back down on his shaft feeling deliciously full. “Wesson,” I almost whine.