Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Should I confront him, end the marriage, and go my own way? Or do I fight to hold on to what we once had? What was the best thing for me? Not him, not my kids that were almost adults, not my parents or his and definitely not the business or our finances.
For once in my life, I pushed it all aside and focused only on Brittany. That’s me, but my friends call me Britt. The clearer my wants and needs came into focus, the more relaxed I became. Once I gave myself permission to be selfish, it was as if everything else from the past hour had just disappeared.
I heard the water splash as he dove in beside me and came up when we both reached the end. “Hi honey, when did you get here?” My smile was warm the way it always is; the arms I wrapped around his neck felt the same, and when he wrapped his arms around me and lowered his head, I accepted his kiss without hesitation.
Our lovemaking that night was more passionate than it had been in a while. I don’t know what it was; maybe I channeled my anger and pain into sex, but it was wild, I was wild. I saw the look of surprise on his face but ignored it as I took his length into my mouth while my essence from our last bout of lovemaking still coated it.
I trailed my hair along his chest and stomach the way he used to and took my time. There was no rush, no inhibitions; I let myself go. I rode his cock while looking into his eyes, showing none of the rage I felt on my face. In fact, I had tamed that rage into something else.
It's been a while since I’ve had a purpose, something just for myself. There was no need to please anyone else. I was on a mission to take, to gorge myself on my own pleasure without any guilt. I felt his cock pulse inside me when I hefted my breasts while rocking back and forth on his cock that was harder than it had ever been.
Or was that my imagination? No, he was excited; I could see it in his eyes. I reached for one of his hands and led his fingers to my mouth, sucking them in one at a time until they were wet. Then I led his hand to my nipples and showed him what I wanted.
His other hand received the same treatment, but this one I led to my clit, pressing his thumb against that sensitive nub while looking into his eyes. “Oh fuck!” It’s been years since I got that response from him. How come I didn’t notice that before?
He bucked beneath me and throbbed, his hand leaving my breast to grab my head and pull me down for a ravenous kiss. I nipped his lip, and he growled, pulling back to look at me with fever-bright eyes filled with lust. “Cum in me!”
I invited him into my shower, taking his hand and leading him behind me, both of us naked and smelling of sex. I didn’t acknowledge the look of surprise on his face, and when he started to talk, I put my finger against his lips before reaching for the soap and sponge.
I washed him from head to toe, paying special attention to his cock and balls, then passed him the soap to return the favor. Once I was clean from his hands, I put his hand between my thighs and rode his fingers as he slipped them into me one after the other.
On his own, he moved to his knees and pushed me back against the wall, spreading my legs wide and holding me open with his fingers to make way for his tongue. I flung my head back with a scream and rode his face as he gripped my hips.
I ended up sitting on his cock as the water cascaded around us. We dried each other off, taking little breaks in between to kiss passionately, and went off to bed to start all over again.
He might’ve been tired, but that didn’t stop me from turning to him throughout the night, and again in the morning, it was he who turned me onto my back and slid into me.
“Why don’t you take the day off and stay in bed with me?” I’d never asked him that before, never been brave enough I now realize. I never wanted to interfere, never wanted to rock the boat. When he took too long to answer, I pouted and felt his cock jump back to life.
He didn’t answer, but the way he rolled around with me while fucking into me nice and slow was answer enough. We called down and had the servants bring up our meals and told them not to disturb us.