Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I place a hand on her back and the other on the keys. I start to play “Für Elise” as I rub her back soothingly. She joins as a little purring sound leaves her throat. My cock twitches from the sound.
I grind my teeth as Adriano jumps from his seat and storms from the room. Sim stops playing and starts to pop that band on her wrist. Not wanting to draw attention to the action and embarrass her, I don’t mention it.
Instead, I reach beneath her hair to cup the back of her neck and give it a gentle squeeze before I begin to massage her soft skin. She releases another little purr. Not able to help myself, I lean in and brush my lips against her temple.
“Is there something going on between you and Adriano I should know about?” I ask as I pull away.
“Are you asking me if I’m involved with him?”
“Yes, that is the question,” I say harsher than I mean to.
“No. We are friends, that is all. I have never had a boyfriend.”
A low growl emits from my throat before I can help myself. I feel like an ass as she begins to dart her eyes around. I take a calming breath.
It takes a moment for me to calm down as I fight not to tell her she should never have a boyfriend because I’m her husband and I won’t share my wife with anyone. I want to claim her lips and show her why she is mine and only mine.
Instead, I go back to playing softly. When she doesn’t join me, I stop and turn to look at her. She’s watching me out of the corner of her eye once again.
“Do you remember what tomorrow is?” I ask to break the silence.
“It’s our seven-year anniversary. We have been married for seven years tomorrow.”
“That it is, cara. What would you like to do? Anything you want, it is yours.”
“Anything?”
I know I shouldn’t, but I nod. There isn’t anything I would deny Sim. If it makes her happy, it is hers.
“I would like to have my first kiss,” she all but whispers. “That is if it’s appropriate to ask for such a thing.”
My lips are sealed to hers before she can finish her words. Her lips are softer than I could have ever imagined. The lip gloss adds a silky feel. Reaching to cup the back of her neck once more, I then tip her head back.
She moans and I growl into her mouth as I cup her face. She gasps and her mouth opens to me as I palm her breast in one hand. I take the opportunity to stick my tongue in her mouth and deepen the kiss.
The whimper that comes from her lips breaks all my restraint. I lift her from her seat and turn her back to the piano as I lift with her, still devouring her sweet mouth. Sim locks her fingers in the top of my hair as I grasp ahold of her waist.
The keys cry out as I lift her onto them. Cupping her ass in one hand, I lift her enough to close the lid over the keys and gently place her on it. I wasn’t expecting this kiss to be so passionate, but the chemistry between us is sizzling.
I break the seal on our lips to kiss my way down her chin to her neck. I have my hands tightly grasping her hips as I kiss my way down her body. When I get to her breasts, I move to one nipple and suck it into my mouth over the fabric of her dress before moving to the other.
“Michael,” she pants.
I feel as if I’m going to burst through my pants. How does she do this to me? The breathy sound of her voice calls to something deep in my groin.
Reaching for her long, silky legs, I run my hands up them as I continue to kiss my way down her body. I push the short dress up over her ass, revealing her black panties underneath. I should stop this. I know I should, but I can’t find it in me to do so.
This is my wife, and I want her. I want her so fucking bad. I want her to feel my love.
Sitting back on the bench before her, I reach for the waistband of her panties and hook my fingers in to peel the fabric away from her body. I look up and find her eyes right away. Reaching between her legs, I then find her wet center and begin to coat my fingers with her juices.
She’s so wet for me. I play with her little pussy, making her cry out my name. However, that’s not enough for me. I need to taste her.
I scoot forward and toss her legs over my shoulders. Leaning in, I inhale her delicious scent. It’s a mix of cocoa butter and champagne. Whatever fragrance her body lotion is should be banned from her possession. She smells of pure sin.