Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 124494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
“Come.” He laces our fingers and guides me to the bathroom where the massive tub waits, filled with steaming water, rose petals floating on the surface. The scent of orange blossom brings with it a deluge of fond memories.
“We had so much fun in that tub last time.”
“You soapy, covered in bubbles is a delight.” He pushes my hair over my shoulders. “I loved how soft you were. And I appreciate it even more now that I know all the sides of you.” He takes my face in his hands. “You’re going to be my sweet angel and let me take care of you exactly how I want, aren’t you?”
My knees go weak and a shiver skitters down my spine. “Yes, Roman.”
His smile grows wicked. “Good girl.”
Heat floods my center as his fingers trail down my arms and he slowly, carefully undresses me, pausing to kiss and nibble exposed skin as each article falls to the floor. But he avoids all my most sensitive places. We both know I’ll be putty in his hands by the time he finally touches me where I want him to.
He traces my collarbones as he circles me, lips ghosting my shoulder as he adjusts my position so I can see our reflections in the mirror. “Look at how beautiful you are.” He cups my breasts and kisses a path up my neck. “And you’re all mine, wife.”
“Only yours, husband.”
He’s still fully dressed, wearing his post-game suit as he runs his fingers through my hair and carefully braids it. I’m in such awe as I watch him work. This huge, imposing man can be so wonderfully gentle—and such a demon between the sheets when his careful control snaps—belongs to me.
When my hair is secured, he moves it to hang over my shoulder, his chest pressed against my back. One hand skims my hip, and he circles my navel with a single finger before dipping lower. At the same time, his other hand slides over my collarbones and up my neck, caressing the edge of my jaw as he turns my head and presses his lips to the corner of my mouth. He grazes my clit and growls the same phrase that made me melt all those years ago. “I’m going to make this pretty pussy weep for me tonight, Alexandria.”
“Yes, please.” I arch into the touch, pressing my ass against his still covered erection.
“My beautiful wife, always so polite when I get you naked,” he murmurs.
He steps back, and I whimper my displeasure. His answering smile tells me tonight will be the most delicious torture. “Undress me, wife.”
I eagerly loosen his tie as his fingers trail down my side and over my hip. I already know what’s coming as I rush to unbutton his shirt, and I moan as his hand slips between my legs. He cups me in his palm, and I falter.
“The sooner I’m naked, the sooner I’ll give you what we both want.”
He drags his fingers back and forth, barely grazing my clit. My pussy clenches in anticipation. I’m already on the edge. It won’t take much for him to make come, not with all the memories of our time together here overwhelming me.
“So wet already. Would you come if I filled you with my fingers? Cream all over them before I even get you in the tub?”
He reads me so well, knows exactly what to say and do to make me hot and needy.
I manage to slide the final button through the hole as I lift my gaze to his, bite my lip and nod. He releases me so I can rid him of his jacket and shirt, but as soon as they’re gone his hands are on me again. Fingers exploring between my thighs, making it impossible to concentrate.
I struggle with his belt, and the fly of his pants as he dips a single finger inside me, then withdraws and circles my clit. My knees nearly give out, but I manage to get them undone.
His hands leave my body again. “You don’t come until I’m naked.”
I groan, the ache between my thighs almost unbearable now. I sink to my knees and tug his pants and boxers down his thighs. His cock juts out, thick and hard and weeping.
I tip my head up and lick my lips.
A salacious grin tugs the corner of his mouth. “We’ll put the caramel dip to good use a little later.” He crooks his finger. “Come here, angel.”
I rise and he wraps his hands around my waist, spinning me around, he sets me on the edge of the tub and angles me so I can see our reflections in the mirror.
I part my thighs before he can even issue the command.
His lip curls deliciously and he glides a single finger through my slit. “Should I get you ready for my cock?”