Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I let my hand travel over her hip, and she gasps. Then, I let it travel down further, down the soaked silky panties, down to her clit. I tap lightly against the wet fabric, and her hips jerk against my hand. Her knees creak forward, wobbling into me.
“Oh god,” she sighs. “That’s nice.”
“Did you touch yourself when I was gone?” I whisper.
“What? Good lord.”
“If you did, I’d think it was hot. Three weeks is a long time to wait. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be in Nashville, dealing with business. You weren’t sure. So yes, I’d be happy to hear you touched yourself. It’s healthy. It’s a great way to escape stress and make up for what we can’t control. Tell me that you did. And that you thought about me.”
“I did,” she finally confesses. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her cheeks flame up even brighter. “Just once, though.”
“Tsk, tsk. We’ll have to talk about that control. In this case, a lack thereof is most decidedly sexy. In the future, we’ll have to have really good phone sex.”
“Oh my god! Who does that? Are you serious?”
“Absolutely. If it’s with each other, I think it’s hot. But if not, it’s okay. If we try and don’t like it, it’s not something we have to keep doing. I just think we’d really like it. Because we won’t always be able to be with each other. Hopefully, this is the longest stretch we’re ever apart, but I do still have to travel for business, and sometimes I even go to Europe. It’s not just across this country. I hope you’ll come with me, but I understand there are times when you won’t be able to. So…phones.”
“Maybe.” She leans into my touch, though, and that perhaps sounds more promising. More than a maybe and more of a cautious yes, but only because it’s with you, and trying new things with you might be fun.
“Maybe is good,” I say.
“Trying new things is good,” she adds.
“Dirty talking with you would be good.”
“Everything with you would be good.”
She laughs and kisses me as I get her steered toward the bed. Then, I spot a section of open wall and take a detour. Trying new things is good, she said, and I want to try this with her. I want to try everything with her. As I said, everything with her would be good.
My hard cock bumps into her center as I back her into the smooth wall. She grasps my shoulders and tries to climb me, footing me with her foot on my calf and then my upper thigh. Her head falls back as I bump into her again, not so accidentally this time. I grasp her hips and lift her up, rocking her hard against me and the wall. She has nowhere to go but into me, which is a great place to be.
My fingers slip over the lace at the sides of her panties. It’s fragile. Delicate. “These just happen to be in the way, my darling.”
“Oh? Just let me…” she mumbles.
I give a tug, and they rip at the side before she has a chance to shimmy away from me and pull them off herself. She gasps and looks up at me with fire in her eyes but laughter on her lips.
“That was undignified. You could have waited a hot minute.”
“When it comes to you, I can’t.” I tug at the other side, and the lace is so fragile and delicate that it gives way under that tug too. I’m now holding a scrap of fabric, and it gets tossed over my shoulder in favor of Weland. I can’t keep my hands off of her. I don’t ever want to have to stop touching her.
“They were expensive,” she pants as I stroke my finger through her folds. She’s so wet that we might as well have gone into the bathroom and started up the shower. The water would have washed this away, though. Or mixed in with it, and I just want Weland. Every single bit of her. Natural, soaking wet, hot for me, swollen, and ready. I want to taste her skin and have it be just her. No water, and nothing slicking away the womanly scent of her.
“I’ll buy you a thousand more pairs.”
“Goodness. Wherever shall I put a thousand pairs of underwear?”
I let out a small laugh. “Alright, I’ll buy you ten.”
“Hmm, I think I could find homes for ten pairs. And maybe one super hot and sexy bodysuit?”
“Your wish is my command.” Even if thinking about her in sexy lingerie nearly kills me on the spot.
I run my hand over her hip as my eyes flutter closed at the gorgeous feel of her skin under my fingers. I dreamed about this. Literally. Every single night. And most days when I was awake, too. I longed for her. I missed her. Not just this, but all of her. Her laughter, her determination, her strength, her intelligence. I felt the hole in my life so keenly that it scared me a little. It’s rather frightening not to realize you have a big gaping hole there at all and then suddenly become so aware of it.