Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 145231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
For now.
But he’s had his fun, and now it’s time for mine.
I lean against his chest, easing him back, looking him over again.
My Patton, my man, with his coppery hair and stark blue eyes and endless capacity to love me. And I’m still insanely smitten with the blue suit, which looks painted on over his muscles.
But one day of seeing him in that suit feels like plenty, and I’m sure he’ll agree. Time to say a fond goodbye.
“My turn.” He raises a hand to help me and I shake my head.
It’s painstaking, my progress.
Shucking his jacket off, then working off the open shirt underneath, I let my knuckles graze him as I work, silently worshiping every inch of bronze skin coming into view.
“You approve?” His eyes heat when they meet mine.
“You already know I do.” I press my palms on his chest, loving how his muscles tighten under me.
“Then let me help you out of this thing.”
I turn my back to him, blushing as he slowly undoes the buttons at the back of my dress. I’m thankful he hasn’t had too much to drink—they’re finicky at the best of times. But he doesn’t struggle, not for more than a minute or two.
Freedom!
Cool evening air teases my skin as I step out of the wedding dress piled on the floor. Underneath, there’s just the lingerie I bought for this occasion.
A red and black lace bra, showing off more than it conceals, and matching panties with polka dots. No need to complicate it with anything more elaborate when it won’t be staying on for long.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his voice gritty. “You’ve made this ladybug shit next level.”
I smile. “You’re just saying that because I’m almost naked.”
“Like hell. I’d think you were hot as hell even if you were wearing an old granny sweater.”
I twirl around on the spot. “So you’re saying you don’t like my panties?”
“Fuck no.” And the greedy way he embraces me proves it.
One hand finds my breast while the other caresses my stomach with a silent promise of where it may go next. Warmth pools between my legs.
As one hand toys with the lace of my bra, his other hand draws lazy circles against my stomach, sweeping lower, lower, before he trails a finger down the front of my panties.
I can’t hold back a moan.
And I feel his deep laugh more than I hear it as he turns his attention to my thighs.
“Someone’s in a hurry,” I tell him, wiggling my ass against the hardness behind me.
“Woman, I don’t have infinite patience,” he growls.
“But you’re going to spoil my fun,” I whine.
“Lying brat. You’ll have plenty.”
There’s no denying it as I grind against him again, grinning as his hips thrust against mine, the movement almost involuntary.
He circles my nipple in retaliation and slips a hand under my panties, one finger brushing my slick center.
I bite back a gasp.
Pleasure, overwhelming.
My nerves tingle, primed after being teased by his kisses, his wandering hands, the heady anticipation of what’s coming next.
My whole being cries out.
More, more, more.
And his fingers grow more insistent, grazing my clit.
I buck into their movements, urging them inside me, faster and deeper.
He happily obliges, sliding one finger in, and another as my ass rubs against him again.
“I married one demanding lady,” he whispers, amused lust in his tone.
I can only moan in reply.
This spot is private enough, near the back of the ship. There aren’t many crew around, and they’re mostly up in navigation, but you never know.
Anyone could see us, but I don’t care.
I’m too close to the edge.
Sighing, I throw my head back against his shoulder, my body tight in his arms as he brings me to the brink with practiced ease, plucking all my strings.
“Bite down on this hand when you come,” he whispers, pushing the meat of his palm against my mouth.
That’s it.
Undone.
I come so hard the night becomes streaks of gold and flicking shadows.
I lose myself to his embrace and the deep storming curses he breathes into my ear.
I melt into him the same way I always will, like the world itself folds into just us, two beating hearts given over to our own special madness.
I love how he’s coming apart, too.
His breath turns sharp and ragged as his fingers pump inside me, rubbing me down from my high with demanding need.
“Do you like it, hubby?” I gasp. “Seeing me like this?”
“Yeah. Just not as much as I like you mounted on my cock.” His voice is corrupted with desire, the roughness driving me into a deeper frenzy.
I barely see the passing water, even when my vision clears, or the dark shadows of the silhouetted trees on the far shore as the city fades into the distance.
It doesn’t matter.
All I need is him.
And the hunger in my veins builds until I can’t stand it, turning to face him.