Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
My husband.
For one night, I’d have my husband back.
My body filled with heat as the space once again closed between us, his lips on mine. Never in my life had I been more ready to be consumed by someone—craving not just sex, but the unmatched connection he and I shared, the way it had always felt like we were one, body and soul, whenever we made love. An experience only possible with him, no one else.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbled over my mouth. “You’re so fucking mine.” He hissed. “But you know that, don’t you?” He kissed down my neck to my collarbone as his warm hand slid over my spine.
Atticus worked to unbutton his shirt, but not fast enough for me. I moved his jacket off his shoulders and slid it down to fall to the floor. He unzipped my dress, and it too fell, followed by the remainder of our clothes in quick succession. I’d lost awareness of who was removing what until suddenly we were both almost completely naked.
Atticus shook his head slowly. “So fucking perfect, baby. Fucking hotter than ever.”
His glistening dick bobbed as he removed his boxer briefs, and it was hard not to gawk at his beautiful, thick cock. My mouth watered. I pried my gaze upward, only to find him exploring me with his eyes. As his gaze traveled down from my breasts to my legs, I took in the beautiful ridges of his abs, the ink on his tattooed chest. Not a blemish on his golden skin.
Atticus lifted me and walked us over to the wall. With my back against it, I wrapped my legs around him, ready to accept anything he’d give me.
His eyes lingered on mine for a moment before he took my mouth again. My fingers threaded through his hair, both of us breathless and crazed. I couldn’t explore him fast enough and struggled to control my frenzied need for him.
He flipped us around, carrying me over to the bed before we tumbled to the mattress. With the weight of his body on top of me, I fully surrendered, spreading my legs wide. He looked into my eyes as he thrust into me for the first time. I kept my eyes on him, making an unintelligible sound at the sweet burn of him entering me. I’d been unprepared for the intensity of that first push, having nearly forgotten how he filled me, how amazing it felt to have him inside of me.
What started out slow and easy quickly grew faster. Atticus groaned as he fucked me harder, my worries fading away as we fell into a beautiful rhythm. “You’re mine,” he said as he plowed into me. “I hope this helps you remember you’re still my wife.” Atticus kissed down to my breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth. “God, I’ve missed these tits.” He sucked harder before letting it go. “Missed every inch of you, baby.”
I dug my nails into his back as he pumped in and out, his lips eventually finding mine again.
“Never forget who you belong to,” he growled, pulling out slowly and thrusting hard.
I bucked my hips to meet his while he lowered his mouth to my neck, sucking on the skin there. He eventually kissed his way back up to look me in the eyes. I studied his every expression as I squeezed his muscular back.
“I love the way you look at me when you take my cock,” he breathed. “Like you know I belong to you.”
My mouth opened, but no sound came out—just the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt roll through my body. “Atticus…” I panted.
My muscles clamped down around him as I came. He pumped into me one last time as he shrieked, the force of his own orgasm shattering me as his hot cum filled my core.
We rocked back and forth for several minutes until there was nothing left in either of us.
“I’m afraid to let you go,” he whispered over me. “I don’t want to pull out. Ever. My beautiful wife.”
***
The following morning, I woke with Atticus spooning me, his arms wrapped tight. His cock was fully erect as it pressed against my ass. It felt just like old times at Mimi’s, except that everything had changed since last night. It had felt right to make love to him, yet where would we go from here?
I tried not to give in to my fears right away. When I turned to face him, he was wide awake, just looking at me.
“Good morning,” I mewled.
“Good morning,” he said softly. “I never wanted morning to come, though.”
“Me neither. How long have you been up?”
“A while. I’ve been wired since last night and didn’t want to waste these moments with you by sleeping.” He buried his face in my chest. “I have an idea.”