Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“You and I haven’t really had a chance to speak since everything happened,” she says, looking down at her feet and fiddling with her fingers. “I told Ani that you,” she swallows hard, “took care of everything.”
“I did.” I tilt my head to examine her face in order to try to read her. “Do you want to know how? The details?”
I’ve never told anyone the details after a job. Not even my father. I do the deed, I clean up after myself, and we never speak of it again. But I’ll make an exception for Daphne if she needs it. Or if her sister needs it.
“No,” she says. “I feel like talking about that man, even the way he died or where his body is, gives him too much of our breath. He’s not worth it. I think it’s best to forget the man even existed. He’s nobody.”
“He’s nobody,” I agree.
I know Daphne has a lot on her mind right now with her sister, but she doesn’t turn away when my mouth lowers toward her. I haven’t kissed her since Ani arrived. We haven’t slept together since she’s been sleeping by her sister’s side this entire time.
I’ve missed her. I’ve missed…my wife.
Our lips touch, a fleeting hint of what’s yet to come. I press her close, then closer still, so that the soft curves of her body meld to the hardness of my cock. I kiss her again, as her arms lift to encircle my neck. Our kiss intensifies, leaving our bodies tense for more.
I want to approach things slowly, to not let my desire be mastered by my passion. But when Daphne moans against the thrust of my tongue and her hands frantically remove all of my clothing, I know the battle is lost.
The level of chemistry between us is consuming, making me want her with an intensity I never experienced with anyone else. When she makes it known she’s willing and wanting to accept my claiming of her body, I almost explode with lust.
Her physical response leaves me no doubt that the woman feels the same pull I do. Sensual, erotic, and tantalizing sex can easily become our form of communication and connection. Passion always mixed with our day and night is my ultimate goal for this marriage of ours. It’s what and who we are becoming, and I plan to keep it that way.
She rubs herself intimately against me, the action making my cock grow even harder. I want to sink into her, to lose myself in her slick, wet heat, to drive us both hard and fast to orgasm. I can’t wait to hear her scream out my name.
It’s what we both want—more important, what we need. But this time, I’m determined to give her something different, to offer her something more. Not just a sexual experience, but a promise. I want to communicate security in the way we make love. Yes, I said it. Make love. I want to make sure she feels safe in the fact I’m here. I am going to shelter her from any storm that comes her way.
My cock presses against my pants to the point of pain. I can’t free myself from the restraints of my clothing fast enough. She does the same and lowers her dress, her panties, her bra… This woman… this goddess before me literally makes me grow weak in the knees. Such sweet delicate features, and also such luscious and alluring curves. I have to have her. I have to have her now, and I pray to God that I can be gentle since I have already been firm and truly pushed her boundaries.
Shedding the last of my clothes as she sits on the edge of the mattress, I approach the bed and run my palm up Daphne’s leg, enjoying her not flinching, but moaning in response to my touch. She lays back on the bed completely naked and doesn’t conceal herself at all. Her eyes never leave mine, as if she’s attempting to hypnotize me with her seductive and needy stare.
“I want to look at and touch every part of your body. I want to memorize every curve, every dip and valley, and every inch of your skin,” I say so she has no doubt of what’s coming.
Without waiting for a response, I spread her legs wide, watching the seam of her pussy open for me. Beneath her pussy, I see her anus, so small…so tight. Her tiny hole just begging to be entered, but I want to go easy today. I want that sweet pussy of hers milking my cock dry.
Running my finger along the puckered and delicate flesh, I watch how she presses her ass against my hand, not resisting my touch.
“This time isn’t meant to be a punishment. I don’t want to hurt you. I only want you to feel pleasure,” I say the words as I run my fingers to the seam of her pussy.