Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
At the time, I could’ve done without that info—and I told him as much—but now, I’m thankful for his overshare.
“You wore this little skirt for me?” I ask when I lay her on the bed.
She nods slowly, her eyes filled with desire.
“Did you consider the easy access when you put it on?”
I flip the skirt up, exposing her simple black cotton thong that has a tiny wet circle soaking through the material.
Spreading her legs, I pull my sticky shirt over my head, dropping it onto the floor, and then bring my face right up to her center, inhaling her scent. Fuck, how I’ve missed her. When my nose rubs along the wet spot, Paige groans, wiggling her hips in frustration.
That’s okay because I’m about to make her come so hard that she’ll be more than relaxed.
But first…
“Take your shirt off, baby,” I tell her. “I need to see those perfect tits I’ve been fantasizing about.”
Even in the dimmed light, I can see her face flush, but she does as I asked, lifting her shirt over her head and undoing her bra.
I crawl up her body, my mouth watering at the sight of her tear-dropped tits and dusty-rose-colored nipples.
I don’t waste any time, taking one hardened peak between my lips, while I cup her other tit in my hand, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Paige gasps. “Careful. They’re sensitive.”
I nod in understanding, then change my tactic, circling my tongue around her areola. She sighs in pleasure, so I do it to the other one, making it a point to gently suck on the tip while watching to make sure she’s enjoying it.
As I suck and lick her nipples, she squirms under me, her legs wrapping around my waist and her material-clad cunt rubbing against me, desperate for the friction to get her off.
At one point, Paige moans so loudly from my sucking that I’m almost positive I could get her to come from nipple stimulation alone, but I want more than that. I know firsthand that my woman is a squirter, and I have every intention of getting her to soak this fucking bed.
When I pull back, she scrunches her nose in displeasure, and I can’t help but lean in and give it a kiss. Then, I kiss the corner of her mouth.
“Don’t pout,” I murmur against her lips. “I’m going to make you come.”
I kiss her quick and hard, needing a taste of her, and then force myself to break the kiss so I can give her what she needs.
Wanting to reacquaint myself with her body, I trail kisses down the center of her breasts and her torso. When I get to the protruding area where she’s carrying our baby, I stop and give it a kiss. I’ve wanted to be a dad for so long, and this beautiful woman is giving it to me. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine, and soon, I’m going to make it official. I’m going to put a ring on her finger and make her my wife, and I’m going to give her and our baby every-fucking-thing.
“Nate,” Paige says, reaching down and gently tugging on my hair. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I chuckle, realizing I was staring at her stomach while I was lost in thought. “I can’t wait to see your stomach grow.”
She snorts out a laugh. “That makes one of us. Growing leads to stretch marks and—”
“And you’ll still look beautiful, if not more so because they’ll be due to you carrying our baby. You have no idea how much I want this,” I admit, voicing my earlier thoughts. “It’s because of you, I’m going to be a dad.”
Her eyes turn glassy. “Well,” she says through a watery smile, “you kind of had something to do with that. Granted, it was the fun part, but you were still part of it.”
I bark out a laugh, falling even harder for this woman. She’s funny and kind and smart, and I hope our baby is just like her.
“I’m about to have some more fun.”
Before she has a chance to respond, I dip my head and press an open-mouthed kiss to that wet spot that’s only gotten wetter.
I pull her thong down her legs and then spread her lips so I can taste her. She’s dripping fucking wet, and as I glide my tongue up her center, I suck her juices into my mouth, her essence hitting my taste buds like electricity that shoots through me and straight to my cock.
“Oh God,” Paige moans, tugging on the strands of my hair. “Yes, right there.”
She tightens her legs around the sides of my face, and when I lick up her slit again, my beard scratches the insides of her thighs, eliciting a loud moan out of her. I know from our time in England that she loves my facial hair. I do it again and again, each time stopping and sucking on her swollen clit.