Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I fist my hands on his upper belly as I use him to lift my hips up and down at a steadier pace.
His fingers dig into my hips as I chase my orgasm, looming on the horizon. Just as I’m about to tumble over the edge, he drags me onto him and holds me tight so I can’t move.
“What the hell?”
He laughs, then rolls me over in one smooth motion, so he’s on top of me, his cock still buried deep inside me. Not even missing a beat, he picks up the pace I had, but this time harder and faster. Each slam of his hips into mine sends me sliding up the bed toward the pillow mountain in front of the headboard.
“Your turn, stellina,” he whispers, staring down at my face.
We lock gazes as he pounds into me, and I arch my hips up to meet him. And then I shatter. Everything in me breaks open, bright and shining. Wave after wave of pleasure pours through my body, and all I can do is hold on to him and ride it out. When I come back to myself, he’s lying with his weight partially on me, his head on my chest, and his heavy breathing tickles the sweaty skin across my belly.
When I can finally form words again, I mumble, “I need water.”
He rises as if his entire world wasn’t just shifted on its axis and brings me a bottle of water. Once I sit up and down most of the bottle, he lifts me and carries me into the bathroom.
When I catch sight of where he’s about to place me, I let out a giddy laugh. A jacuzzi tub sits in the middle of the floor, and he lowers me into the bowl and turns toward the faucets. The water warms quickly, and he settles into the bathtub behind me as it fills.
There is a selection of bubble baths along the edge of the tub, and I open them all, choosing several to dump into the tub.
“You know when I turn on the jets, the bubbles are going to grow exponentially,” he says.
I nod. “Let’s do it.”
He hits the button, and the jets start with a rumble. Almost immediately, the bubbles multiply, creating a huge foam cap on top of the water. I slap at the bubbles, batting them down so they don’t overwhelm us.
I know my face must be goofy with the smile there. Bubble baths are one of my favorite things.
“I’ll get you bubbles for our house,” he tells me, whispering in my ear.
I shift so I can meet his eyes. “I would love that.”
“I can tell. You look happy right now.”
As if he admitted something he didn’t want to, his face clears to a neutral look. “I’ll make sure they stay on the shopping list for you. As I told you, it’s my pleasure to take care of all of your needs.”
He drops his mouth to my ear and slides his lips down to my neck.
“All my needs, huh?”
When he bites the side of my neck, I press back into him.
“All of them, princess. I can’t wait to learn them all so I can ensure I’m doing a good job.”
His fingers dip down my belly, into the folds of my pussy. I shudder and arch my hips forward, loving the way he teases me. I’m still sensitive from my last orgasm, but I don’t want to wait for more.
I turn in the water so I can wrap my arms around his neck. He brings his hands up to my waist to support me as the water threatens to float me to the other end of the tub.
“What about your needs?” I ask.
He smiles. A true smile, and it’s enough to melt things inside my chest. “What needs do you mean?”
I drop a hand and grip him. “Well, I’ve figured out one of them. How about you let me know if there are more I can assist with?”
His eyes grow dark, and his grin naughty. “Right now, I need to finish this bath so I can fuck you again. Let me wash you, and then we’ll see about the rest.”
21
Nic
Celia is settling into my house like she owns it. Sarah still gives her lip, and I can tell Celia likes it when she pushes back. It’s been a couple of weeks since the wedding, and the first few days, I worried she’d change her mind, walk out in the middle of the night, or demand to leave.
But she doesn’t. She buys new clothes, all approved by me, of course, and reorganizes our closet. When she picked out a new rug for the bedroom, she looked almost worried I’d revoke the credit card I gave her. But I’ve never been good with that sort of shit, and I told her she can redecorate the entire house if she wants to.