Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I lean forward so she can remove it, and when I lean back, her hands are everywhere. She’s giving me that same wide-eyed look she gave me the first time she looked at me without my shirt. She doesn’t try to hide her fascination with me at all. Instead, she devours me with her eyes and touches every bare inch of me she can reach. When her hands go to the waistband of my jeans, I lean back as she unbuttons and unzips me.
“Lift up,” she orders me.
I lift my thighs, taking her with me, and she laughs as she struggles to pull down my pants and underwear.
She gets them to my thighs, and I sit back down.
My cock is hard between us, and she wraps her hand around my girth. “Nat…” I groan.
She smiles as she grips me harder, and her strokes become firmer. With her hand on me, she leans forward and kisses me. Our tongues mate, and we’re both breathless when she pulls back. “I need you inside me, Beau.”
At that exact moment, precum oozes from my cock. I grip it tightly and put my other hand on her hip. “I want that too.”
She lifts up until she’s positioned her core over me and slowly starts to impale herself on my pulsating rod. She’s slow about it, dragging out the movement as she clenches around me. “Fuuucckk,” I moan as she lifts up and slams her body back down on mine. In our whole marriage, this is the first time I’ve felt her bare wrapped around me, and it’s better than I ever dreamed. She’s like a fitted custom-made glove that’s just for me. Her pussy hugs me like she never wants to let me go.
She bounces on my lap, and her breasts sway in front of me. It’s too much, and my hands dig into her hips, pulling her down onto me every time she starts to lift up. Over and over, I thrust into her. Her head falls back as I kiss her shoulder, her breasts, and every inch of skin I can reach with my mouth. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I hold her close as she grinds her pussy on me. My voice is a guttural groan. “Come, Nat. Come for me, baby.”
She grinds once, twice, and then she loses all control of her body. Every muscle is pulled tight as she contracts around me. I have no choice but to follow her. I hold her waist tightly as I thrust up into her, painting her insides. My eyes roll into the back of my head because it feels so damn good.
We both collapse, panting and weak. Her head is on my shoulder, and I have to push the mass of blond hair off her face to kiss her. “I love you, Natalie.”
She smiles that smile that she saves for me. “I love you too, Beau.”
We lie here trying to catch our breath, and I notice when she tautens in my arms. Before I can ask her about it, she’s climbing off me and gathering her clothes. “Where are you going?”
She doesn’t look at me. “I need to go get cleaned up.”
I nod as I look at my now semi-flaccid dick that is coated in both of our juices. “Me too. You want to shower together?”
She seems surprised but nods her head. “Uh, sure, we can do that.”
I stand up and stretch my arms over my head. She’s looking at me, and I know there’s something on her mind. When I grab my clothes, I walk over to her. “Shower. We can talk in the shower.”
She slams her mouth shut and turns to go. I follow behind her, wondering how she could ever doubt how much I want her. Already my cock is aching, wanting to be inside her again.
Chapter 12
Natalie
“All right, tell me what’s on your mind.”
I turn away from him to stand under the spray of the water. I let it hit me right in the face, and when I come up for air, he’s moved around to the side to look at me. We’ve been in here for at least twenty minutes. He’s washed my hair and my body, and I returned the favor. His manhood is hard between us, but he’s ignoring it, and so I try to do the same. “Talk to me, Nat. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
I wish I could just leave it alone, but my conscience will kill me if I don’t say anything. “We, uh, didn’t use a condom. I mean, I’m on the pill and I take it religiously, but yeah, we didn’t use a condom.”
He smiles. “Trust me. I know we didn’t. We’ll probably never use one again. Not now that I’ve felt you bare. There’s no going back.”