Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
For several seconds, he didn’t say a word, and Tillie waited with bated breath.
“If you don’t want me to touch you, then all you have to do is say so.”
He went to pull away, but she wasn’t going to allow him to do that. She had no choice but to capture his attention, and to do that, she pressed his open palm against her breast, which seemed to silence him for at least a moment.
Even now, she loved his touch. Her hand was over his, but he covered her breast. In that moment, she absolutely hated the feel of the clothing in the way. She wanted to be naked, with him touching her.
“You’re afraid of hurting me, aren’t you?” she asked.
There was no way she was going to allow him to get away with keeping her in the dark.
Luca stared at her. “I had no idea you were a virgin. It didn’t seem possible to me, and I wasn’t expecting it. I should have taken my time, been more careful with you, but I wasn’t.”
He shook his head, and Tillie let go of his hands and cupped his face.
“Stop. You need to stop this. Stop the guilt, or whatever the hell it is you’re going through. I don’t care. I … I want my husband. I want to be with you, and I don’t care what happened in the past. We’re making this work, right?” she asked. He gave a sudden nod of his head in response and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Good, because I want my husband to make love to me, or to … fuck me.” She licked her lips as her mouth suddenly felt so dry. “And the only way for me to do that … is for you to … have sex with me. Also, if we’re going to want to have babies, then we totally need to have s—” She didn’t get to finish what she was saying, but in that moment she didn’t care, because Luca had grabbed her face and kissed her hard.
Chapter Eight
Luca was desperate to fuck his wife. He’d been wanting to since that first night, but the memory of her pain, of his carelessness, plagued him. The last thing he wanted to ever do was hurt her. Just the thought of it was enough to fill him with an anger and rage he couldn’t comprehend.
Kissing Tillie now, hearing her plea, he knew he had to get over his own shit and make love to his wife the way that she wanted, in truth, the way she deserved. He broke the kiss to stare into her eyes. As much as he’d love to be balls-deep inside her on the dining room table, their true first time was not going to be here.
He took her hand, and without another word, he led her out of the dining room and toward the main staircase. Tillie didn’t argue, but she closed her hand around his, and he began to lead her to their bedroom. Stepping inside, he closed the door and then brought her in close.
He felt her sudden indrawn breath as he pressed his body against hers. He slid his hand down her back, going toward her shapely ass, which was one of the many things he loved about her. He gripped the full ripeness of her ass, and then thrust his cock against her stomach.
Luca was hard as fucking rock, and he felt an overwhelming need to be inside her. He wasn’t some impatient schoolboy, though. Tonight was going to be about the two of them, and he was going to make sure Tillie was mindless with pleasure. This time, when he pushed his cock deep inside her sweet cunt, she would be dripping wet and more than ready to take his wide length.
He gripped the edge of her shirt and began to pull it off over her head, dropping it to the floor as he did so.
Tillie followed him and began to open the buttons of his shirt. One by one, she slipped them through the buttonholes. The temptation to grab the shirt and pull it wide open was strong, but then he’d be stopping Tillie from the pleasure of getting him naked, and he wasn’t going to do that. Also, he loved her little touches.
With the shirt fully open, she put her hands on his waist, and then slowly slid up, going toward his shoulders, and she pushed the shirt right off.
She didn’t pull away, and he banded an arm around her waist drawing in close. He had no choice but to count to ten inside his head, to try and bring some focus to what he was doing.
He’d quite easily push her to the bed and fuck her right there, but he needed to remember to be patient. To take his time, to explore every inch of her body, like the goddess she was. His patience only lasted so long, and he couldn’t help but finger the waistband of her skirt. She let out a little moan, and he loved the sound, especially as his name followed that moan. All he ever wanted to hear from Tillie, certainly in the bedroom, was the sound of his name being carried on a pleasured moan.