Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
After I don’t know how long, he pulled free and helped me to my feet. He stepped out of his jeans and underwear and pulled me against him, his cock still wet with saliva and trapped between us.
He kissed me, his tongue hot in my mouth. Breathless, he raised his head. “Thank you for waiting for me.”
We fell across the bed together, hands in hair, mouths pressed to skin, and Neil slipped down my body to lie between my legs, his mouth descending over my vulva. My hips hitched up, and he held them in his hands—not holding them down but urging me to rock against his face as he sucked my clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.
I lifted my head off the bed with a cry of satisfaction and need rolled into the same desperate, relieved sound. I sank my fingers like claws into his hair. The low light played off the silver strands in a faint golden patina. His fierce green eyes fixed on mine with startling intensity as I rose closer and closer to my peak. I kept my eyes open, letting our contact linger. I came staring into his eyes, a grateful moan parting my lips.
I looked for any sign of the triumphant humor he often showed after he’d gotten me off; sometimes, I was surprised that he didn’t beat his chest like Tarzan, in a spectacle of self-congratulation. But I never saw it. He stayed as focused on my responses as he would during a scene, raw desperation piercing his expression.
He moved over me, then inside of me, kissing me as he slid in. I tasted myself on his mouth; his face was wet. I licked his jaw and felt his shudder go through him. Our muscle memories took over, locking us into the rise and fall of our bodies. He threaded his fingers with mine and held my hands down above my head. It only took that amount of force, and I was done for. I needed my Sir, and though tonight, we were just Sophie and Neil, I felt him with us, and my submissive self cried out with joy. I bucked beneath him, and he stiffened as he flooded into me.
He collapsed, and I was content to lay beneath him, my legs still locked around his hips. I couldn’t believe what had just happened between us. All of the tension and self-doubt of the past weeks, all the fears that things between us might never be the same, again, melted away. I was so relieved I laughed.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, raising his head.
His cock slipped out of me, a gush of wetness in its wake, and damn it, we were on my side. But even that couldn’t bring me down. “Nothing, I just really needed that.”
A faint whimper over the baby monitor broke me from my post-orgasmic bliss. “I should get her before Mariposa does it on her night off.”
Usually Neil offered to help, but all he did was nod and roll off.
I scooped my chemise off the floor and pulled it on as I walked. I’d just reached the door when Neil stopped me. “Sophie.”
I turned. “Yeah?”
He leaned up on one arm. “Thank you. Not just for tonight. But for every night. I haven’t told you enough…”
“You didn’t have to,” I reassured him. “I knew.”
I’d doubted, but deep down, I’d known.
“I love you.”
I grinned at him. “I love you, too. But there is a baby who’ll be screaming in a few seconds.”
He huffed a laugh. “Go on.”
Getting Olivia settled was just a matter of a clean diaper and some rocking. She didn’t even want a bottle, probably because she was so exhausted from all the excitement tonight.
Gazing down at her blonde curls and her chubby cheeks, I wondered if she would remember tonight. Not in a conscious way; memories were too short for that. But maybe, somewhere in her subconscious, she would have the image of those lanterns floating into the starry night sky, and she would see them in her dreams.
I hummed a little lullaby to her and pressed my lips to her forehead. I rocked her for far longer than was strictly necessary to get her to sleep, but it felt so good to hold her little body in my arms. I could see why people liked this. It had never held any appeal for me before.
When I could barely keep my eyes open myself, I laid Olivia in her crib and gave her light-up seahorse a squeeze so it would play its soft, soothing tunes to keep her asleep. I closed her door gently and headed back to our room.
On my way past the study, I noticed the screen of Neil’s computer was still lit, with the screensaver cheerfully bouncing around the dimly illuminated screen.