Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Now I appreciated her attributes even more. I appreciated her petite shoulders, her perfectly proportioned tits, her slender belly, and her sexy hips. She was stunning from head to toe—and she was all mine.
I unclasped the chain from around my throat and slid the ring into my palm. The diamond had been hanging there for a long time, accompanying me everywhere I went. It was on me during my shower, underneath my shirt while I worked out at the gym. It was part of me now, a vigil for the woman who shared my name.
She looked down and watched me handle the ring.
I grabbed her left hand and started to slide it on.
But she pulled away. Her hand left my hold, and her fingers contracted into a fist, denying my advance in the most brutal way possible. That ring had sat on her finger for so long, but now she had no connection to it anymore. “I’m sorry… I’m just not ready.”
The ring stayed between my fingertips as the anger rushed through me. Just when it seemed like everything was okay between us, she stabbed me in the gut when I wasn’t paying attention. My fingers tightened around the ring, but then I forced my body to relax. I was the reason all of this happened in the first place. I hurt her…and it would take a long time to fix everything I’d broken.
I swallowed my pride and my anger and returned the ring to the chain.
“You don’t need to keep wearing it…”
“I want to.” I clasped the necklace around my throat and let the ring tap against my chest a couple of times before it stilled. Now the moment between us was ruined by the offer I made, by the rejection she so easily issued. Just when I thought our past was really behind us, I was reminded that she was still hurt by what I’d done. I needed to be more patient. I needed to make her feel secure in this relationship, that I wasn’t going to turn cold if things became too serious again.
She stayed on my lap and watched me with apology in her eyes. She probably felt just as shitty rejecting me as I did being rejected. Her eyes moved down to my chest, and her hands rested at her sides. She was still in my lap, but the electricity between us was long gone.
I’d been so eager to be inside her, but now all of that heat vanished. I was reminded of how I let her down, how I was an unfaithful husband. I’d never questioned my own worth, but when it came to Arwen, I didn’t feel good enough.
I slid her off my lap then walked into the bathroom. I’d already showered that morning, but I turned on the water and got inside. The warm water flattened my hair, and the steam fogged the glass. Drops of water ran down the tiled walls, and the heat made me forget it was raining outside. Something about a hot shower could clear my thoughts better than booze and cigars. Noise was canceled out by the falling water, so it made it easy for me to ignore the world around me. I closed my eyes as the water washed my thoughts away.
The door opened and closed behind me.
I didn’t open my eyes because I knew exactly who it was. She could have returned to her bedroom and given me the space I needed… But I didn’t really want space. I wanted us to be what we used to be, even though that seemed impossible. I opened my eyes and turned around.
Her hair immediately flattened with the humidity, and her skin glistened from the steam. Her tits tightened against her chest as her nipples pebbled in the heat. She moved closer to me, her chin lifting to meet my gaze as she drew closer. “I still want you…” Her hand moved to the center of my chest as she stepped under the water and let her strands stick to her wet skin. Her makeup started to run under the water, but I liked the way it began to drip. It reminded me of her tears, when her eyes would glisten because her climax was too much to take.
I wouldn’t turn down a beautiful woman in my shower, so I disregarded her earlier rejection and felt my body come to life with desire. My cock inflated to full mast and started to ooze from the tip. Now that this woman was mine again, I wanted to be inside her always. I wanted sex every night and every morning. I was a married man, and I wanted to enjoy it as much as possible…especially when I was married to a woman like her.
I cornered her against the wall then hiked her leg over my hip. With the water running down us both, I pressed her into the warm tile and sealed my mouth over hers. Moans echoed in the small enclosure, but were soon swallowed by the falling water. I hiked her leg a little higher and rubbed the base of my dick against her anxious pussy. With just the right pressure, I could make her shudder, make her wince from a mixture of pleasure and pain.