Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
I had never wanted him more.
When he was finally in the hot tub, his cock disappearing beneath the bubbly water, he held his hand out for me. “Come here.”
I moved through the water, wanting nothing more than to sit in his lap and slide his cock inside of me. But he turned me around, sitting me on his knee. My legs parted to accommodate his leg until my pussy was sitting right on his leg.
His hands were moving in gentle, relaxing strokes along my back. Unperturbed by the fact that I was now straddling one powerful thigh and my pussy was pulsing to life at the friction. Or maybe he was unaware that I was turned on just from undressing. That sitting on his knee like this was sweet, blissful torture. Especially because there was a jet near enough to be aimed at where my pussy met his thigh.
I squirmed as the pressure built, barely conscious of the massage happening. I tried to focus there and not below, but it was difficult. He was rubbing my shoulders, interjecting that with long strokes up and down my back.
My nipples pebbled, pert and aching from the tension. He had to know what he was doing. The touches to my neck as he worked his wet hands along my skin. The slow move over my ass before going back up my sides, so close to my breasts and yet so tantalizing far away. I could imagine those hands on my breasts, between my legs, inside of me.
I closed my eyes, and a soft sigh escaped me. I was rocking on his knee now. Chasing that sweet friction to its inevitable end point.
“Is that what you need?” he breathed into my ear.
“Yes,” I panted.
“What else do you need?”
I didn’t stop my rocking. I just panted, “Touch me.”
So, he continued his slow perusal, moving his hands up my stomach, over my ribs, and up to my breasts. I gasped at the first tweak of my nipple with his fingers. I arched back into him, riding his knee like it was his cock, unabashedly. He moved to the other nipple, massaging it in between his thumb and forefinger.
“Oh,” I breathed.
He banded one arm around my middle, sliding me backward until my back was pressed against his chest. His cock jutted up between us, and I reached my hand backward to lazily stroke it. He let me as he used his other hand to find my clit.
“Keep riding me,” he commanded.
I tipped my head back as I did what he’d said, shameless. I wanted his cock. I wanted his fingers. I wanted his mouth. But I hadn’t realized that I would take whatever he would give me. Even this little bit of friction and his fingers on my clit to push me toward the edge.
“Please,” I gasped.
He slipped his fingers between my pussy and his leg and slid them effortlessly up into me. I gasped at the feeling of him filling me. It wasn’t enough, and yet I rode him like my life depended on it. I wanted this.
My orgasm hung like a hazy edge, just out of reach.
He must have known because, without a second thought, he lifted me and had me face the nearest jet. The full blast of it hit my clit. All at once, I saw stars, and I couldn’t stop the scream that ripped from my throat as my climax hit hard and fast.
He turned me to face him as I clamped around his fingers. Then, he stole my orgasm, claiming it with his mouth and lips and teeth.
“Mine,” he told me. “My wife.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “My husband.”
22
CHASE
My wife tasted like sex.
I wanted to taste that on her every day for the rest of our lives. Having her want to climax so badly that she nearly came on my knee was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen.
Last night had been so fucking hard. I lay awake in bed, imagining her only a door away, naked in bed without me. I’d had to take it out on my poor dick just to get enough sleep to be functional. All I could think about was her body and how much I fucking missed her. Not just the sex, but her.
If there had been any more anticipation for this day, then I didn’t know it. Which was why I’d wanted to start in the Jacuzzi to loosen her up. If I felt it, then she certainly did. I hadn’t even planned to have it be sexual. But then she’d been riding my leg, and well, what was I supposed to do?
As she came down, I gently released her.
She laughed. “Well, that was…incredible.”
“I could watch it all day. In fact, I want to watch it again.”
“My turn to watch,” she argued.
“I’ll give you as many fucking orgasms as I want.”