Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Is that so?” I have never thought about fucking anyone in the ass before, but now she’s put the idea into my head, I want to touch and taste every part of her. That includes her ass.
“I think you do that at like three years married.”
“Three?” Where the hell did she come up with that number?
“I don’t know. I might have made it up.” Tova leans in more, brushing her lips over mine, taking what she wants. I indulge her, unable to resist even though I should. Tova’s tongue strokes against mine, a small moan leaving her.
“You win.” I groan, breaking the kiss.
“Really?” She beams up at me. “I’ve seduced you.” I can tell she is rather proud of herself.
“Lean back,” I order her, but I’m already gently pushing her shoulder back. “Undo the buttons.” I’d only buttoned a couple of them. Her tiny fingers quickly undo them, pushing the shirt open, revealing her rosy pink nipples.
Tova lies there sweetly watching me. Always so curious when it could put her in danger. I remove my shoes and loosen my belt, but I will keep my pants on. They must remain in place, or I risk crossing a line. Tova licks her lips, causing me to imagine what it will feel like to have them wrapped around my cock one day.
I push her legs apart, making room for myself. My hands go to her hips to stroke up her soft silky skin to her tits. I cup one in each hand as I lean in. Her scent surrounds me, making my mouth water. I have to taste her. There is no going back.
I suck her hard little nipple into my mouth. Tova shudders a breath. I circle it with my tongue before moving my mouth to the other to give it the same attention.
"Yes," Tova moans, her back arching to try and get more of her tit into my mouth. Her hand instinctively comes down to tangle her fingers in my hair.
I trail my mouth farther down her body, lingering on her stomach. The image of her round with our child flashes through my mind. A tidal wave of protectiveness rolls through me.
My fingers skim the top of her panties. As badly as I want to take them off, I refrain, finding some semblance of control left, but I know it won’t last forever.
Instead, I dip my fingers into her panties, tugging them to the side to reveal her glistening bare folds. Her tiny clit is barely poking out, begging for attention. The sight and smell of her pussy makes my balls ache. The need for release is thumping through me, but I ignore it and everything else. There is only my wife and the pleasure I’m going to give her. I need to make her crave more. To become addicted to me, the same way I am to her.
I use my tongue to spread her open and groan when her flavor hits my tongue. Another need comes rushing forward, and I don’t fight this one. I bury my face in her cunt, wanting her juices to coat my face. To have her perfect pussy put its scent and mark all over me.
Tiny, sexy moans leave her. “Warren.” Her hips start to writhe when I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue flicking back and forth while still suckling on her. “Warren, oh, oh.”
She shakes her head back and forth, and I know she’s close. I reach up with both hands and grab hers, her fingers entwined with mine. Her grip tightens on me, and I know she’s there.
I watch as her breath hitches, and Tova’s back arches off the bed as she cries out her release. I can’t stop. I should probably give her time, but I can’t. I eat her through the orgasm and greedily into another.
When I lift my head, Tova’s breasts are rising and falling with her gasps, and a soft smile is on her lips. Her cheeks are even rosier than before. Slowly her eyes flutter open, and her smile grows bigger.
“That was—” She licks her bottom lip, a shyness suddenly taking over. I give her hips a tug to pull her farther down the bed and off the headboard she’d been slightly leaning up against as she watched me eat her cunt.
“That was what?” I encourage, coming up over her.
“There isn’t a word for it.” Her fingers brush down my jaw. “Festive.”
“Festive?” I bark a laugh.
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I lit up like all the Christmas lights in the world.”
I always wondered if I would know love in my life. If it were even possible for me to feel that emotion.
I know without a doubt that I most assuredly can. I love my wife. Now I have to figure out how to get her to love me back.