Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
No. She didn’t displease me in the least, but I can’t say the same for myself. The urge to walk away is right there like a knot in my chest that won’t let me breathe. I don’t want to feel this way. I don’t want to be responsible for her. I want to be the man I always was before—the good-time guy. I want to party and fuck pretty women and send them on their way. I don’t want to have my heart ripped out every time Kaja turns those gorgeous eyes on me. I don’t fucking want to care.
“I should leave then.” Kaja’s eyes turn down, but not before I catch the sheen of unshed tears. “I will find a place to sleep, but I won’t go far.”
She will curl up and cry and wonder how she failed me. I know exactly what she’ll do. I can tell her it isn’t her fault, but she won’t believe it. She’ll only believe it if I show her.
I can’t let her leave. “Kaja, I’m not done.”
She bites at her bottom lip. “But you pushed me away. Perhaps if you told me what I did wrong, I could learn how to please you.”
I reach out and pull her close. Only when her arms go around me do I relax again. I fucked up, but I can fix it. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t want to make love that way. I want to see your pretty face when you come for me.”
“But the mating…” she begins.
I shake my head and force her to look in my eyes. “No mating. Mating is for assholes who want to use you and give you nothing in return. Put that word out of your mind.” I let my hands roam as I ease her onto her back and get between her legs. I cover her body with mine. Yes, this is what I missed. I’m wrapped in her softness. “We’re going to make love, you and I. We’re going to fuck, but in the sweetest way possible. Do you understand?”
“No, but I already like it. I like being close to you.” Her legs move against my hips. She’s already accepting me in a way she didn’t before. She didn’t move when I mounted her from behind. Now she is participating. Her hands run down my back to the muscles of my ass.
“And I like your hands on me. Oh, touch me everywhere. I want to feel you all around me.” I’m right there again, with my cock at her pussy, but this time she’s the one who pulls me inside. Her hands grip my ass, and she spreads her legs.
“I like this making love, Dante,” she says. “I like this so much more.”
So do I. She’s with me this time. I take over, thrusting in gently and pulling out, simply enjoying the feel of being inside her. I let my head drift to her neck. I can hear the soothing sound of her heart racing and feel her warmth surrounding me. I fuck my wife for the longest time. She comes over and over, her mouth opening and crying out my name as her legs tighten around me. Five times she shudders and comes beneath me before her arms fall away.
“Dante, I can’t.” Her head has dropped back, and though she begs for mercy, there’s a smile on her face.
“One more. I want one more, and then we can be done. For now.” I don’t want her to get it into her head that she’ll be allowed more than a night’s rest. I intend to be inside her again as soon as she wakes in the morning. I intend to fuck her until she forgets there was a man before me.
“I can’t,” she whispers.
But she can. I push myself up and grind my pelvis against her clit as I fuck my cock as deeply into her as I can go, and she lights up around me.
Then it’s finally my turn. I let go, and the pleasure makes my body jerk as I come.
Another feeling flows through me. Utter satisfaction. I’m satisfied because I am complete in this moment. And then I realize the feeling isn’t mine. It’s Kaja’s. Her heart, her sweet, brave, loyal heart, is at peace for the first time as I come inside her. She holds me, clinging to me. So much of her pleasure comes from pleasing me.
I shudder one last time and let myself fall on her. Her breath comes out in a happy sigh, and she squeezes her arms around me.
I should roll off her. Some voice deep inside me tells me to run, but it’s a distant thing now. There’s another voice that tells me to revel in her. She’s mine, but this voice doesn’t tell me to take her because she belongs to me. This voice urges me to take care of her, to cling to her as she clings to me because we belong to each other.