Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry for hurting you,” he says, stroking my wrist.
I put a hand on his chest, and he sucks in a breath. I’ve avoided touching him for months now, and I know he’s surprised by my hand on him.
I lean into him, but he stops me. “We are going to be okay, Ellie. I promise you that we’re going to be okay, but I need you to do something for me.”
Surprised, I nod. Robert is not much for talking, and the fact that I was going in for a kiss and he stopped me makes me really tune in to what he’s going to say.
He searches my eyes. “You have to trust me, baby. We’ve been together for thirty-five years. You have to know that I love you and I would never do anything that I know would hurt you.”
I lift my chin. I want to argue with him and tell him all my insecurities, but he stops me. “It’s not possible for me to be attracted to anyone else.”
I burst out a laugh, but he doesn’t join in. He shakes his head. “I’m serious. If I think of you, if I touch you, hell, if I see you, I’m hard. My body doesn’t react to anyone else like it does to you.”
I roll my eyes. “Bobby, that’s ridiculous, you know that, right?”
He grabs both my hands and holds them in his own. “I don’t even look at other women. Why would I when I have you? It’s me and you, baby. Forever. You can move across town, you can do what you need to do to be happy, but I’m going to be right here waiting for you.”
Unable to hold back, I lean toward him. “Show me. Show me that you’re hard for me.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He brings my hand to the V of his legs and presses my palm to his hard manhood.
I squeeze, and he groans.
It’s thrilling to see the power that I have over him. “I need you, Bobby.”
He stands up and pulls me with him. “Not as much as I need you.”
He reaches behind me and lifts me into his arms. I swat him on his chest. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
His smile gets even bigger. “If there comes a time I can’t hold you in my arms, I will be hurt.”
I lean my head against his chest as he walks to the bedroom door and kicks it open.
He walks to the bed, but instead of sitting me down, he looks at the nightstand. I follow his gaze, and he’s looking at a framed picture of him and me.
I stroke my hand across his beard. “It was never about leaving you, Bobby. I’ve never for one second stopped loving you.”
He drags his gaze from the picture and looks at me. “I can’t lose you, Ellie. I can’t.”
I slide my hand up and around his neck. “You won’t.”
He presses his lips to mine, and the kiss is explosive. It’s like everything between us has been bottled up and needs out. There’s no containing it. He lets me slide to my feet, and I stand with shaky knees.
His hands are everywhere, and he pulls back to tell me, “I need you naked. I need to look at you.”
He pulls my lower body against him and grinds into me. His moan is guttural, and he says shakily, “I’m not going to last.”
He acts like a starving man.
I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up my body. I barely get it off and he’s clasped his lips over my bra-covered breast. The material doesn’t stop him. He suckles me, and I arch into him.
With a flick of his fingers, he undoes the snap of my bra, and the straps fall from my shoulders. He pulls his lips from my breast just long enough for the material to fall, and then we’re skin to skin, suckling me like his life depends on it.
There’s a pull in my lower belly, and he lifts my leg as he grinds into my core.
It’s all too much, a new feeling but also just the same. Bobby pulls from one breast and moves to the other. I let my hand slide down between us and try to undo his belt. With unsteady hands, I finally get the belt undone, but I’m half out of patience as I reach under the waistband of his slacks and wrap my hand around his hot, impressive girth.
His mouth rips from my body, and his voice is gruff. “Fuck.”
I stroke him harder, squeezing him firmly, and his hips jerk. For a man that is always in control, he’s losing it right now. Frustrated, I tell him, “Pull off your pants, Bobby.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He rips them down his legs, kicking his shoes off as he goes. Then he tugs his shirt off, and he’s huffing and puffing as he stares back at me. I’m topless, wearing only my jeans, but that’s not enough for him. He reaches for the buckle and quickly slips it through the hole.