Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“Z.” I moan, my body starting to ache with a primal need.
“Done with this,” he says before I feel a tug and then a snap. Z pulls back, revealing the necklace I had been wearing, now in the palm of his hand. He lifts it, letting the ring slip free. I hold my hand out, knowing what he wants.
He slips the simple gold band onto my finger. We’d gotten it on the fly, and Z told me he had another for me when we returned home, but I adore this one. I think in part because it’s not showy and over-the-top like most things I do. It was a stolen moment we had together. It represents us. That we don’t actually need anything else. Only each other, and that is and always will be enough.
“It doesn’t leave your hand again.”
“Never,” I vow. Z still has my hair in a tight grip; it relaxes a fraction.
“Take the dress off, wife.” He releases his hold, stepping back. “I want to watch.”
I reach to the side of the dress, finding the hidden zipper. I tug it down, letting the dress drop, pooling down my knees, leaving me in only a pair of silky white panties.
I feel empowered by the way Z looks at me. His eyes roam over me as though he can’t get enough. There’s no doubt in my mind that he needs to be the one in control right now, but I want to give him something first. He always puts my pleasure before anything, and I want to return the favor but know it has to be his idea.
“Are you going to stare all day or do something with me?” I ask, knowing my smart mouth will most likely get the desired outcome. I lick my lips again, this time while staring directly at his cock that is now in his hand.
The man has gone down on me a million times, but I’ve never gotten to return the favor. He’d said before he worried about his control and was always greedy to sink his cock inside of my pussy.
“Watch it,” he says as he strokes himself a few times before stepping back toward the bed. Oh, I’m watching. “Open your mouth.” I part my lips as he guides the head of his cock to them. I make no protest, wanting to please him. “Good girl.”
Z pushes the head of his cock into my mouth, his hand going to the back of my neck, keeping me firmly in place. He thrusts forward, his cock gliding against my tongue. His strokes are slower at first but start to grow faster as I get used to taking more of him into my mouth.
"That's it," he praises. His other hand cups my breast as he jerks his hips back and forth. There is nothing I can do but take what he is giving me, and I gladly do. Loving that I am giving him pleasure in a different way.
I whimper around his cock when he gives my nipple a small tug. I try to close my legs, needing pressure on my throbbing clit, but Z stops moving mid-thrust.
"Did I say you could move?" I peer up at him through my lashes. "You stay still and let me take what I need." Holy crap. I moan around his cock. I don't know if he meant for his words to turn me on; likely, the man knows my body better than I do, but I swear it gives me a mini orgasm.
I stroke my tongue against his cock, letting him know I'll be a good girl, for now. Z thrusts forward, harder this time, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I relax, wanting to take as much of him as I can.
A groan rumbles from him, and I start to suck while stroking him with my tongue. A string of curses leaves him in Italian. He jerks his cock back, letting it slip from my lips before he pounces, pinning me onto the bed. That wild look is back in his eyes.
“Need you.”
“I know.” I grip his chin, making him stare into my eyes. “You with me?” He nods. “Good, because I need you too. Always.”
Z might have lost control, but that's more than okay because I'm starting to realize it's me who has it. I always have.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Z
Cosima sleeps lightly with her head resting on my chest. I run my fingers up and down her bare back. I’m not sure how long I’d slept, but a dream or nightmare, I suppose, jerked me awake.
It’s been years since I dreamed of my parents. They have faded with time, or so I thought. My nightmares have turned to dreams of Cosima over the years.
Now they’re back but different. It’s always been hard for me to recall if the dreams were memories or simply nightmares crafted on their own. Each time the details changed, but this time they’d been more clear. My mind has been racing since I woke, trying to decipher if any of the moments from this most recent one are based from reality. Or if Sal’s words from yesterday had struck their desired chord and that’s why.