Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Chapter Thirteen
TRULY
I’m grateful for the privacy window between us and the driver in the SUV because we can’t keep our hands off each other on the ride home. There’s been a shift between us. It’s been slowly happening all day. The hurt and misunderstandings that have plagued us were resolved. At least for now. The issues with our parents will have to wait until another day.
Tonight, I want to focus on my husband. For us to explore each other in ways that I’ve only ever fantasized about. I have wanted this for so long. There is still a small part of me that worries the bottom could fall out any second.
“What are you thinking about?” Blake asks between kisses, his hand caressing the side of my face. I have never felt so desired before. It helps soothe that forgotten feeling I’ve had for so long.
I’m currently straddling him, my dress bunched up so that my sex is pressed against his hard cock. How the hell it’s going to fit inside of me, I have no clue, but I’m ready to find out, and I trust Blake. I didn’t wait this long to slow down now.
“How long I’ve dreamt of being like this with you. Wished that you would want me in the same way that I did you.”
“You never have to worry about me wanting you.” He leans in closer, his eyes staying locked on mine, wanting me to know how serious he is. “Truly. What should concern you is how much I do want you and the lengths I’ll go to make sure you remain mine.” Those words should probably frighten me, but I can’t help but be more turned on by them.
This time it’s me that takes his mouth in a kiss as I rock my hips along the length of his cock. The thought of him being obsessed with me does it for me. I feel his hands grip me, holding me in place. I let out a small cry of protest. With how turned on I am, I’m less shy. My need is outweighing everything else.
“We’re home,” he says, breaking our kiss. I was so caught up that I hadn’t even realized we stopped moving.
Blake’s fingers tuck my hair that had fallen forward during our make-out session behind my ear. I lean into his touch, loving the intimacy between us. He lifts me off his lap, placing me beside him, before fixing my dress. Blake opens the door, stepping out and offering me his hand to exit and suddenly sweeps me into his arms to carry me inside.
“I can walk, you know,” I tease him, but he doesn’t put me down until we enter the master bedroom and he gently places me onto the bed. “You planning on carrying me around for the rest of my life? I mean, I’m not opposed to it.”
“Say the word and you’ll never have to walk again.” He flashes me that panty-dropping smile of his as he drops to his knees in front of me. He slips my shoes off, massaging the arch of my foot for a moment. With each stroke, the pleasure between my thighs grows more intense.
"Blake.” I moan out his name, making his eyes flare with need.
“Stand up and let me help you out of your dress.” He places my foot down. I immediately miss his touch, but I do as he asked.
I turn, giving him my back for him to unzip it. He places gentle kisses along my neck and shoulders as he does. Goose bumps break out along my skin, a thrill of anticipation tingling down my spine. The dress pools at my feet, leaving me standing in only my pink bra and lacy panties.
“Turn around. I want to see what belongs to me,” he growls, and I know he is teetering on the edge. Slowly I start to do as ordered. I'm not quick enough, and he helps me along, gripping my hips. I bite back a laugh.
“What about you?” I start to undo one of the buttons on his shirt. When he doesn’t stop me, I keep going. The rise and fall of Blake’s deep breaths lets me know how much I’m affecting him.
"No." His hand grips my wrist when I go for the last piece of clothing, his boxer briefs. “Those stay on for now.” He reaches around me and unsnaps my bra. It falls, hitting the floor.
“You did that way too easily."
“I’m good with my hands.” One of those hands reaches up to cup my breast.
“Blake,” I snip.
"Truly mine, I promise you I have never unsnapped a bra before.”
I don’t get a chance to respond. Blake lifts me, tossing me onto the bed, and comes down over me, his body pressing to mine. My legs spread wide to make room for my husband.