Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 27906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Panting that adds heat she has to wildly buck her hips to chase.
Chasing that’s sloppy and greedy.
And the greedier my wife gets, the faster she grinds, leaving me no choice but to stiffen my tongue to provide that tiny bit of pressure guaranteed to have her boldly going where only this man is allowed to take her.
Orgasmic howls of my name are muffled by the ringing in my ears from having them ceaselessly knocked into; however, the shudders of her frame combined with the quivers from her pussy more than make up for missing the audio portion.
Don’t get me wrong.
I fucking love hearing my wife call out my name – and nickname – but honestly?
I just love being the reason she’s screaming more.
What can I say?
I’m easy going like that.
Nae clumsily abandons her beverage and slumps off my mouth to my lap where my cock is noticeably beginning to stir for another round. She teasingly wiggles her hips around prior to inquiring, “Is this really how we’re gonna spend the last day of our honeymoon? Banging like sharks during mating season?”
Chuckles are accompanied by me tucking my hands underneath my head. “That analogy is proof that Bryn is a terrible influence.”
“Because I used an ocean metaphor instead of a cheer one?”
“Or a Star Trek one.”
Sniggers leave us both during her amused headshaking.
I like that my wife – fuck, I love saying wife – and my best friend are in their own way best friends too.
Nae hasn’t had many females in her orbit she can rely on or not compete with – even now as the lead choreographer and engagement liaison for the cheerleaders/dancers of The Highland Hellcats basketball team – so the fact she has even the one is enough for her.
Plus, they get to go do the “girly” shit together neither would ever openly admit about wanting do with another chick.
Like shopping for bikinis or attending the openings of art exhibits by overly charming graffiti dudes or trying aerial yoga, which for the ship’s records my best friend hates but my wife is obsessed with because…of course she is.
The woman loves to bend.
And flex.
And become more bendable and flexible.
She also loves to showcase that in her routines and the girls along with the audience love to watch it.
Self-included.
Sometimes we attend games as a family – Wilcox Enterprises owns a luxury suite at the stadium – where we cheer for Jericho – who’s still single – and the cheerleaders alike. Wyland, my now two and half year-old nephew, pretends to both be a basketball player and break dancer whenever we're there proving exactly how much he loves them both.
Welcoming them into my world was surprisingly effortless.
Wes – albeit not a fan of strangers – never treated them like they were.
From the moment they stepped foot on the estate grounds, which is where Janae and I live at times on our own portion of the property, they were considered family.
I’m sure it helped having Bryn vouch for them beforehand, but it was still a relief.
I was still grateful that both halves of my life could do more than co-exist.
They could be one.
Like our work, life balance shit.
My app has proven to be extremely lucrative and successful for the company – despite the delayed demo schedule I arranged to support Nae a couple years back – and I’ve learned to manage having a hectic schedule by having Beloved come with me whenever she can along with making sure my personal assistant takes her schedule into account too, allowing us to carve out time together more often.
Wes really should take some director’s notes in this department; however, that’s another story for another place that is not our honeymoon.
“How about…” my hands return to her hips right on top of her original Starfleet Delta and Beloved tattoos upon sitting up, “we go one more round in the water and then head into town to do that shopping I’ve been avoiding like a Voyager rerun?”
“Voyager shouldn’t be avoided. Enterprise should.”
“I never,” playfully leaves my lips, instantly springing a smile to hers, “thought I would marry someone who would say something so wrong.”
“I never thought I would marry someone who could be so wrong.”
“I never thought I would marry someone I fake dated on vacation.”
“I never thought I would marry someone I convinced to fake date me on vacation.”
“I’ve never been happier.”
Her arms lovingly tangle around my neck at the same time her lips descend for mine. “And neither have I.”
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