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She shakes her head. "Everything is so right."
"Good, now focus on your written word."
She slowly turns her gaze back to her screen. “Oh you cued the device to the smutty bits, you—” She gasps for I’ve slid my fingers between her thighs. And when I slip my fingers inside her, a whine slides from between her lips. Her fingers tremble, then clutch at the Kindle. I weave my fingers in and out of her, and a soft groan spills from her lips. I bring my other hand down to pinch her clit, then curve my fingers inside of her. She cries out and her back arches. The Kindle slips from her fingers and falls into the water.
69
Penny
"No, no, no, my Kindle." I try to sit upright, but he pinches my clit, and I detonate. The orgasm flows through me like the water slithering between my thighs. My toes curl. I throw my head back and into the pillow that cushions me from hurting myself. I come and come, dimly aware that he’s continuing to work his fingers in and out of me. With his free hand he, pinches a nipple, and a second orgasm rips through me. He twists the nipple, and a sharp flash of pain zips down to meet the spot where he’s thrusting his fingers in and out of me.
He adds a third finger and a fourth, and oh, god, that feels so good. I squeeze my thighs together, holding his hand captive. Then reach down and grab at his broad wrist. It only spurs him on, for his movements become more frantic. He brings his head down and bites down on my other nipple, and I cry out. "Oh, my god, I’m coming again!"
He continues to pinch my nipple, sucking on my other one while his wicked fingers press down on that secret spot between my inner walls, and my eyes roll back in my head. This time, the orgasm arrives with no warning. One minute, I’m panting; the next, I’m flying through the air. Black spots cloud my vision as I scream. I begin to slump, and he slides his arms under me and lifts me out of the bathtub.
"My Kindle," I manage to gasp out.
"It’s waterproof," he murmurs.
Of course it is.I try to say it aloud, but my limbs are so heavy. The combination of the bath and the orgasms has relaxed me to the extent I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. My last recollection is of him drying me gently, then slipping me between the covers. He turns me over on my side, and when he spoons me, any remaining tension in my muscles dissolves. I shut my eyes and allow sleep to claim me.
* * *
A soft sucking sensation between my legs penetrates my haze. I push up my pelvis, trying to chase the sensation. A warm chuckle fills the air, and I know why.
He’s between my legs, with his head on my thigh. He blows on my center. I shudder. He licks up my pussy lips and slurps on my clit. I moan. I feel his lips curve against my core, then he slips his tongue inside me. My nipples ache, my scalp tightens, and every cell in my body awakens. That awareness, combined with the sleep that dulls my senses, is a contradiction that turns up my arousal. He traces the outline of my clit with his tongue, drags the stubble of his jaw over my sensitive core, and goosebumps pop on my skin. I reach down blindly, grab at his hair and tug. A growl vibrates over my center. Sensations crowd my skin. He nips at my clit; I cry out. He cups and massages my breasts while licking into my cunt and slurping on my pussy lips, and a rainfall of pleasure courses through my blood stream.
The climax whispers over my nerve-endings, sparking the happy parts of my brain. I can’t stop the smile that tugs at my lips as the orgasm embraces me in its warmth.
I drift off to sleep again. I wake up two more times, and each time, he makes me come. The first time, I’m on my side and he’s behind me with his cock inside me as he stretches me around his girth. He slides his hand between my legs and plays with my clit until the orgasm settles over me like a veil, seeps in my blood, and passes through me like a summer shower.
The last time is when I flutter my eyelids open to find him hovering over me. The first rays of dawn stream through the windows and bathe him in a blue-gold light that turn his green eyes into pools of need so powerful, my breath catches. My entire body is aflame with an answering desire. My bones have turned to jelly. I can only hold onto his probing gaze as he drives into me. I clamp down on his dick with my inner walls as he fills me. Open up my heart and let all of my feelings for him come to the fore as, with one final thrust, he hits that spot deep inside me that only he knows how to find. This time, the orgasm engulfs me and carries me away, over the edge, to a place I haven’t visited before.
Now, I open my eyes to find I’m alone.
My throat hurts a little. Guess I must have cried out when I shattered that last time. I stretch and, inch by inch, my muscles relax. A pleasant heaviness lingers between my legs, but otherwise, I feel so refreshed.
I glance around, and literally, everything around me sparkles. Whoa, if this is what it means to be taken care of and given five O’s in one night, then sleeping with the hard-muscled, chiseled body of my husband curled around me does to me, I’m not complaining. I throw off the covers, push my legs over the side of the bed and sit up, then spot the note on the nightstand.
Gone running with Adam. Tiny is with me.
-your husband
PS: I’ve set up your phone so you can track my location anytime.
A happy sensation bubbles up my chest. I’m grinning again, and I’m not going to control it. My husband. My husband. My h.u.s.b.a.n.d. Gah! I loooove, love, love the sound of that. That’s how he referred to himself last night, too. A blush creeps up my skin. He didn’t make love to me, but he pleasured me. He paid attention to me and touched me and made me very, very happy. My brain cells are definitely wearing big grins today, and my pussy is purring. Definitely.
I glance around and miss him. He’ll be back soon, but you know what? It’s my turn to surprise him. I grab my phone, which he’s placed next to the note and plugged in—that man, swoon! And my handbag is on the floor next to the nightstand. Whoa, he’s so thoughtful. And I knew he would be. I knew he was the real thing. The one. My other half. And he’s acknowledging it, too—by actions. The words can’t be far off, right?
I snatch up my phone, and when I unlock it, I see the app. Oh wow, he pulled it up for me on the screen so I wouldn’t miss it. My eyes begin to sting. This is such a huge step forward. The fact that he trusts me with this information? A warmth blooms in my chest. He’s showing me, through his actions, how much faith he has in me. And that, combined with how attentive he was toward me last night—my breath catches. This…is everything I dreamed for but didn't dare to hope would happen.
What a change a month has made, though? This complex man is slowly sharing parts of himself with me, parts he hasn’t shown anyone else, and damn, but it’s real and emotional and heart-rending and… I love him, and I want to tell him so again. This time, I know he’ll respond in kind. I jump out of bed, run to my room and pull on my as-yet never used running gear that appeared in my closet. I race out of the penthouse.
I confess, I slow to a brisk walk very soon—I’m not a runner. I’m not going to pretend I am. But I’ve always loved walking, and this city, with its parks and the many woods dotted around the boroughs, is perfect for it. The dot on the phone that pinpoints his location comes to a stop up ahead. Guess he’s stopped by the bank of the river for a break? I hasten my steps. It takes me ten minutes of power walking to round a bend and spot him. He’s sitting on a bench, one hand on Tiny’s collar. Both man and dog are staring ahead. My heart leaps in my chest.
I break into a slow jog. Guess I lied. When there’s incentive enough, I can run, apparently. My breath comes out in puffs and sweat beads my forehead as I close the distance to him. As I come up behind him, he turns and says something. I know he’s speaking because I can see his lips move in profile. But there’s no one next to him. Adam must have left. I guess he’s speaking to Tiny. Only… Tiny is on the other side of him, lying down in the grass, also facing away from me. I’m too far away to make out what he’s saying. As I near him, he faces forward again.
Tiny is the first to scent me. He jumps ups and barks. Knight turns and spots me. His features soften. He releases Tiny, and the big Dane lumbers toward me. He pauses, and when I reach him, brushes his head against me very gently. Both dog and man have learned how to interact with me without hurting me. For some reason, that makes my eyes sting. I greet Tiny, then continue past him toward Knight. When I come to a stop in front of him, he widens the space between his legs, and I step forward. He plants his big hands on my hips and looks up at me.
