Page 12 of The Rejected Wife

She hesitates for only a second, then nods. "I'm sure. Don’t want to get too greedy, do I?"

"You can get as greedy as you want," I murmur.

She looks at me with that half-bashful, half-stubborn look on her features, then shakes her head again. "Greed is a sin I prefer to avoid."She looks me up and down with lust in her eyes.

“Is that from another of your self-help books?’

“It’s actually a form of self-preservation.” She swallows. “But I might have to break that particular rule tonight.”

"Hmm.” I move in closer, until the toes of my shoes bump her ballet flats."Any other sins I could tempt you to indulge in?"

She flutters her eyelashes. "You’re a smart man. I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

I take in her lips and, like iron pins drawn to a magnet, I lower my head. I move closer, until my mouth is directly over hers. When she doesn’t look away, I take it as permission to brush my mouth over hers. Softly. Gently. Slowly. Drawing her sweet breath into my lungs, sipping from her lips until she parts them. That’s when I sweep my tongue over hers.

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Priscilla

He touches his tongue to mine, and goosebumps pepper my skin. The hair on the back of my neck rises. Every cell in my body has turned into a tiny inferno. Liquid heat courses through my bloodstream. A groan rumbles up his chest, and the vibrations squeeze my nipples, turning them into tight buds waiting to unfurl at his touch.Damn.He slants his lips over mine, and I feel his kiss all the way down to my toes. My scalp tingles. My thighs tremble.

I hear a thump as if from a distance and realize he must have dropped the baskets of books. The next moment, he slides his big palms under my butt and boosts me up.

As if we're engaged in a well-synchronized dance, I lock my ankles behind his back. And when that thick column tenting his crotch stabs into my core, I whimper. It seems to inflame him, for he deepens the kiss. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and his hips follow suit when he plunges forward and grinds the evidence of his arousal into my core. Little fires break out over my skin. My nerve endings hum. I dig my heels in and try to pull him closer.

He obliges by pushing me up and into the row of books behind me. A few of the books unbalance and fall to the floor.

Not that it distracts him, for he continues to plunder my mouth, and my head spins. A weakness shudders over my body. He grasps my hips and fits me even closer, and I can feel every ridge of that thickness between his legs. He’s so big and thick, and so long, it’s as if I’m being branded by his cock. A yawning gap unfurls in my belly. A neediness grips me; that yearning that awoke when I first saw him, roars to the fore. I hold onto his shoulders and begin to grind up against that steel column.

Every time I hit it, a trembling radiates from the point of contact. He wraps his thick fingers under my thighs and begins to rub up against me. The combination of our opposite and complementary movements sends a rush of sensations up my spine. A lightning strike of sensations roars up from my thighs, surrounds my pussy, and volcanoes up my back, carrying me with it. Before I can stop myself, I orgasm.

The climax slaps me with a force that has my vision grow black at the edges. I shudder and convulse as he continues to brush his arousal up against my core. When the climax finally fades, I slump. I’m aware of him holding me close, of a whisper against my damp forehead. He tightens his hold about me until I finally stir. When I look up, it’s to find him watching me with a tenderness that has me blushing all over again.

"I…came," I say unnecessarily, then flush even harder.

"And it was the most beautiful sight in the world." He lowers me to my feet, holding me until he's sure I have my balance.

"That’s twice you made me climax."

"Are you keeping count?" He half-smiles.

"Maybe." I press my palm into the tent at his crotch. "Let me?—"

He places his broad palm over mine. "You don’t owe me anything."

"But"—I pout—"I want to."

And I do. Really. Not that I've given any blow jobs before this, but he satisfied me, and he’s turned on. It feels only right that I help him.

"Not yet." He tugs on my hand, and when I let go, he brings my hand to his mouth and kisses it. "Watching you come and taking care of you, pleasuring you and treating you like the goddess you are, feels like the most important thing in the world."

I can’t recall anyone ever calling me a goddess before this. I gape at him. Gorgeous, sexy, alpha, and he’s so attentive. So caring. "You’re not real, are you?"

He laughs. "I am. Very much." He brings my hand back to the evidence of his arousal and slides my palm up and down the length. "Don’t mistake my turning down the use of your mouth with not wanting you. I haven’t stopped thinking of how it’s going to be when I finally bury myself in your pussy, and make you come around my cock, only?—"

"Only?" I breathe.

"Only…when I do so, it will be because you’re completely sure that it’s what you want. Because once I have you, I won’t be able to let you go."

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