Falling for My Husband by Ann Pamela

Author:Ann, Pamela [Ann, Pamela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Erotica
ISBN: 1490938648
Published: 2013-08-01T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Stella

The anonymity of the darkened surroundings made it more arousing. My sense of hearing and touch were in full throttle. I heard each drawn breath he took. Felt each stroke of his hands. Each pulse.

In the dark, our bodies resorted to baser instincts. Sense they say was a powerful thing. I had never acknowledged the full magnitude until now.

Callum’s hand went inside the V of my plunging neckline and captured a nipple in between his thumb and finger, rolling it back and forth until it was hard as a pebble.

“Callum!” I yelped from the aching pleasure as I rested my head against his shoulder, willing to do as he pleased.

He pinched my tortured nipple as he breathed into my ear. “How dare you let a man touch you, darling,” he hissed into my sensitive ear. “You do know I’m furious at you, don’t you?” he questioned while his other hand went lower, sliding in between my legs, inching higher until it reached my hot mound. “You’re wet,” he grunted out as he dipped a finger into me, all the while his other hand was remained busy torturing my breast. “Who are you wet for, Stella?”

I moaned as he stuck another finger inside. It was sick, but I loved how he was reacting to Hugh. This inhibited, impassioned man was all mine to savor.

“This is the last time I’m going to ask, sweet wife of mine. Again, who are you wet for?”

“You.” There was only ever you.

He wasn’t satisfied with my response. Instead, he became even more persistent. “And what am I to you, darling?”

“My lover,” I whispered out, getting mindless as his fingers penetrated me deeper, rubbing up against my g-spot as though it was possessed.

My answer still didn’t please him. “Try again.”

What else was there? Did he even consider himself my boyfriend? I thought not. We weren’t like that. Not at all.

His fingers pulled out of my wet hole and off my breast. He became busy rolling my fitted dress up until it reached atop my hipbone then he gingerly cupped each breast and pushed them out, gripping both mounds.

This sweet, delayed gratification was killing me whole. I needed him now. “Callum, please. You’re being cruel.”

I sighed with relief when I heard the sound of his zipper and moaned in delight when his dick protruded and poked me from behind.

A soft purr escaped my lips when I felt his hard shaft nestled in between the crack of my butt, the tip teasing my silken folds. He gently tilted me forward for better angle.

I was on pins and needles with anticipation and when his head came up on the right side of my ear, teasing me relentlessly, I was putty in his hands.

“Lift your arms and wrap them around my neck. Don’t let go until I give you permission. Tilt your head to the side. I want your neck, breasts and pussy exposed to me,” he commanded while I immediately followed his direction.

My breasts lifted upwards. My spine arched. My bottom angled directly for his usage.

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