Contents ( 33)
- Table of Contents
- The Forgotten Wife
- Copyright
- More Books
- About the Book
- Author’s note
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Epilogue
- Playlist for the book
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“No?”
His head ticked back and forth as his hands continued to explore. One slid up from my bare ass, across my back, around my ribcage, until he was able to palm my breast. It was my turn to moan a little as he slid his fingers up just enough to pinch my nipple. The slight sting added to the bliss of having his hand trail across my skin that was now burning hot in the wake of his touches.
“Tucker, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”
“And you are. I feel so good, Mina. So damn good right now.” He brought his lips up to the exposed skin just above my breasts and then he nuzzled in enough that the shirt slid across my nipple before it opened for him. The moment my breast was free of the silky fabric, he took advantage and sucked it into his mouth. He teased me by biting down on it and tugging lightly before releasing and doing the same with the other. If I didn’t stop this soon, he would end up making me come just standing there, and it wasn’t supposed to be about me.
I was there to seduce him and give Tucker some relief instead. I gently pushed on his good shoulder, enough that it got his attention. “I told you to lie back!” That time, it was a demand and he smirked at me as I glared down at him, but he listened all the same. Once he was lying on his back, I kneeled between his spread legs and started working his jogging pants off his body. I purposely avoided touching the very noticeable bulge that the cotton fabric did nothing to hide. Once they were down to his ankles, I worked his shoes off his feet, followed by his socks, the joggers, and then his boxers. We were evenly dressed then, as he was still wearing the t-shirt he had put on that morning.
“Should I sit back up so I can take this off?” He asked, as he noticed it was the only thing keeping him from being totally naked.
“Nope.” I sat back so that my butt was on my calves and I took him in. His cock jutted up and aimed toward his bellybutton. Little twitches of interest here and there made it impossible not to look at him. Still, I planned to take my time and make this experience last for husband the same way he had done for me time and time again as we had been getting to know one another. I started at his knee, placing a sweet kiss there before I moved to the opposite knee and did the same thing again.
My nails traveled up and down both of his thighs, stimulating his skin there and producing gooseflesh in their wake. “Mina,” he hissed as I moved them up high enough that they were just at his groin, the juncture where thigh gave way to groin, and the base of his cock. I teased him by leaving my hands there, as my nails made soft little sweeping motions over the area. I left open mouth kisses up his thighs as I tormented him with what my hands and fingers might do next. Then I teased more by leaving nibbling bites along the same path as my fingers finally moved forward to meet in the middle where everything grew more interesting.