Page 65 of The Mistake

His hands curved around my waist and he spun me around so that my back was now pressed against his front. He teased the bottom of my shirt. He surrounded me and I loved the feeling.

Ive swiftly removed the t-shirt and it fell to the floor. Now I was more undressed than Ive.He took care of my bra, followed by panties. With the bra, he simply undid the clasp at the front, but with the panties, he completely destroyed them—there was no way I was going to get any kind of wear out of them. Crap.

My annoyance didn’t last for long because his hands, those glorious big, hard hands, touched my stomach. I know it’s not an arousal zone, but it felt so good. More than good. I loved the way he touched me. It seemed almost expert.

I couldn’t believe how much I wanted this man, how much I craved him. To think, when I first met him, I’d screamed and threatened. I must have been a sight. Now I was his wife, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

ChapterFourteen

Ive

I promised myself I wouldn’t touch my wife. Charlotte was way too young for me, and she needed time to grow up. Ivan was a clever fucking bastard. He knew what he was doing in forcing Charlotte to be close to me. Even though I attempted to be at work all the time, there was no getting away from my wife.

When she lived in a different place, it was easier. Coming home, day after day, week after week, Ivan had known the barriers would soon come crumbling down, and that is exactly what happened.

Charlotte was my wife. Yes, she was young, but she never acted like a child. I found myself looking forward to her company. I’d never been the kind of guy to go and enjoy restaurants. If I wasn’t home for Michael to cook for me, I took the drive-thru on most options. It wasn’t healthy, but it was food. With Charlotte close, I was able to take her to different places, to see her dressed in the prettiest of dresses, admire her, and enjoy her company.

The barrier I’d tried tokeep in order to protect her was well and truly smashed. Feeling her in my arms was even better than I imagined. I wasn’t a virgin. Before Charlotte I hadn’t lived like a monk. Since she had entered my life, there hadn’t been anyone else. There hadn’t even been a single temptation. She was all I wanted. And that bothered me. She was young. I didn’t want to be like my father. He’d been a sick fuck. I didn’t crave young girls. Charlotte wasn’t a girl. She was all woman.

She spun in my arms, and I didn’t let her get too far, so her body was pressed against mine. I felt the tips of her nipples as they pressed against my chest. Her hands reached for my belt, but she was so new to all of this, her hand stroked right across my hardened dick.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, jerking her hand back.

“You can touch me anytime you’d like.” I took hold of her hand and pressed it against my dick.

I’m not rough. I made sure to keep my grip soft. I didn’t want to scare her. Charlotte doesn’t look afraid. She looks in control.

Letting go of her hand, she keeps her palm pressed against my dick. At first, she does absolutely nothing, but then she begins to touch me, stroking her hand across my length, exploring me.

I love her touch on my body, and this was new to me. With women, I didn’t allow them to explore. They bent over and took my dick. It was as simple as that. Charlotte was different. I wanted her totouch me, to get used to me.

I stroked my fingers across her back, traveling up her spine and back down. The moment I touched her, she jerked, just a little. Not in pain. I knew it was because she wasn’t used to gentle touches, caresses. Charlotte is used to ugly violence.

I’d neverraise my hand against her. She would always be protected, no matter what. I dropped my hand lower, toward the fullness of her ass, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Do you trust me?” Iasked.

“Yes.”

I love that she didn’t evenhesitate. This woman trusted me and I was going to make sure I honored that.

Moving her back toward the bed, I dropped a kiss to her lips, and then eased her down. I changed the position so she was further on the bed.

Grabbing my belt, I opened it, followed by the zipper fly, and pulled it down. The pants I wore dropped to the ground. Kicking them aside, I took care of my boxer briefs, and I was now naked for my woman.

Kneeling on the bed, I crawl toward her and spread open her knees. She’s shaking just a little so I take my time, allowing her to become accustomed to my touch. Spreading her open, I ease down toward her pussy.

I smell her and my mouth fucking waters. I’d never enjoyed licking a woman’s pussy. I know, double standards, seeing as I expected my dick sucked, but Charlotte wasn’t some random whore I’d picked. She was my wife, and I wanted her.

Easing the lips of her sex open, I stare down at her pussy, and then Iswipe my tongue through her creamy slit. Charlotte is aroused. She is wet for me.

I stroke her clit, sliding my tongue back and forth, and around in circles, heightening her arousal. She is so sensitive, each touch of my tongue makes her quiver and moan.I want to hear her orgasm. I want to taste her sweet nectar. It’s all I can think about. All I freaking crave.

This is not like me. I don’t know what she’s done to me, but all I want to do is give her pleasure. To see that precious smile on her lips. To know that I was the man who put it there. I know it’s insane and crazy to even care so much about this, but I do.

I don’t want it to stop.

My names spills from her lips and it sounds like a caress to my ears.I can’t get enough. I know she’s close to orgasm, but I don’t wait or prolong her pleasure. I want her to know how good it can be. Thrusting her over the edge, I hear her pleasured moans. Her body shakes beneath me, and I don’t ease up, not just yet, letting her enjoy every second of pleasure.

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