Uncovering You 11: The Lost Chapter by Scarlett Edwards Read Free Book Online Page B

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    But I’m progressing, in all of those areas.
    “Another hour and we’ll be there,” he says. “I asked Manuela to have the house ready for our arrival. We won’t be disturbed tonight. I’m going to have you all to myself.”
    I smile into his eyes. “I can’t wait.”
    ***
    The next morning I wake up with Jeremy lapping at my sex.
    I open my eyes and see him down there, licking me, running his tongue over my folds, sending slow waves of pleasure cascading through my body.
    “Mmm, baby, don’t stop,” I murmur. I take a pillow and bring it over my head. I press it to my eyes so that I’m shrouded by darkness. All I want to focus on, all I want to feel, is the glorious man with his tongue on my clit.
    He licks me and his hands extend up to run over my body. I love the strength and power of his touch. I love how firm it is, how secure it is, and how desired it makes me feel. I love when his hands close over my breasts, when his fingers pinch my nipples.
    A particularly strong wave washes through me. I gasp, then arch my back, then moan in appreciation.
    Jeremy lifts his head. His fingers start rubbing me. “Come for me,” he purrs. “Come for me, my sweet Lilly-Flower.”
    He lowers his head again. The moment his tongue hits my core, I’m lost. I’m overcome by the greatest orgasm I’ve had in weeks. I come against his mouth, ripping the pillow from my head and moan, arching up as I do.
    Then I collapse, languid, spent, and totally satisfied.
    Jeremy climbs over me and gently presses his body to mine. His hard arousal presses into my tummy, but he knows I can’t go again so soon. In fact, it might be hours until I’m ready—all because of the after-effects of the coma.
    That’s one thing I very much hate.
    He nibbles my earlobe and whispers in a rustling breath, “I love waking you up like this.”
    I smile, but not without sadness. I’d have him fuck me hard if my body could sustain it. Alas, it can’t.
    One hand goes to the back of Jeremy’s head. I stroke his hair and pull him down to rest on my shoulder. “And I love being woken up like this, Mr. Stonehart.”
    He growls, and immediately the mood shifts. He grabs me by the waist, rolls over and sits me up on his hard abdominals, his cock pressing against my back. “What did you call me?” he asks softly. His eyes search mine. There’s a dangerous edge reflected there.
    But far from cowering from his tone, I fight back. “ Mr. Stonehart ,” I say, sending a challenge in my gaze. “That’s your name, is it not?”
    “Not until you become Mrs . Stonehart,” he says, then grabs my hair by the roots, forces my head down, and kisses me fast and hard.
    ***
    The rest of the morning passes with heated foreplay, drugging kisses, and unyielding, ceaseless passion.
    I love when I arouse this side of Jeremy, but I hate that my body is not yet strong enough to receive his punishment. Outside the bedroom, I want to be strong and confident. Inside, I crave for Jeremy to take control.
    Still. Things are not so bad, and there are other… ways… of him getting pleasure. At the end, he pushes me to my knees and thrusts his hard length into my open mouth. I use my teeth a bit, scratching him, melding his pleasure with the lightest bit of pain, and showing him that even when he takes control, I don’t take it lying down.
    And then we emerge from the bedroom and are greeted by Manuela and her family. The kids have grown so much since I last saw them. They absolutely shine when they meet me. Manuela admonishes Jeremy for staying away for so long, and for not bringing me to the island paradise more often.
    Of course, they don’t know the true reason for our absence.
    I lounge on the beach for most of the day with my head in Jeremy’s lap. He’s been engrossed in a book for hours. I ask him about it.
    “I like the act more than the story,” he tells me. “It’s not often I get the chance to simply read. Not like this, not since I was still in