Page 127 of The Promise Of Rain

Feeling foolish and not at all like myself, I looked around my room as if it offered some kind of reprieve.

My eyes fell on the mirror and the woman reflected in its glass.

Her black hair tumbled down her back in wild waves.Her blue eyes looked wide and a little scared, but her cheeks flushed with anticipation.

My eyes dropped to take in the rest of her.

High, full breasts with rosy, swollen, peaked nipples shamelessly begged for attention.

Her hips flared out, a little extra flesh than there used to be, but it somehow added to her appeal.

An oh-so-softly rounded tummy topped a tightly trimmed, black triangle of hair covering her sex.

“Oh boy,” I breathed.

Is this what he saw when he looked at me?

Was the sultry woman in the mirror truly me?

The bathroom door opened, and my attention shot toward the door.

He walked in without pause and circled around me.

I tried to follow him, but he gently ordered, “Eyes forward, baby.”

I stared at the wall.

There was no sound or evidence of motion behind me.

My legs began to shake.

“You’re okay,” he murmured.“You’re stunning.I’m going to come up behind you on the bed,” he advised.“One day we’ll do this with a blindfold, and you’ll give yourself over to me fully.When you’re ready.”

As soon as his bare chest met mine, I dropped my head, the tension leaching from my body.

“Thank you,” I breathed, immediately soothed by the contact.

He stiffened, and my eyes popped open.“Was that wrong?”

“No,” he asserted.“Not at all.It was sweet.”His mouth hit my neck and trailed down to my shoulder.

I reached back to grasp his thighs.

“Hands down, baby,” he murmured.“It’s all about you today.”

Letting my hands fall, I focussed on

his voice, his breath, his every movement behind me.

He lifted my hair away from my neck and pressed his mouth to my skin, his growing beard a sweet abrasion.

“I love your curves,” he murmured, drawing a finger along the line of my neck, over my shoulder, and down my arm.Slipping his hand up to my ribs, he continued tracing my waist, my hip, and my bottom.“Every one of them.”

His lips and tongue and teeth followed.

I knew what he was going to do before he did it, but I still gasped in surprise when he dipped his tongue between my cheeks.“I’ll have you here, too, baby,” he murmured roughly.

Returning to my neck, he rubbed his beard over my sensitive skin as his hands came around to pluck my nipples, rolling them between his fingers almost roughly.