Awakening (The Magic of the Black Forest Book 2) by Macy Farmer

my calves and thighs with fervor.
    The erotic sensation left me longing for more. With each circular motion my mind wandered and fantasized, longing for him to be inside me. He skipped over my stomach and breasts, and moved to my arms. Pouting, slightly disappointed, I cleared my throat to get his attention. Ignoring me, he gently pushed, requesting, “Roll over and lay on your stomach.” Rubbing my back with a slow circular motion felt good, but massaging the lotion on my butt was torturous. Squeezing my ass, spreading my cheeks, it made me hotter than ever. 
    He was driving me insane. Just when I was about to lose it, he flipped me over onto my back and began massaging my torso. By the time he got to my breasts there was an uncontrollable fire raging below. Cupping his hands on the side of each breast and pushing them together, he began to tantalize my nipples by flicking them with his tongue. Arching my back, I tried to press them closer to his mouth. Instead of him suckling them, I felt his warm breath as he let out a low husky chuckle. Rubbing and grinding my hips against his stomach, I invited him to take me. When he finally engulfed my breast with his mouth I cried out with pleasure. Heavy breathing and a dry mouth made it difficult for me to speak. Just as I opened my mouth, about to beg him to take me, I heard the doorbell ring.
    “Please tell me that wasn’t what I thought I heard,” my barely audible voice cracked as I whimpered my frustration into his ear.
    “Unfortunately, you heard the same thing I did. It could only be one person and I have no idea why he’s here.”
    Sexually frustrated from non-gratification, I whined, “Doesn’t he have a key? Can’t he just let himself in? Please, Bradley!”
    “Sorry, my love, but I won’t rush something so lovely. I promise we’ll pick up where we left off after he leaves.” He sounded a bit smug. If I didn’t know any better I’d think he was pleased with the fact that he brought me to the brink of an orgasm without having sex.
    As I lay in bed, frustrated, Bradley went to let Dave in. I didn’t hear anything at first so I decided to get dressed. How is it that every time we have any type of sex my hair gets this huge knot in the back of it? A hundred strands must be ripped out by the root with every brushing in an attempt to tame the mess. Now decent, I go to say hello to our guest.
    It isn’t until I’m outside the kitchen that I hear them whispering and talking very fast, so fast that there’s no way for me to make out the words. By the sound of Bradley’s voice, Dave had come bearing bad news. He sounded angry, they both did. They stopped talking and turned towards me when I entered the room.
    Unable to control the look on my face, I asked worriedly, “What’s the matter? Is everyone okay?”
    With a comforting tone Bradley replied, “Everyone is fine, honey. It’s just time for us to go home, our honeymoon is over.” I frowned disappointedly. Smiling he says, “Let me rephrase, we’re moving our honeymoon to your house.”
    If everyone is fine then why must we leave? First frustrated then worried, now I’m angry. Why the intrusion then? We were in the middle of a very intimate moment, why leave if all is well? Confused and angry I crossed my arms over my chest and stomped out of the room to go pack our belongings. Disappointed, I shoved our clothes into our bags. I didn’t know Bradley had followed me into the room until he wrapped his arms around me, sighing into my ear.
    “I knew we’d have to leave soon so I wanted to make tonight, and every night after, special. I was hoping to end our honeymoon on a more positive note.” Disappointed with our situation, Bradley tried to explain. “Natalia, please forgive me, but we must leave. How about we pick up where we left off when we’re in the safety of your house?” With his breath on my neck, his playful tone sent a warm sensation through my chest.
    “There’s nothing to forgive, I