The sunrise wakes me up,light streaming through the tiny cracks in our primitive beach hut.
I glance over at Reagan, who looks like an angel as she sleeps soundly, curled up on one side with her dark hair around her shoulders.
Brushing a stray lock away from her face, I study her. I don’t just see beauty. There’s grace. Strength. Humor. Compassion.
Somehow, I’m lucky enough to be living the life of my dreams. If and when we have children, I’ll have all I’ve ever wanted.
Reagan is right—we can’t let our marriage get lost in the mix. I’m going to show her I meant what I said about prioritizing us.
And if I’m a one-term governor, I’ll be good with it. I don’t want to go any further in politics than this. In fact, I didn’t even want to go this far, but the party leadership begged me due to a lack of other decent candidates.
When Reagan stirs, I slip my arm around her waist. A smile touches her lips, and she opens her eyes.
“Hey,” she says in a sleepy tone. “Good morning.”
“Morning, babe.” I kiss her lips lightly.
“No, I have morning breath.”
“For the eleven hundredth time, I don’t care.”
She cringes. “I care.”
I kiss her harder and she tries to shrink away, but I hold her in place.
“What are we doing today?” she asks, yawning.
Our beach hut is right in the crystal-clear water, with a wooden walkway to the beach in back and stairs into the water in front.
Yesterday was our first day here, and we spent it walking on the beach, swimming, and fucking our brains out. It was perfection.
“Want to go eat at that restaurant we heard about later?” I suggest.
“Yeah, let’s do dinner there.”
“And I’m thinking we can spend the rest of the day right here. Maybe take an occasional break to swim?”
She laughs and cups my cheek in her hand. “Babe, you’re insatiable.”
“Guilty.”
She reaches between my legs and palms my half-hard cock. I close my eyes and soak in the sensation of her stroking me.
So fucking good.
There’s no such thing as politics in this little hut. Just me and my dead sexy wife, spending the next ten days focused entirely on each other.
She kisses my chest and slides onto her knees, working her way down. I stretch out and groan as she gets to my cock, her hot breath on the tip a tease of what’s to come.
Her tongue toys with my head, circling and stroking until I don’t think I can take anymore. Then she sinks down and takes me as deep as she can, and I slide my hand into her hair, her name coming out of my mouth in a ragged tone.
We’ve been together so long that she knows exactly how to drive me wild. She reads my signals perfectly.
A buddy asked me before I got married if I was sure I only wanted one woman’s mouth on my dick for the rest of my life, and I told him that, without a doubt, I was.
Reagan doesn’t just give me head. Cheesy as it sounds, I feel like she’s loving my body at moments like this. Making my pleasure her only goal, just as I make hers mine.
I’ll never want another woman like this, and I’ll never love another woman like this. I hope Reagan and I get to be old and gray together, but if not, no other woman could ever take her place.
