“We’re not far from wine country—it better be good.”
Clara hummed with pleasure, her gaze sweeping back out toward the coastline.After another sip of wine, she pointed to something along the cliff face.
"Look at how the roots have adapted.”She pointed to a tree clinging to the edge of a cliff."They spread horizontally instead of going deep because the soil is so shallow.It's beautiful.”
I nodded, my gaze sliding from the tree she’d pointed out back to her.Her lush lashes, her cheekbones, her silky, honey-blonde hair that felt so good through my fingers.“So beautiful.”
Time slowed to a crawl as I got lost in her.I could have stayed here forever.On this huge deck, the fresh ocean air filling my lungs, the unending horizon reflecting our future, Mia safe and happy and exploring, Clara and I riding this high where things felt easy, natural, even perfect.I didn’t want it to end.Not now, not at the start of next year, not as far in the future as I could imagine.
She looked for a few more moments then turned to me, seeming surprised to find me looking at her.
“What?”she asked shyly.
“Nothing.Just enjoying the view.”
She dipped her chin, giving me a look that saidcome on.
“Don’t give me that look,” I chided.“It’s not my fault I have the hottest wife.”
Laughter rolled out of her, and I took this opportunity to set our glasses safely aside and pull her onto my lounge chair.
“What are you doing?”she asked between giggles.
“Getting more comfortable.”She squealed with delight as I pulled her onto my lap, arranging her above me as I relaxed beneath her.
“I’m gonna make your legs go numb,” she warned.
“I don’t need them,” I shot back.“Same with my forearms.Useless appendages.”
She looked down at me, pure joy shining in her face.I cupped her face in my hands and pressed my lips to hers.
I’d imagined every scenario of what might happen when Archer and I considered undertaking this crazy scheme.But I’d never imaginedthisone.This wasn’t just riding a high.
This was fucking bliss.
Later that night, after Mia had gone to bed in the guest room, I found Clara on the deck again.This time, she stood at the railing, the ocean breeze lifting her hair, the moonlight making her look luminous.
“There’s my wife,” I growled into her ear, sliding my arms around her waist from behind.
She sighed, melting against me.“It’s still so crazy to hear that.”
I nipped at her earlobe.“You know what else is crazy?How good you look wearing nothing but my ring.”
Clara giggled, turning to face me.“Are you suggesting I take my clothes off, Mr.Nightingale?”
“Yes.Immediately.”I cupped the sides of her face as I covered her mouth with my own, kissing her until we ran out of breath.Her hands wandered down the front of my pants, searching out the stiff ridge of my cock.As she moved her palm up and down along my length, I broke the kiss.
“You want me to come in my pants again, don’t you?”
“I’d rather you come in my mouth this time,” she whispered.
“Mmm.”I squeezed the sides of her arms, guiding her back to the lounge chair.“Tell me something, Clara.”When her ass hit the soft cushion, I grabbed her chin between my thumb and forefinger.“Do you want your husband’s cock?”
It was almost unnatural how much I enjoyed saying those words.Her pretty grin and that lush mouth made me unbearably hard.
Clara tugged my pants down far enough that my cock sprang free.Her soft lips grazed the tip as she grabbed the base, eyes flitting up my way as she wrapped a hand around the back of my thigh.
“I want my husband’s cock so bad,” she said before swallowing me.Her cheeks hollowed out as she took as much of me in her mouth as she could.I rocked into her, relishing the silky heat of her mouth.I tipped my head back, a groan rumbling out of me.The whimpers, the gagging noises, the way she let me fuck her mouth—it was perfection.My balls tightened as I fisted my hand in hair.
