I climb up behind her, letting my hard cock press against her ass and running my hands over every inch of skin I can reach. I pepper kisses against her soft neck and knead her breasts, paying special attention to her peaked buds.
“You want to come again, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she sighs, and I slip my fingers down to her sopping pussy.
I urge her top leg forward onto the bed to give me access before I drag the head of my cock over her entrance. “And you know I’ll always give you anything you ask for.”
My mouth finds the place beneath her ear. “I used to think love was just something the world takes from you.”
My hand spreads over her belly, grounding myself in what we made. “Then you happened.”
I thrust slow, controlled. “Ask me for forever, Maura, and I’ll give it to you.”
I take my time, stretching her open bit by bit. Maura arches her back, pressing her hips down to take more of me.
“Give me forever,” she says, her voice breathy and broken.
“It’s yours.”
I grit my teeth as her sinfully delicious heat envelopes me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way her pussy takes me, the way she eagerly takes every inch I give her.
I take my time stroking her breasts before circling her clit with my fingers as I push the final inch inside.
“Oh god,” she pants. “More, James, please.”
Our breaths and bodies seem to sync up as I rock inside her. Every time I pull out, her pussy clenches tightly, like it’s trying to keep me deep inside. It’s torture every time I pull out, but it’s worth the heavenly heat of thrusting back in.
“You were fucking made for me,” I groan. “Always mine. Forever mine.”
“So possessive,” Maura says, but her humor is swallowed up by her desire.
“Say it,” I demand, thrusting deeper. “Tell me you're mine.”
“I'm yours.” The words come out breathless, wrecked.
“Again.”
“I'm yours, James. Only yours.”
The admission breaks something loose in me. I grip her hips tighter, driving into her with an intensity that borders on desperate.
Her inner walls clench tight as a fist.
“And I’m yours, Maura Keller.”
She moans, and it’s all I can do to keep from unleashing right then. My fingers press harder on her clit, urging on her orgasm. I promised my wife she could come on my cock, and she gets everything she asks for.
I suck on the most sensitive place on her neck, and when I circle her clit one more time, Maura comes undone. Her whole body shakes and trembles against mine in a shattering orgasm. I bury my face in her neck and follow her over the edge into a void of mind-shattering pleasure.
Her jasmine perfume grounds me as I float back down into my body. Her soft curves press back into me, and I’m overwhelmed with how lucky I was to find this gorgeous, joyful, chaotic woman.
“I love you, Maura. My wife.”
This time, the words “my wife” feel different coming off my tongue. They’re not just possessive and territorial. They’re solid, chosen, and utterly permanent.
She snuggles back against me and lets out a small hum of satisfaction. “I love you, too,” she whispers. “You’re mine. All mine.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and close my eyes. I plan to stay curled up with my wife for as long as she’ll let me, and I hope that’s a long goddamn time.
