Page 67 of Haden

I didn’t know she was so interested in cake, but I follow her indulgently and enjoy the tradition of cutting a slice and feeding each other a bite.

As soon as she licks her lips of the lemon frosting, she rises onto her tiptoes, pulls my head down, and says, “Can we be done with this party?”

I chuckle. Now I understand why she was eager to cut the cake. “Yes, baby. Let’s escape.” It’s the best idea I’ve heard all day. I’m eager to have my wife all to myself.

Granted, there will be four other couples in the house. We can’t help that. I considered other options. Kicking everyone out for the night isn’t reasonable. Sleeping in the RV for privacy sounds awful. It’s cramped. The bed isn’t as comfortable as hers. The bathroom is so tiny that we can’t fit in the shower together.

We could have gone to town and stayed in the bed and breakfast, but then Emilia would have been worried about strangers hearing her moan. At least at the house—even though eight other people will undoubtedly hear us fucking—they won’t be shocked. Hell, they’ll probably be having sex, too.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned since I moved into the house—there is no lack of sex. Whimpers and gasps and moans can be heard at all hours in this mansion, especially on the second floor.

It needs better sound-proofing. I’m going to work on that in the early renovation stages. Not only to cut down on the noises from kinky play, but when babies are born, all we’ll hear in every corner of the house is crying. No one will get any sleep, including the children.

With my wife’s hand in mine, I tug her toward the back stairs while no one is looking. As soon as we’re out of everyone’s line of sight, I press her against the wall in the stairwell and kiss her deeply.

She melts against me, her hands coming to the front of my suit. A suit I bought this morning before buying her dress. Thank goodness I was able to find one that fit on such short notice.

Finally, I bend down and lift Emilia into my arms, cradling her against me bridal style as I climb the stairs. Enough wasting time. No more waiting. I’m going to make this woman mine in every way.

She giggles as I slam the door to our room and lock it. I head straight for the bed, where I unceremoniously drop my girl so that she bounces. Her face is lit up as she laughs.

I’m a man with a mission, though. I flip her over and pull the zipper all the way down her back before shoving the straps down and tugging the rest of it off. Her heels fall to the floor with the dress.

She’s wearing a very sexy strapless bra-and-panty set. I bought those, too. Emilia likes it when I buy her lingerie, and I like it when my wife smiles. So I’ll buy her sexy intimate apparel as often as possible for the rest of my life. Lots of it. She’ll need new pieces as her body changes over time.

When I step back to remove my suit, she scrambles to turn around and slide off the edge of the bed. Her hands come to the buttons on my shirt to help me as I shrug out of my jacket and kick off my shoes. We’re like frantic teenagers who need to hurry before our parents get home.

“So many buttons,” she complains. When she reaches the last one, she switches to opening my pants while I yank the shirt off my arms. We throw my clothes on the floor to join hers.

My girl is still wearing her lingerie, but as soon as I’m naked, she drops to her knees, grabs my thighs, and sucks my cock into her mouth.

“Emilia…” Fuck me. My eyes roll back. This was not in the plan, but it’s difficult to stop her. Nothing has ever felt so good in my life.

This is not how I want to come for the first time tonight, though. I want to be buried in her pussy. So deep she forgets her new name. Emilia Geltman.

Grabbing her face to steady her, I pop my cock free of her mouth and tip her head back. “Naughty girl.”

Her cheeks are pink, and she gives me a devious grin.

I laugh before reaching down to lift her onto her feet. Before she can protest, I spin her around and press her chest against the mattress, leaving her feet dangling. I pop the clasp on her bra and tug her panties down her legs.

She yelps when I give her bottom a hard swat. But she moans when I push one knee between hers and bring my thigh up to rub her pussy.

With a hand in the middle of her back, I hold her down and rub her against my leg until she’s writhing.

“Haden…”

I need to taste her.

I love how confused she is as I manhandle her again, flipping her over and spreading her out in the middle of the bed.

My girl is panting and trembling. “Please…”

“I’m going to take care of you, baby. Every inch of you.” I bring my mouth to her pussy and drag my tongue through her folds before pushing it inside her.

Her small hands come to my head, threading though my hair, holding me against her pussy. I’ve denied her even this much penetration for a week. The only thing she’s had inside her was tampons.

When I switch to suckling and flicking her clit, she cries out. Her first orgasm of the evening. I continue eating her like a starving man, forcing my girl’s release to build again until her body jolts with another strong orgasm.