She bites her lip, cheeks flushing. “That’s … why does that sound really dirty?”
“It’s what I want,” I admit. “I’ve wanted normal with you for years. But I also want to be inside you while we have it.”
She’s quiet for a second, then says softly, “If we do that, I’d feel better if there were no staff around. I feel self-conscious when they’re here. Like they know what we’re doing.”
Say no more, my love. I don’t even hesitate. I reach for my phone on the table, type a quick message, and send it. “Done,” I say, setting the phone down. “I sent everyone home except the security team at the gate. No one else will be on the property today, it’s just you and me.”
Her eyes widen slightly, then a small, genuine smile breaks across her face. “Really?”
“Really.” I lean in and kiss her softly. “Whatever makes you comfortable. I want this to feel good for you.”
She looks relieved, happy, even. “Thank you,” she says, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing my cheek. My cheeks warm, she never initiates anything with me, and I like it. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. “Do you have a book?” She points to the one on the table, I bend and grab it for her on our way to the sun lounges. I take a seat first, which leads her to straddle me.
“How do you want to do this?” she asks.
“Lie down on whatever side you feel comfortable, and I’ll lie behind you.” She nods and moves off my lap and curls up on her left side. I hand her the book before curling myself behind her. My cock is already fucking hard, it always is around her. I release it from my pajama pants, lifting her leg to open her up. She hooks her leg over my thigh, positioning herself open for me, and I run the head of my cock through her folds, which makes us hiss before I slowly slide into her. I don’t thrust hard even though I want nothing more than to pound her into the lounger, but I’m going to try something different.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her neck, arms wrapping around her waist. “You feel so good like this.” Her warm, tight pussy engulfs my cock completely. I stay buried deep inside her, savoring the way she pulses around me. She lets out a shaky exhale and settles back against my chest, her body relaxing into mine.
We fit perfectly like this, spooned on the wide sun lounger, my chest to her back, my cock nestled deep in her cunt with zero intention of moving.
I press a slow kiss to the back of her neck. “This is what I’ve wanted,” I murmur. “Just to be inside you while the world keeps turning. No rush. No fighting. Just feeling you around me all day.”
She shifts slightly, and the small movement makes us both groan. Her pussy clenches around my cock like a warm, wet fist.
“Jesus, Summer …” I tighten my arm around her waist, holding her still. “You keep doing that, and I might break my own rules.”
She laughs softly, the sound vibrating through both of us. “You’re the one who wanted to stay inside me all day.”
“I know.” I kiss her shoulder, then her neck, then the sensitive spot behind her ear. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
We stay like that for a long time.
I keep one hand splayed possessively over her lower stomach, the other gently stroking her thigh. Every now and then, she clenches around me on purpose, teasing me, and I respond by pressing my hips forward just enough to remind her how deep I am.
She eventually opens the book again and starts reading aloud, her voice soft and a little breathy. I listen with my face buried in her hair, breathing her in, my cock throbbing inside her every time she shifts or sighs.
Halfway through a chapter, she pauses, voice husky.
“Kairo?”
“Hmm?”
“This feels … nice.”
I smile against her skin. “Good, that’s exactly what I want you to feel.”
She reaches back and threads her fingers through my hair, holding me closer, which makes me grind my hips, earning me a moan. “I like this version of us,” she confesses.
Us
My chest tightens as I press deeper into her, not thrusting, just grinding slowly so she feels every inch of me.
“I like this version too,” I murmur. “My wife, who is full of me.”
“Say it again …” She clenches around my cock again, harder this time, and lets out a soft, needy sound.
“My wife …” I kiss her neck as I groan and hold her tighter.
