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“What did I say, Amalie? Look at me.”
Her eyes open again, heavy with desire. “I love you.”
“Fuck, I love you, Amalie,” I grunt, plunging inside her with long, powerful strokes.
I lean forward, thrusting two fingers into her mouth in time with my cock. Sweat rolls down my brow as my rhythm stutters.
“So good, Lucas. I’m so close. Harder, please!” Amalie gasps.
“Who’s inside you, Amalie?”
“You are. Lucas. My husband. My love.”
“Fuck, yes, I am,” I grunt, thrusting hard. “You’re mine. My wife. My soul mate. Mine.”
“I’m coming, Lucas. Oh, God, I’m coming!” Amalie cries out, biting down on my fingers as she shatters.
Her hands curl into the duvet, and she tightens her legs around my neck. Her body convulses around me, taking me over the edge with her. I shout as I spill inside her, my balls drawing up tight, my head thrown back as I give her everything I have.
My wife is in a daze of sexual bliss as I carry her back to the bathroom. I drain the bath water before placing her under the hot shower. Lathering the shampoo, I wash her hair, rinse it, and then apply conditioner. Amalie tips her head back under the spray, her hair a wet, dark blonde swathe down her back.
“You spanked me,” she says as she soaps up my chest.
“Did you like it?”
“No.” She grins, her eyes dancing. “I loved it.”
My cock thickens, pressing against her belly. I’m hard again, ready for another round even after coming so hard, I thought I was going to pass out. Proof that I’ll never get enough of this woman.
Amalie’s eyes widen. “Already?”
Instead of answering, I say, “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
I lift her leg, position her foot on the edge of the tub, and thrust inside her.
“Oh, shit,” she sighs, her inner muscles clenching around me.
“Heaven,” I rasp. “Every time I’m inside you, it’s heaven.”
I hammer into her, linking one hand with hers on the shower wall while my other hand clasps her throat, mindful of her healing scar. Amalie hums, arching into me, fucking me as surely as I’m fucking her. Claiming me, owning me, as if she doesn’t already possess every piece of my heart.
Dropping the hand at her neck between her legs, I part her folds, finding her clit and strumming it with my thumb. Amalie comes apart with a ragged moan, her ass pressed against my pelvis as her orgasm washes over her.
“Fuck, sweet girl, fuck!” I empty inside her, hoping my seed will take root. Hoping we’ve created a baby together because something so wonderful, so profound, has to result in a new life.
Amalie slumps and the only thing holding her up is my arm locked around her waist.
“Dear God, I can’t feel my legs,” she huffs as I turn off the shower and help her out of the tub. “That was incredible.”
I chuckle as I wrap her in a warm, fluffy towel and grab another to drape around my hips. “Give me an hour, and we’ll go again.”
Amalie pushes up on her toes to kiss me tenderly. “Is it possible to die from pleasure and happiness?”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “Yeah, but not yet, sweetheart. We’ve got a lot of living to do first.”
“We do,” she sighs as I lead her back to the bedroom.
We quickly dry off before climbing beneath the covers. I pull my wife against my chest, breathing in the scent of her damp hair.
