Bending, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bed.
I place her down gently before rounding the bed and pulling down the blanket. By the time I’m in bed beside her, she’s on the sheet, her arms open to me.
“You’re still overdressed,” I murmur.
I pull her into my arms and kiss her, unhooking her bra behind her and pulling it down her arms. “Is this okay?”
She nods, and I fling it onto the floor.
I love her breasts. When we were younger, they were smaller, but time and babies have made them full and sensitive. I run my thumbs over her nipples and she shudders.
Sucking one hard bud into my mouth, I pluck at her panties. She wriggles out of them, and I slip my hand between her legs.
“Need to taste your pussy, baby,” I say.
Her breath hitches. “I want you to.”
I raise my head. “You sure?”
“More than anything.”
I didn’t do this last time and regretted it more than anything. Now, I get to taste my wife for the first time.
She spreads her legs before me, and I move between them, kneeling before my woman to worship her.
“I love you,” I say. “I never stopped.”
And then I lie in front of her and feast.
I eat like a starving man, needing to taste her, needing to feel her writhing from my attention.
“Caleb,” she whispers.
I raise my head. “Too much?”
“No, it’s perfect.”
Chuckling to myself, I bury my face in her pussy. She squirms when I lap at her clit.
She arches her back and I follow, sucking gently on her clit as she rises and falls. Her fingers squeeze mine as she comes, crying my name.
I’m hard as a rock, grinding against the sheet.
All I can smell is her.
I’m so gone.
I raise my head. “I need to be inside you. Are you okay with that?”
She nods, her eyes full of love. “I love that you keep checking in with me.”
“I’ll always do that. I want to make sure you’re okay.”
Emma grasps my arm. “You don’t need a condom. I … I had an IUD put in.”
“You did?”
“I wanted to be with you with nothing between us. I just want you.”
