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I flipped back over and propped up on my elbows. My hair tickled my bare shoulders as it hung down behind me. “It’s your first birthday as a married man. That deserved an extra treat.”
Malcolm stood in front of me, his gaze raking over my body.
The prolonged staring kicked the annoying self-consciousness into gear.
No.
I mentally pushed those worries back to the corner of my mind. I took in the sight before me and allowed the security of his presence to be the padlock on the negative thoughts.
I lifted my leg and ran my foot along the distinct outline of his erection. “Why am I the only one undressed?”
“Because I’m enjoying my gift and want to take my time with it.”
I rolled my eyes. “You have me all the time. This is nothing special.”
All playfulness vanished from his face. “Baby, every time I’m with you is special. Whether it’s a little bit freaky, hard and fast, or soft and sweet, every…single…time…”
I wrapped my legs around his waist so the full weight of his body settled on me. Emotion burned the back of my eyes and clogged my throat. If he kept talking, I’d cry. I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. One day I’d be used to his words and utter love and devotion, but today… Today it still moved me and reminded me again how lucky I was. And how much I wanted to give him everything he wanted. I said a silent prayer that things would go as planned.
My fingers twitched with the need for skin-to-skin contact. I tugged at his shirt, Malcolm lifted up to aid in its removal. He quickly shed his jeans and underwear. One by one, he let his fingers wrap around the waist of my panties. He peeled them free of my body, all while he kept me pinned with his lustful stare.
Everything south of the border clenched in wanton anticipation. The blood pounding through my veins turned my ears hot. He was supposed to be unwrapping me, but I propped up on my elbows to unhook my bra and tossed it toward the other discarded items. He winked before he settled atop me again. I widened my legs and ran my hands along his muscular back, the heat of his body my welcomed security blanket.
He rubbed his nose along my jawline and palmed my breast. Using the pad of his thumb, he grazed across my erect nipple; the feather-light touch set off a firestorm of goosebumps on my skin. His thick erection twitched at my opening, and the need to be stretched to capacity guided my movements. I wrapped my legs around his wais
t, a futile attempt to bring him forward.
Malcolm placed a kiss below my ear. “It’s my birthday. I’ll take my time if I want to.”
The subtle admonishment to my actions caused a quick spike in my heart rate. I licked my lips, loosened my hold, and placed my feet on the mattress. He reached for my arms, moving them so they were above my head and locked his fingers with mine.
Bodies close. My pebbled nipples grazed against his chest. Our breathing in sync and gazes locked. Malcolm inched forward, the swollen head of his dick barely breaching my opening. He pulled back then moved in again, a little deeper that time. I closed my eyes, and took steady breaths. Out. In. Each time deeper than before until he was fully sheathed within me.
His warm lips were on my neck, a flick of his tongue, the soft bite of his teeth. Hot bursts of air the only clue that his controlled, tortuous pace had an effect on him. My body, well lubricated, offered no resistance to the intrusion. A low groan vibrated in the back of my throat with each slow stroke.
I flexed my fingers beneath his grip and the climb started. Slow, steady, our bodies writhed in intimate bliss. Moans and whimpers were the only thing I could manage but they were complemented with the grunts coming from my husband. Higher and higher his lovemaking took me, until finally I hit the crest and went free falling.
Malcolm’s hold tightened, but his paced remained the same until he stilled. My body convulsed around him as he emptied his release into me. After he rolled to the side, I rested my hand on my sweaty stomach and smiled.
He propped up on his elbow and faced me. “You know this is only intermission right?”
I let out an airy laugh and turned to look at him. “Yes, baby. I’m well aware we’re just getting started.”
2
Let’s Get Started
Malcolm
The sight of my softly snoring wife brought a grin to my face. I never tired of calling her that—my wife. She was officially, now and forever, Calida Frankel. A mass of red hair scattered across the pillow, the tops of her breasts peeking out beneath the covers—my wife. Beautiful, sexy, and full of surprises. My gaze went to the jar sitting on the nightstand and I chuckled.
I pulled the blanket up around her, planted a quick kiss on her forehead, and then eased out of bed. After I slipped on a pair of shorts, I scooped up the empty jar and blank notepad from the floor and grabbed the one she’d given me before heading down stairs. I deposited the items on the kitchen table then put on coffee and fixed myself a bowl of cereal. Breakfast and cup of joe in hand, I sat at the table, cracked my knuckles, and got ready to work.
After shoveling a spoonful of Honey Smacks into my mouth, I picked up my gift. The multi-colored note cards fell around jar as I turned it. She’d given me the damn list. Excitement coursed through me as I wondered what she’d come up with. It was right in front of me—but no—I wouldn’t read hers until I completed my own.
Eager to get started, I hopped up and went over to rummage through the junk drawer in search of a pen. With the Sharpie in my hand, my mind raced with options. What were the top ten freaky things I wanted to do with my Ginger?
It didn’t take me nearly as long to figure out as I’d thought it would. I dropped the last folded piece of paper in my now filled jar and screwed on the lid as I heard the sound of her voice.
