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She loved nipple play, and I was always more than happy to oblige. The heavy orb settled into my palm as I rolled the stiffened peak between my fingers, each ridge and bump damn near committed to memory.
“Have I told you how much I enjoy this?” I groaned as I ran my thumb down her smooth, bare sex.
I was still amazed she’d gone and gotten a complete wax for me.
“Hmm…the things I do for love.” She turned her head and kissed me.
Twenty years from now, I knew I’d be as attracted and turned on by her as I was now, if not more. I ran my tongue along her sweet lips, tasting the remnants of her sugary breakfast, with a hint of mint. Ginger twisted, trying to get more contact with my mouth. Her tongue darted out and collided with mine.
Hot hands held my face as our lips worked in a well-orchestrated dance. My dick twitched, and blood pounded in my ears, erratic and hard like the beating of my heart. The continued rocking of her ass against my aching cock was driving me mad with need. My fingers kept a steady pace in and out of her body. Her arousal soaked into my shorts, the cool wetness a stark contrast against my heated body.
There was a time for teasing, and there was a time for burying myself balls deep within my wife. This was the latter. Ginger squealed in surprise when I quickly stood. I pushed her forward and she complied, bracing herself on the smooth wooden table and sticking her ass out in invitation. I dropped my pants, grabbed her hips, and entered into her hot body in one hard thrust.
She sucked
in a quick breath but spread her legs wider. She was fucking perfect. I pushed into her hard and fast, gliding with ease along her warm, slickened walls. Pleas for more mixed with curses and other garbled words. One hand grabbed at mine at her hip; the other gripped the side of the table. Ripples of contractions massaged me as she tightened and released around my cock.
The jars tipped over. Spoons rattled in empty bowls. And the table scratched across the hardwood floors with each thrust into her body. My breath came in hard, short bursts. Skin slapping against skin and the scent of sex in the morning.
Damn, I loved my life.
“Malcolm…” Her nails raked at the table and my name tumbled from her lips as a strangled moan.
“Yeah, baby?”
Her knees buckled and a drawn out “fuck” poured from her lips. The quivering bliss around me pulled me closer to my end. I gripped her hips tighter. Another few hard thrusts and my release burst free as she rode out the tail end of hers. With a final squeeze to the globes of her ass—which were now a lovely light pink from the pounding—I eased out. She stood, grabbed my biceps to steady herself, and bunched the hem of the T-shirt between her legs. The color in her cheeks, strands of her red hair clung to her damp forehead—her after-sex flush… A sight that always brought a smile to my face.
I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me. My heart swelled from the adoring look in her eyes, and I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her.
“I love you.”
“Love you, too. And I need a shower now.”
“Better I got you all dirty before you took your shower instead of after this time.”
She nodded, stretched up on her tiptoes for another quick kiss, then turned to go upstairs. I set the jars upright, thankful they didn’t roll off and break. After carrying our breakfast dishes over to the sink, I took the stairs two at a time to go join my Ginger and hopefully have round two.
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Calida Sundae
Malcolm
Macy’s voice greeted me when I walked into the house. One day my baby sister would learn to call before she showed up—nevermind, no she wouldn’t. I placed the bags on the island and felt a tug at my pants. Smiling down at London, I bent to pick up my beautiful niece.
“Hey, Sweetpea.”
She wrapped her little arms around my neck. I knew exactly what she wanted. Bending forward, I let go and she dangled, giggling with glee. I straightened and made sure she was secure before I tickled her belly. She let loose more laughs as we headed over to join the ladies on the sofa.
I kissed the top of Macy’s head. “Hey, sis.”
“Hey. Sorry I’m crashing your kid-free day.”
“Eh, it’s all good.” I glanced over at Ginger.
She smiled at me then returned her eyes to the sleeping bundle in her arms—my nephew Lawrence. I didn’t know if men had the same sort of biological clock women talked about, but seeing my beautiful wife with a baby in her arms revved up the burning need I had to see her pregnant with my child.
Macy and Mitch were done now that they had one of each, but I wanted to have at least three more. Lots of love and kids to fill the house.
