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Courtney pulls back a little. “Are yousurethere’s nothing wrong?”
“Only that you stopped kissing me,” I say, my lips searching out the tender spot underneath her chin.
“Oh,” she says faintly. “Mmm.” With a sigh, her head tilts back and her creamy neck is exposed to me. I sink my teeth into the spot where her shoulder and neck meet, and she moans. I feel her skin erupt into goosebumps under my palms. Her fingers twist into my hair and her full tits press into my chest and suddenly I’m aware of the fact that there are far too many clothes between us.
Courtney’s lips meet mine again as I’m backing her into the kitchen.
“Bedroom?” she suggests against my mouth.
“No time,” I murmur, picking her up and setting her on the counter. Her rounded ass lands in a pile of flour and little clouds erupt around us but I don’t care. All I care about is getting my wife naked.
I reach under the skirt she’s wearing and hook my fingers around the silky panties she has on. A quick tug and they’re on the floor. I push her skirt up, my fingers skittering over her hips and down her thighs.
I push her knees apart and am rewarded with a low groan.
I trail my fingertips across her skin until I’ve reached the heat of her pussy. I haven’t even touched her, but I can feel the need radiating off her skin. I take one finger and drag it over the slit of her pussy, causing her to arch and push her legs open further.
Taking that as an invitation, I push my finger inside of her, and she closes around me like heated satin.
I slide my finger out and back in and she’s smooth and slick against my hand.
“Don’t make me wait,” she gasps and grabs my hand. “It’s been too long. I need you inside me.”
My cock twitches violently against my zipper. Reaching down, I flick open the button on my pants. Courtney brushes my hands aside and pushes my pants down.
“Let me give you some help,” she says, her voice husky.
In a quick motion, I pull her off the counter and move her toward me, my cock standing free between us. I grasp Courtney’s thighs, lift her, and in one swift motion slide her drenched pussy over my pulsing dick.
Her gasp is high and mewling.
I have her pressed against the counter and impaled on my cock. Neither of us is fully naked, and there’s flour and the scent of herbs all around us. I pin my wife to me with one arm around her waist and thrust, hard and deep.
“Leon,” she moans. “I’ve missed you, baby.”
“I’ve missed you, too, sweetheart,” I grit out as I thrust deeply into her again. I spin with her and push her back against the wall. With her firmly anchored between me and the wall, I push into her again, reveling in the feel of her tight, hot pussy stretching around me. I pound into her, over and over, every moan and gasp she makes going straight to my dick.
I’ll never, ever get tired of my wife. I want to have her over and over again forever, I want to be buried inside her, her insides clutching at me, her fingers digging divots into my neck as she pants my name. I want her above me, under me, riding my cock, exploding on my tongue, and writhing on my fingers.
I want her in every way possible.
My sexy, hotter-than-fire wife.
“Fuck,” she pants against my shoulder. “I’m close, Leon.I’m so close.”
She stiffens against me before throwing her head back and moaning, shuddering against me. Her pussy clenches around my cock and that pushes me over the edge too. I push into her pulsing heat and explode inside her, emptying myself in long spurts.
Afterward, Courtney sags against me. I lift her and carry her to the sofa, where we both collapse, wrapped around each other in a quivering heap. Her breathing slows and I can feel her heartbeat beginning to return to normal. She looks at me with a huge grin on her face.
“Welcome home,” she says, and pulls me toward her for a kiss.
Chapter Five
Courtney
“What was this supposed to be?” Leon asks. We’ve finally peeled ourselves up from the sofa and have returned to the kitchen. Every surface is dusted with flour, except for my butt print on the counter.
My body is still buzzing from the sex we just had, and I could easily go for another round, but I grab a dishtowel and start wiping. “It was going to be rosemary lemon bread to go with the roasted chicken tomorrow. Sorry, I didn’t plan anything for tonight. I was just going to have some pasta.”
