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Plunging my free hand under her erse, I elevate her hip until she lies twisted at the waist with her shoulders on the bed. Then I coast my hand over her hip and down the side of her thigh while I feather my lips over the back of her knee, encouraging her to bend it with light pressure from my hand.
"Not quite sure what you're doing," she says, "but I'm game for anything."
"One of your most endearing qualities."
I shift one leg to push it between both of hers so that her bent knee is hooked around my hip. Maybe I saw this in a book, and maybe I bought that book the other day when I was waiting for Emery to accept or reject my proposition. This is not me trying to impress her again. No, I have never done that. I wanted to make sure she would enjoy our wedding night, that's all.
She watches my every move as I lodge one knee firmly on the mattress, with her body between my legs. My erection brushes against her folds.
Emery shudders and reaches for me.
I capture her wrists with one hand, pin them above her head, and brace my other hand alongside her shoulder. "Ye want to be fucked, aye?"
"Oh yes, please."
Whatever my wife desires.I drive into her with a single strong thrust, then pause there, buried inside her hot, lush body to the hilt. My eyes want to roll back in my head because of how wonderful this feels, but I don't do that. It would be ridiculous.
My wife makes a strange noise, apparently annoyed that I've stopped moving.
I let my lips slide into a slow grin, imbued with the heat of all my wicked intentions for her body.
She surrenders to me, relaxing into my hold on her wrists as if she'll wait hours for me to start shagging her again. I roll my hips in a circle, my cock penetrating her deeply, and somehow maintain enough control to keep the pace unhurried despite how good she feels around me and how badly I want to feel her come all over my cock. Bound by my hands, she can't clutch me the way she seems to love doing, so she clutches me with the leg she has locked around me instead. She rocks her hips in time with my movements, her expression so blissful that I almost wish I could pull out my mobile and snap a picture of her, the way she looks right now while I'm rotating my hips to experience every inch of her perfect body.
She nestles her face against my neck.
With a groan, I impale her body with powerful, vigorous strokes. My pace accelerates as I thrust hard every time, pounding into her until we both bounce on the mattress. With her face mashed against my neck, I can't see if she keeps her eyes open. Donnae care. With her, all I want to do is let go and drown in the pleasure of her body while I pump my hips, scraping her brillean.
Emery goes rigid a second before her body convulses, and her inner muscles pulsate around me. I come too, my cock spilling everything inside her while she thrashes under me and her orgasm rolls on and on, and I keep thrusting, slower every time, until at last we're both spent.
I disentangle our bodies to lie beside her.
My wife is struggling to catch her breath.
"Shh," I whisper. "Breathe slow and easy."
I rub her belly, hoping to calm her while she recovers from an orgasm that clearly left her dazed, though in a good way. I hope.
"Wow, I love your ingenuity," she says once her breathing has returned to normal. "That position was amazing."
"I'm not ingenious." I cease rubbing her belly and spread my hand over her skin. "That position appears in numerous books about sex."
Emery shoots me a sidelong look. "You read sex manuals?"
My cheeks start to feel warm, but I am not blushing. That would be unmanly. "I, ah…bought a few of them over the years."
For my ex-wives. I tried to make them happy in the bedroom, since I seemed to be incapable of making them happy in any other way. I failed in the bedroom too. But not with Emery. She loves what I give her, and that's why I'd bought yet another sex book.
My wife wriggles to lie on her side facing me. "Nothing wrong with looking for ways to spice up your love life. I've read sex books too, even the Kama Sutra."
I lift my gaze to hers. "I wasn't brave enough to read that one."
"It's not as lewd as most people think." She places a sweet kiss on my lips. "We could look at it together sometime. If you want."
"Perhaps," I say cautiously, not at all sure I could handle that.
"No rush." She dances her fingers along my upper arm. "Are we done for the night?"
"Aren't you tired?"
"Nope."
I drape a hand over her hip. "Should we go again?"
"Oh yes, baby. Yes indeed."
Maybe tomorrow, I'll wonder why she's called me "baby" twice tonight. But right now, I need to shag my wife again.
