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We arrive home and go through our nightly bedtime routine with the boys. I brush my teeth and dive into bed, where I watch her go through her own nightly rituals.. All she wears is a tank top and a tiny pair of panties. For all her grousing of losing the baby weight, I swear she’s more beautiful now than before she was pregnant. I can’t help but grow hard when she approaches our bed. Her nipples poke through her top. A little slice of her flat belly peeks above her panties.
I fling back the covers to let her into bed. She slides against me, her back to my front. Wrapping my arms around her middle, I drag her against me. My bare cock rests in the middle of her ass cheeks. She wiggles her butt against me and cranes her neck to look back at me. I skim my hands down her sides and hook my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and drag them down. She kicks them to the floor and turns in my arms.
“Ride me,” I command.
As instructed, Ronni straddles my thighs, fists my shaft and hovers her pussy over my shaft. Inches down so I feel her slickness. As she undulates her hips, getting my cock slick and wet, I pull her tank top above her perfect, round tits so I can watch them bounce to her rhythm. Then, I reach above my head and grab the iron slats of the headboard.
Tonight is the Veronica Mae Miller show, and I’m going to enjoy every single god damn minute of it.
“You’re letting me do the work?” She yanks the tank all the way off and throws it on the floor.
I waggle my brows. “Aye.”
She cups her breasts and pinches her nipples. Wee Connor literally jumps at the sight of her. Laughing, Ronni lifts her ass from my thighs, grips my shaft and drags it through her pussy lips to her clit and rubs it with my crown. Her mouth parts and her eyes close. She rotates her hips from side to side so the tip of my cock hits her little nub from all angles.
Mesmerized, I watch her sway above me. Taking her pleasure. Listening to her little moans and breathless pants. My cock pulses and weeps in her grip, it wants inside her so badly.
“Ride me, Mae.Now.” My knuckles are white from how hard my grip is on the headboard.
She splays her hand on my chest and guides me inside her until I’m stretching her opening wide. I get lost in the sensations of being inside my exquisite wife and grit my jaw when she comes with a keening moan.
Releasing my grip on the slats, I wrap my arms around Ronni’s ass to keep her still when I roll us over. Now it’s her turn to reach up and grip the headboard when I drape her leg over my elbow and spread her legs wide. Pressing my knee to the mattress in between her thighs, I cup and squeeze her breast, rolling her nipple with my thumb and forefinger.
She arches her back, allowing me to go deeper. I lean down and catch her earlobe with my teeth. Grind my pelvis against her clit, knowing I’m hitting that spot deep inside her when her eyes begin to blink rapidly. “Again, Mae. Come.”
“Connor, I don’t think I...”
“Aye, You can.” I swivel my hips as I pound into her faster. Harder.
Her pussy clamps down around me. Hot. Slick. Holy feck, I’m not going to be able to hold on. I band my arm around her to keep her fastened to me. Pump. In. Out. Hard. Rough. Her walls flutter. “Connor, Ah—” Breaking off, she moans, deep and guttural.
Jerking her tightly to me, white heat explodes along my spine and I spill inside her, buried as deep as I can possibly get. “Aye. Mae. Holy Jaysus.”
Coming down from such an epic orgasm, I feel Ronni digging her fingers into my scalp. My face is buried in her neck. Our mouths meet. Our kisses slow and sweet. Making love to my wife is my favorite thing in the entire world. Even after all these years.
Especiallyafter all these years.
It’s feckin’ everything.
Who knewthe Pacific Northwest could rival Los Angeles when it comes to wealth and opulence?
We’re driving through a tiny municipality across the lake from Carter’s house called Hunts Point. Connor and I are riding in a sleek, black Bentley Bentayga EWB SUV driven by Astrid Gustafsson, a stunning woman with silvery-blonde hair. She’s about my age and, apparently, is the most coveted luxury real estate agent in the area.
At least that’s what Jace’s dad told us when he introduced her. She works on referral from high-net-worth individuals.Afteran extensive financial review.
Our house-hunting journey started in earnest a couple weeks ago. Jace called Connor after seeing an IG post I made with Clover at the Polo Lounge in LA. Thinking we’d moved back to LA, Jace called Connor to ask if we’d changed our plans to stay in the Seattle area. Connor alleviated his concern, explaining I’d flown down to meet with my lawyers.
I returned a couple days later, feeling more positive than I have in a while. That night, me, Connor, and the boys were invited to Jace’s parents‘ house for a family dinner. Imagine my utter shock when Jason Deveraux, Seattle’s most famous tech executive next to Jeff Bezos and Bill Gates, opened the door. Connor’s still mocking my slack-jawed reaction.
To say I fell in love with the Medina neighborhood is an understatement. Jason made the introduction to Astrid. Now, we’re touring five off-market houses that meet our simple criteria: Security. Seclusion. Serenity.
With so much chaos, it’s the simple things that matter now.
“Hunts Point is a tiny municipality, and extraordinarily private. It’s like living in an urban forest, yet every house has waterfront access to Lake Washington,” Astrid coos in her smooth, whisky-tinged voice. “It’s arguably the most exclusive neighborhood in the Pacific Northwest. I’ll drive you through the commercial area. Lots of cafes and little shops. You’re also near a beautiful nature preserve. Many local celebrities call it home.”
We turn down a winding road and pass mansion after mansion. Some look old and iconic. Some are new and modern. It reminds me of Malibu, substituting lakefront for oceanfront, of course.
“What are the schools here like?” I grip Connor’s hand tightly and squeeze, still watching the houses whiz by as we approach our destination.
