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Wife.
“Need you now,” I pant as he sets me on my feet in front of the fire next to the makeshift bed and a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.
We make quick work of undressing one another. The tuxedo, which stretched perfectly against his broad shoulders, is quickly forgotten, along with my yellow dress. Then his lips are on mine, and we kneel together, more desperate for one another than ever before.
There will be no long, slow worshipping of bodies. This is about connection. About sealing our vows. Becoming one.
Jay lies back and pulls me on top of him. I lift my hips, more than ready for him, and then, in one thrust, he slides home.
And in that moment, I close my eyes and memorize the feel of him.
The fullness.
The sheer perfection that is this moment with my husband.
“Husband,” I whisper, opening my eyes and gazing down at the man who will forever hold that title.
“Fuck, I’ve never wanted a name more.” He slides his hands to my hips and drags me against him, knowing precisely how to maneuver my body. To play me like an instrument. “Now ride my cock, wife.”
Together, we chase our orgasms, our bodies moving in sync. Words of love are whispered, curses are uttered.
Legs trembling, I ride my husband, relishing every spark, every hit of desire that works its way through me as he sucks one nipple while he tweaks the other between his fingers. “Oh, Jay…” I breathe, feeling the telltale tingles building in my core.
He bites down on my nipple. “No.”
Startled, I pause my movements and frown down at him.
“Call me husband when you come.”
I give him a wicked smile and work myself over him again. “As you wish,husband.”
Our slick bodies move erotically as I fuck my husband slowly.
And in no time, we’re right on the brink again. My release builds, and his cock swells. And as he sucks hard on my nipple once again, I shatter, convulsing around him as he twitches inside me and then fills me completely.
Breathless, I fall against his chest. With our hearts beating in rhythm, we lie that way in silence. When our breathing has evened out, Jay smooths a hand over my hair and kisses my forehead. And when I attempt to shift so I can clean myself up, he locks his arms around me and pulls me to his chest, keeping us joined as one. “Are you on birth control?”
Shifting so I can face him, I answer, “Yes.”
“Throw it away. I want to fill my wife up with only me, and I want to see my wife pregnant.”
My eyes widen. “You what?”
Jay’s eyes show such warmth as he studies me. “I missed out on your pregnancy. And God, I can only imagine how beautiful you were.”
I snuggle into his chest. “I’ve got pictures stashed somewhere. I’ll show you.”
Jay lifts my chin with his forefinger. “I would love to see them. But I’d love to see another baby in that belly even more. Give Chloe a sibling or two.”
Unease tugs at me. I should have done this before. Told him my concerns. He should have had all the facts before we said I do.
“Jay,” I whisper.
His brows pinch together. “What’s the matter, Kitten? If you don’t want more kids, that’s okay.” The sadness in his expression belies that sentiment, but like everything else, he’d give that up for me. He’d give up everything for our life together.
Tears pool in my eyes at that realization. “It’s not that I don’t. It’s that…” I take a deep breath for courage. “My mom was diagnosed with cervical cancer when she was thirty-five. She was dead two years later.”
“And tomorrow, you turn thirty-five,” he murmurs.
