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“And you say you’re not the sentimental type.”
“Only for my two favorite people in this world.”
I surprise her with a quick kiss on the lips before I drop another on the top of Dominic’s curly head.
Truer words have never come out of my mouth. Delphine and Dominic are the only two living breathing things on this earth that my heart belongs to. My boy and the love of my life.
We let Dominic enjoy a few more smushed bites of his cake. His nanny shows up to take him upstairs for a change of clothes and to put him down for a nap.
The instant we’re alone, I’m coming up from behind and trapping Delphine at the kitchen counter. She peeks at me from over her shoulder with a smirk on her lips.
“I’m trying to clean up this mess.”
“I’m trying to enjoy the view,” I rasp into her ear, nipping at the soft skin. My hands start on her waist and then glide over the shape of her.
Other than baking the cake, it’s the first real moment alone we’ve had all day—we spent most of the morning playing with Dominic and celebrating his first birthday.
For the occasion, we left the suburb of Westoria and big city of Northam behind, driving several hours to Montbec Island. Delphine’s family beach house has served as a cornerstone in our relationship, a place where we’ve formed many memories together.
Dominic’s first birthday has been no different. Aside from the nanny and my main security team, we’re here as a family. I intend on taking advantage of the private time away.
“Jon,” she moans.
My hands explore, switching up from gripping her hips to other parts of her. I skim her shoulder and arms in a slow, sensual fashion, and draw a shudder out of her when I pair my touches with kisses to her neck. I kiss her jaw and wrap my arm around her stomach from behind ’til she’s backed up against my chest.
“You smell so fucking good,” I growl, tucking my face into the crook of her neck.
The next sound she releases is a sigh. A gentle sigh that sounds like the soughing of the wind at night. It’s a contented sound, telling me she’s sinking into pleasure.
I kiss her more. I fondle her more. My palms slip over her soft, full breasts, and I capture her nipples between my fingers. Her breasts are more tender than ever due to breastfeeding, which immediately produces another reaction out of her.
She trembles against me. Her breath turns shallow. “Jon…” she puffs out. I tweak her nipples and bite her neck. “Do-don’t… ohhh… god.”
My lips spread into a grin against her skin. “Don’t what, Phi? Hmmm?”
I’m calculated in the way I pose a question, then roll her nipple between my fingers. My other hand travels lower ’til it’s pushing between her thighs and groping her pussy. Her panties serve as a barrier, but I rub her through the fabric and relish how wet she becomes.
Delphine unravels within my hold. Her body twists and turns, her hips undulating in time with my teasing fingers. I use them to heighten and prolong her pleasure, finding out what draws the biggest reaction from her as I play with her pussy.
She’s so wet and slick that it makes me hard. I pull out my fingers and taste her for myself before letting her sample her own taste.
It’s a kind of torture I inflict on her for minutes, kissing her neck and fondling her pussy, ’til she can’t take it anymore and she erupts in my arms.
My beautiful wife comes in the kitchen with the cutest fucking moan I’ve ever heard. I grin and kiss her some more. She’s all over my fingers, the feel, sight and scent driving my erection to stiffen.
I suck the evidence of her clean from my fingers and then turn her cheek so she’s forced to look at me. “You taste so good, Phi. I couldn’t help myself.”
“More like you couldn’t help torturing me.” She tries to calm her breathing. Her responsibilities seem to trickle in. “I have to check on Dom to make sure the nanny put him down for his nap.”
I kiss the spot behind her ear and squeeze her hip. “I want you waiting for me in bed, no clothes on. You have five minutes.”
“But the cleanup—”
“Clock’s already started, Phi.”
She hesitates for only a second more before she’s scurrying off. I watch her go with a grin starting at the corners of my mouth. Ideas from inside my head of the many things I want to do to her.
Dominic’s naps usually last about an hour and a half, sometimes two hours.
