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“Your mom already kidnapped Elsa.” I pick Sadie up and continue up the stairs and down the hall to our bedroom. She’s wearing her usual attire of loose-fitting knit pants and a matching knit top. She’s never looked sexier. My cock throbs with need.

“I guess we’re all alone then?” She twines her arms around my neck and tugs me close. “Did you have a good day?”

“No. I was absolutely miserable. The sun was hot, two sawblades broke, and a new hire almost fell through the roof. But that didn’t bother me. What bothered me was that it was keeping me from you.” I stop in front of our bed and jiggle her lightly. “What are you gonna do to make it up to me?”

“I could make you dinner.”

“Not hungry.” Or at least not for food.

“I could put the game on.”

“It’s the summer. And I’m not interested in baseball.”

“I bought a new book the other day. It’s got blue aliens in it.”

I scowl. “If you’re lusting after blue aliens, we’re gonna have to have a talk.”

She grins. “You’re sexier than all those blue guys put together.”

“Better be.”

“Would you fight them for me?”

“Yes.”

“No hesitation,” she murmurs, running her fingers across the back of my neck. I shiver in excitement. Even though it’s been five years since we married, every day is new with Sadie. When she touches me, it’s like the first time we made love on the night of her eighteenth birthday in the back of my truck on the edge of the lake in the back of my dad’s property. Her body is curvier now, her thighs thicker, her lips poutier, but I love it the same. No, I love it more. I love her more.

I lay her down on the mattress and dip my head to kiss her collarbone. “You’re so beautiful today.”

“More so than yesterday?” she teases, scratching her nails through my scalp. I want to purr like a big cat.

“Every day more beautiful than the last.” I push her shirt up and off. Her bra is next. Ripe, extra juicy tits bounce happily in front of my face. I cup one in each hand and push them together. “Hotter today too.” I dive forward, sucking on one nipple and then the other, going back and forth until both are hard, pointy tips.

She moans and shifts on the bed. I kiss my way up her neck, still holding her boobs in my hands, squeezing and molding them, rubbing her stiff peaks with my thumbs. I trace her jawline with my lips, capture her mouth, and kiss her deep and long until we’re both breathless. I draw back and admire my handiwork. Her lips are cherry red, and her cheeks are flushed. Her eyelids have fallen half-closed, and she watches me out of a curtain of lashes as I reach into my back pocket to pull out the necklace of pearls.

She gasps when I open the box. “Happy birthday, darling.” I lean down and hook the three strands around her gorgeous neck.

“There. The jewelry looks better on you than in the store.”

“This is too much,” she says, her hand at her throat.

“Not really.”

“I saw how expensive these were!”

“And I saw how much you liked them. Besides, if I can’t spend our money on you, what’s the point of me working every day? Isn’t it for us?”

“How is this present for you?” she asks.

“Because you’re happy and that’s what I want. No, I need that. I need you to be happy, to feel treasured, to feel loved.” I rub my hand across her slightly rounded belly. She’s starting to show more every day.

“I do. I feel all of those things.” Her eyes are big and beautiful. I hold her gaze as I take her mouth again, kissing her until we’re both breathless. I move down her body.

I devour her creamy tits until she’s a squirming, writhing mess. Lust pounds through my blood. Every day I wake up with need to possess her, and every night when I take her, I always seem to want more.

“I can’t get enough of you. Every moment of every day, all I want is to be inside this wet cunt of yours.”

I take my hand between us and slide my fingers into her juicy core. Her moisture drenches my hand and drips onto her thighs. The sounds that fill the room as I slowly fuck her with my hand makes me dizzy. My cock is steel hard. I move lower and replace my fingers with my tongue. Her taste coats my lips, slides down my throat, and ratchets up the flame of desire. I tongue her in long, even strokes until she’s quivering and coming against my mouth. My balls tighten, and I beat back the urge to come. I need to be inside her. I have to have her.

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