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I pull her nipple into my mouth, tonguing it while I fuck her. I want to take my time with her, but let's be honest, I never last long when I'm inside my wife. She's too hot, too tight, and she feels too damn good. She fits me like a glove, squeezing me just right.
I lift her ass, tilting her hips so I rub against her G-spot with every thrust. She goes wild, scratching and clawing like a little hellcat. I roar her name, fucking her so hard the bed rattles and shakes beneath us.
It doesn't take long until she's coming all over me. The way her pussy grips me as she comes sends me hurtling over the edge too. I bury my face in her throat, groaning her name as I fill her full of me. She writhes beneath me, panting my name.
The way she says it when we're like this is still music to my ears. I love everything about her crying out for me while I'm inside her, making her feel good. This woman is my entireworld.
"I love you," I whisper, pressing adoring kisses into her skin.
"I love you too," she whispers back.
I roll us so I don't squish the baby and then pull her up against me. She's sweaty and sticky with our juices. I splay my hand across her belly, closing my eyes.
"Do you really hate Valentine's Day?" she asks me, her voice soft.
"God no," I murmur, rolling us again so I can see her face. She's got her lip caught between her teeth, her eyes wide and worried. I push her hair back from her face. "It's the day you said you love me for the first time, angel. I could never hate that."
"Oh." She smiles, worry melting from those blue eyes.
"As far as I'm concerned, it's the second-best holiday of the year."
"You know the start of the hockey season doesn't really count as a holiday, right?" she says, sassing me.
"Smart ass," I mutter, shaking my head.
"It doesn't."
"I wasn't talking about hockey season."
"Oh." Her nose wrinkles. "Christmas?"
"Nope."
"Halloween?"
"No, that's third."
"Thanksgiving?" She eyes me critically. "You don't even like turkey, Wes."
"It's not Thanksgiving." I roll us over again, cuddling her up against my chest.
"Is it Easter? Good Friday? MLK Day? National Steak and BJ Day?"
"No…wait. What the fuck is Steak and BJ Day?"
"Steak and Blowjob Day. It's March 14th," she says.
"This is a real thing?"
"Yep."
"Why am I just hearing about this?" I ask.
"Because you get steak and BJs all the time?"
"I'm putting this day on my calendar."
She snorts.
