“Aw, baby.”My heart ached for her.Dipping my head, I pressed a kiss to her forehead, the tip of her nose, her pert little chin.“You’re half-right.I am perfect,” I teased, “but you are far from broken.”
“I need lube,” she burst out.
Lube?Suddenly, I got it.For a smart guy, I was thicker than a plank.Dryness.That’s what she meant by broken.“That’s fine, we’ll get lube.”
“It doesn’t bother you?That my body is changing?”
I shook my head, holding her wary gaze.“It bothers me that it’s bothering you.It bothers me that you’re uncomfortable.I never want sex to be less than wonderful for you.”
I cupped her perfect breast in my hand and flicked her nipple with my thumb, satisfied to see her lids droop.“But this body fulfils my every fantasy.With all the changes it’s gone through over the years we’ve been together, I’ve never once lost my fascination with it.”
“You’re okay with using lube?”she asked hesitantly.“It’s not a turn-off?”
I grinned, ready to take her out of her dark.“Are you kidding?The last time we used lube—"
She slapped a hand over my mouth, her dancing eyes tapping out a warning.“We do not speak about that.”
“Dirty, filthy, girl,” I teased as she flushed crimson.“If you give a man a bottle of lube, he’s going to think about going there.”
“So long as his dick doesn’t follow,” she answered drily.
Laughing out loud, I rolled to cover her.With my palms cupping the sides of her head, my thumbs brushed the hair back from her temples.“Okay, Dini-baby.I’m going to eat you, you’re going to swallow my cock like the very good girl you are, and then I’m going to eat you slow and sweet until you come all over my face.Again.You with me?”
“I’m with you, Aaron,” she agreed, her voice husky.“I’m always with you.”
My love for her squeezed my heart.“That you are.”I needed to do a better job being there for her.
Touching my mouth to hers, I remembered the first time I kissed her.She wasn’t my first kiss, but I’d had no experience to speak of.How I’d fumbled that first kiss.I’d made it up to her over the years.We’d learned together.There was a sweetness to that, an openness to explore.
And we had.
I knew her mouth better than my own.
Knew how to make her open to me, how to make her moan.
This woman owned me.
My heart.My soul.My mind.My strength.Everything I was, everything I did, all that I’d ever be, was hers.And hers alone.
I moved down her body, fitted myself between her thighs, and sucked her little clit into my mouth.
Her thighs slammed shut around my head, her hips jerking away from me.
Her sweet body told me exactly what she needed, and how she needed it.It always had.
I gentled my tongue.
Her thighs softened, opened wide as her hips rocked, offering me her sweet pussy.
I traced the contours of her sex, delving inside, laving the fat labia that swelled so sweetly around my buried cock when we made love.I sucked the plumpness into my mouth before circling that tiny, hidden, knot of ecstasy.
The broken sounds falling from her lips, her shaking thighs, her fingers knotting in what was left of my hair became my GPS, directing me to go harder, faster, softer, deeper.I thought I knew the way, but I hadn’t noticed the change in terrain.
I was listening now.
I listened when she pressed against the top of my head, her hips burrowing into the mattress.
I listened when she spread her thighs wide, tilting her hips into my mouth.
