“And what’s that, Naomi Deanna Cabot?”
She presses her lips to my ear, breathing her words directly into my soul—and my cock. “Make love to me, husband. Again, and again, and again.” She writhes her silk-covered center against my zipper. “Be rough. Be gentle. Fuck me. Love me. Just whatever you do, don’t stop.”
“Ahhh god, my love.” I lift the silk slip up and off, revealing her lush, bare curves for my hungry eyes. “Are you my wife? For real?”
“I’m your wife in spirit until you make me your wife legally. Either way, I’m totally yours, Silas.”
She peels my shirt off. Kneels over my hips and rips open my jeans. Strips them off me.
When I’m naked with her, she sits up on her knees above me. Her high, firm, perfect tits hang heavy and sway tantalizingly as she gazes down at me with a love so pure it steals my breath. She grasps me in her soft small hand and guides my throbbing cock to the desire-wet folds of her pussy. She notches me against her entrance and holds me there. She lets go of me, still sitting up on her knees. Reaches down, takes my hands, and tangles our fingers together.
“Tell me I’m yours,” she whispers.
“You’re mine.”
“Tell me you’re mine,” she whispers.
“I’m yours.”
“Do you love me, Silas?” She swirls her hips in a wide, teasing circle, only the very tip of me just barely inside her.
“With everything I am.”
“Show me,” she whispers, and sinks down on me, taking all of me, all at once.
I groan as her tight hot wet pussy swallows me whole, takes me home. I surge up to meet her, gliding my palms up her thighs, over her waist, and up to her breasts. She covers my hands with hers, throwing her head back with an unabashed wail of pure ecstasy.
And then, she begins rocking on me, clutching my hands against her bouncing, swaying tits and riding me with everything she has.
Her head drops and her eyes meet mine. “I fucking love you, Silas.”
“I love it when you swear,” I gasp.
She grins at me. “I learned it from you.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I tell her, grinning back arrogantly.
“God, yes,” she groans, and falls forward, hands planting on my chest.
Her ass rolls hard against me, then, and her hair waves in a shimmery auburn curtain around our faces, and her tits sway, and I feel her pussy spasming around me already.
“I’m gonna come, Silas,” she breathes. “Oh god, I’m gonna come already.”
“Fuck, Naomi, how can you feel better every single time we do this?”
She shakes her head. “I…I don’t know. But I love it.” She starts to quake then, and she rides me harder, slamming down on me hard and fast. “Come with me, Silas. Right now, baby. Come with me. Oh god, Silas—come with me.”
I obey her command. I have no choice—she feels too fucking perfect. She draws it out of me, and I couldn’t hold back if I tried. But I don’t, because she wants me to come with her. I don’t care if we’ve only been at it for sixty seconds or if it’s been sixty minutes—coming with her is the greatest feeling I’ll ever know.
Not just physically.
Emotionally.
Feeling our souls connect, our hearts entwine…god, it’s perfect.
I let go, and we explode into orgasm at the exact same moment. We cling to each other and ride the wild waves of climax together, whispering the other’s name, moaning “I love you” a thousand times, meaning it more each time.
When it’s over, she collapses on top of me, nestling her head under my chin. Within seconds, she’s asleep.
