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I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her underwear and drew them down her legs. “Because I want you to think about what I might use on you. As soon as you come all over my tongue.”

“We don’t have to use those.”

Chuckling, I sank to my knees at the edge of them. “We might as well. Since I had them delivered to the room for all of us.”

“Really?” Her breathy voice floated to me. I couldn’t see her face now. “I thought it was like, something all the guests received.”

“They got something. But they didn’t get everything.”

That was enough talking. I slid my hands up her thighs and consumed my wife. The little gasp for breath told me everything. She wasn’t used to owning her pleasure or allowing it to show, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel it.

However long it took for her to bloom into the curiosity she had and let her personality shine as much during sex as it did during everything else, I didn’t care. Because there was literally no better taste on earth than her.

So many layers to her scent and flavor, and it all made sense. In the days leading up to the wedding, when all I wanted was to be closer to her, I looked up orchids. They could smell like anything from sugar to lemons to chocolate to that pure, sweet floral that was in its own league entirely. And every lick into her was another unfurling petal of her, overwhelming my senses.

I needed more. Gripping her hips, I slid my shoulders beneath her legs and pulled her closer, burying my face in her pussy. She liked when I traced her clit with my tongue and then added suction, so I did it until her hips were lifting off the bed and she was dripping. All for me.

My groan wrenched out of me as I fucked her with my tongue, unwilling to miss a single drop that could be mine. “I love it when your cunt weeps for me,” I whispered the words against her skin. “I need to have you above me so I can just drink from you.”

The only response I got was a moan, and I smiled. Her hands fisted in the silky comforter, thighs beginning to shake with her effort to keep them still. Because she was still worried.

“Let go, sweetheart.”

I felt her shudder, and then I tasted her orgasm. Drank it down. Didn’t release her until her hips were writhing in the aftermath. All I wanted was more.

More, more, more.

Making sure she was supported on the bed, I stripped my tuxedo off while she watched with dazed, pleasured eyes. “Careful, wife. I might get used to you looking at me like that.”

“You look like that.” She gestured, her arm falling limply to the bed. “Bet your ass I’m going to look at you.”

I laughed before bracing myself above her and stripping her of the last of the lace. “You think of your favorite?”

“Depends on what you’re planning for it,” she said. Ocean’s eyes sparkled with fire that I never wanted to leave her eyes.

“I’ll let you guess,” I said, kissing her softly. “But choose, or I’ll choose for you and have you at my mercy.”

Her pupils, already blown wide with pleasure, grew more. The tremble in her breath was like a melody. Every little sign she gave me, I was beginning to read like sheet music, and I was happy to be the conductor.

She swallowed. “You choose.”

I winked. “You got it, sweetheart.”

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AVOCADO

(ALLIGATOR PEAR, BUTTER FRUIT, TESTICLE TREE, WILD PEAR)

MEANING: LOVE; ROMANCE; SEXUAL ROMANCE

OCEAN

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My husband observed the treasure chest of toys with a playful gaze. And I was happy to watch. Because all of him on display, cock hard and ready, muscles shadowed in the dim light like a damn painting? It was a masterpiece.

Not to mention I needed a minute to catch my breath.

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