Page 116 of Force Play

Damn, I wish I would have gotten that on video. “I can’t fucking wait to see you growing our babies.” She jumps, almost spilling her coffee, when I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her.

After consulting with the fertility specialist, along with the surgeon who will do her procedure after the egg retrieval, she decided she wanted to retain her ability to get pregnant through IVF. As long as there was nothing to indicate that she should have a full hysterectomy, which she will eventually have when we’ve had kids, she wants the chance to experience pregnancy.

Surrogacy isn’t off the table. We’ve talked about it at length, and if that’s what needs to happen, we are both open to that option. Indie is already grieving being able to conceive naturally, so I just want to support her however I can. And right now, that means we’re both drinking decaf.

“Are you done with your call already?”

“Mmhmm,” I mumble into her neck, inhaling the smell that is so distinctly her—sweet like honey, a little floral and that hint of spice that makes it so Indie. My cock thickens when she relaxes back into me, exhaling a contented sigh.

“Aren’t you parents and sisters coming over?” It doesn’t stop her from bringing her hand to the base of my skull and raking her nails through the much shorter hair on the back of my head. She kept the top long, trimming the back and sides into an impressive fade considering it was her first haircut.

“We have time,” I say, taking the coffee from her and setting it on the counter. With nothing but one of my old shirts on, there’s nothing stopping me from slipping my hand under the fabric and running my calloused hands all over her flawless skin.

Her chest rises and falls in time with mine as my finger coast along her ribs, and when my thumb brushes over her already tight nipples, she sucks in a breath. “So sensitive.”

“Want me to stop?” I ask, cupping her full tits gently.

“God, no. Feels good.” The words come out rushed and needy

“Perfect. I live to make you feel good.”

“How long do we have?” she asks, her voice uneven as I slip my other hand inside her panties.

“Let me worry about that.” Dropping my hand to the hem of her shirt, I bring it over her head slowly, relishing each new inch of skin exposed to me. “Hands on the counter, wife.”

Her fingers grip the edge of the marble and I pull her hips back, making her back arch. With morning sunlight streaming in, she’s fully on display for me.

“I want your hands on me,” she whines, pushing her ass back further.

The temptation is too strong. I bring my hand out down on her ass making her skin ripple and the cheek glow pink. “So impatient. I want to look at you. So fucking beautiful it hurts, especially with my handprint on your ass and your greedy pussy soaked for me.”

She looks over her shoulder at me in mock indignation. “Is that anyway to talk to your wife?”

“That depends.” I smooth my hand over her hip and down between her legs, my fingers easily sliding over her hot center. “Feels to me like my wife liked it.” Her knees fold in, knocking together when I push two fingers inside her. “Let’s see how much.”

My other hand comes down on the opposite side making her clench around my fingers. “That’s it, squeeze me, Baby. Show me what a dirty girl you are.”

“So close. Again,” she cries, begging for my hand, abandoning the playful banter.

I want to see her shatter so completely. “Pinch your nipples for me,” I tell her.

Keeping one hand braced against the counter, she brings the other to her tits, gasping at the added sensation. And when my hand comes down again she cries out, her hips pressing back, riding my hand as her walls flutter around my fingers.

“That’s it, wife, so good for me.” My cock is a steel spike in my shorts, stretched up tight against my stomach as I watch her shake through her orgasm in the middle of our kitchen.

She sets her head down on the counter as I slowly withdraw my fingers, my arm hooked around her to hold her up.

Helping her stand, I turn her around in my arms, taking her lips. “I love you so damn much.” I mutter before I slip my tongue inside her making her melt into me.

“I love you. Please tell me we have time for me to taste you.”

“More than enough. They’ll be here in forty-five minutes.”

“God, I married a shithead,” she says, sinking to her knees.

“That may be so, but you still want this cock.”

Her pink tongue swipes across her lips as she looks up at me with hungry eyes. “Like I want my next breath.”

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