Page 15 of Darling Bride

I wipe her clean and go to turn the shower on. She rolls to her side, watching me through the doorway.

“Why’s that?” I ask.

“I just keep you around for your dick,” she teases.

“Really? What about my tongue?”

She pushes herself upright and swings her legs off the bed. Her hair is all tangled from being fucked through the mattress.

“Your tongue’s alright,” she says, sending me a look over her shoulder. Clearly I didn’t spank all the brat out of her earlier.

She stands, flashing her curvy ass decorated with pink stripes from my belt. I cock my head, admiring my handiwork.

“I can work you over in the shower, darling, but you’re gonna wish I hadn’t,” I say.

She walks past me and I give her a little slap across the back of her thigh, avoiding the sensitive marks. There’s a hitch in her step that fills me up with pride. It always does—I like looking at her body when I’m done with it, all freshly fucked and pretty like a work of art in pink.

“Get in the shower,” I say, pulling the curtain aside.

She purses her lips and steps in. I join her, pressing my front against her back. I love the feeling of her warmth against me while the water flows over my head.

My arms go around her and she rests her chin on them. My cock, which was satiated a moment ago, rises slowly. Notching beneath the curve of her ass.

“You want to go again?” I ask.

She rubs back on my dick. “No, I’m good.”

“Don’t torture me, darling,” I murmur, nuzzling my face into her wet hair.

Her soft form wiggles in my grip as she turns to look up at me. Big brown eyes, ones I fell in love with all those years ago, fix on mine.

“That’s rich, coming from the man who just came twice,” she whispers.

I squeeze her ass. “You’re pretty sassy tonight.”

“You like it,” she says. “At least, you did when you met me.”

“I still do, darling.”

She tilts her head back, offering her mouth. I cradle her head and kiss her, slowly and thoroughly. I might be hard, but I forget all about getting laid again. In this moment, I just want to taste my wife and feel her closeness.

Spring is always busy, at both ranches. Add two children into that and we have trouble finding time for ourselves. The winteris better, but the kids are in the house more often. Moments like these are for savoring, like fine whiskey.

She lays her cheek on my chest. Fingers brushing down my stomach. In the interim between our wedding and now, I’ve acquired a sprinkling of gray hairs. Those have extended here and there down my chest and stomach. She says she likes them and I think she means it.

Sometimes she sits on my lap and touches the silver by my ears. Then she gets a little smile on her face, and more often than not, I get some.

It’s getting late. I soap her down just to feel her curves all over again. She does the same, taking her time running her fingers over my body. When we’re dried off and in bed, I pull her back against my chest and kiss the back of her neck.

“Goodnight, darling,” I say.

She opens a sleepy eye. “Goodnight, sir.”

I thought I’d stay up just to watch her while she sleeps, but I’m out in seconds. When I finally crack my eyes open, the sun is creeping over the horizon. Through the window, the back yard is frosty and glowing gold. Cold air fights its way in the cracks around the windowpane.

Slowly, I roll over to find her side empty. I sit up, blinking and rubbing my eyes. The door to our bedroom creaks open and Diane slips in. She’s breathtaking, still in that blue slip that hugs her curves and brushes the middle of her thighs. In each hand, she has a steaming earthenware mug.

“I think I died and went to heaven,” I say hoarsely.

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