Page 4 of Sex, Love & Lingerie

“Thank you, baby.” Gloria grinned as she fastened the end of her waist-long braid with an elastic. The platinum rope shimmered like a fine piece of jewelry.

Her morning rituals weren’t over. Now came my favorite part. Her makeup.

Standing behind her, I folded my arms around her swollen belly as she began. First her eyes. A layer of mascara and some blue shadow that drew attention to her two-color eyes, one brown the other blue. Then, a fine dusting of face powder and lastly her lips.

God, I loved Gloria’s lips. The shape of them. Their fullness. Their power. Holy balls, what they could do. I watched in the mirror in awe as she applied her red lipstick. It was as if she was painting them, and every time she did, I thought of my father with a red tube of paint in his hand. Red was his favorite color, just like Gloria’s.

Mesmerized by my gorgeous wife, I stared at her reflection. Gloria wore her red lipstick the way a superhero wore his cape. It made her powerful. Invincible. Except I was her Kryptonite. When I kissed her lips and stripped off her red capelet, she became weak. Powerless. And all mine.

I couldn’t resist.

She succumbed.

This time my cock had a different destination. Her backdoor. Quickly grabbing one of the many moisturizing lotions she kept on the counter, I parted my robe, squirted a bountiful amount on my hard as rock cock, and lubricated it. As I spread it evenly along my shaft, my mind flashed back to the first time I fucked Gloria in the ass in Paris. It was a first for her. Butt-fucking Gloria had since become one of our favorite activities. And with her big pregnant belly, one of the easiest.

Wasting no time, I shoved down her leggings and spread her ripe cheeks.

“Jaime, are you going to fuck me in the ass?” she asked, her voice all breathy. Oh yeah, she wanted it bad.

“That’s what it seems like,” I replied as I plunged my serpent into her puckered, just washed hole. Christ. She felt so tight! So hot! So good!

She groaned my name. Wrapping one arm back around her extended belly, I began to thrust in and out of her. Her beautiful moans morphed into beautiful groans. I’d only just begun. Once I got into a rhythm and she rocked into me, I moved my other hand to her pussy and inserted two fingers into her entrance while my thumb rubbed her clit. I knew what she loved. Still banging her from behind, I watched in the mirror as she arched back to meet my thrusts, her face contorting with pure ecstasy, her chest rising and falling. Shrieks escaped her lush lips and her eyes squeezed close.

“Eyes, angel.” I wanted her to watch herself come with me. At my command, she blinked them open and met my smoldering reflection.

“Oh God,” she whimpered as I pumped in and out of her, bringing both of us to the edge. Her clit was throbbing, ready to explode. And I knew I was hitting her G-for-Gloria spot again and again.

The desperate sound of her. The impassioned sight of her. It was so fucking erotic.

“Fall apart for me, angel,” I whispered in her ear, my blood rushing to my pulsing cock, my own orgasm coiling between my thighs. I could almost hear her fiery clit crying out for relief.

“Now, baby.” On the next deep thrust, she roared my name and shattered around me. As she lost control, so did I, my powerful eruption meeting hers head-on.

I hissed. Jesus. The power of a kiss.

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