Page 2 of Midnight and Mine

She smiles with her eyes closed and hums in appreciation, but she also uses her tongue to push my fingers out, wanting me to continue the loving assault on her center. I lift onto my elbow and spread her folds apart. And although her body is changing, her flesh invites me into her glimmering, drenched with arousal, core.

My thumb presses firmly against her clit while I insert two fingers as I drive in and out. The sound of my fingers slipping and sloshing through her wetness has my dick aching. Her fingers dig into my neck until she explodes, arching off my chest for minutes, before Wynter’s body floats back down to mine a minute or so later, producing a satisfied moan.

She maneuvers her body to where she’s on top of me and tugs off her tank top, throwing it onto the floor. Full breasts. Pebbled nipples. Damn, she’s everything. With one hand on her hip and one on her breast, I slide through her folds.

“Yes. Umm. Yes.”

My tip hits her nerves. Knowing she loves this, I keep her moving steady, wanting her to have another orgasm in case she tires out. Wynter’s body shakes, and I angle myself just enough so I can enter her. And damn, she sucks me right into heaven. Muscles made of velvet but with the strength of Hercules, they clamp around my shaft.

I rise and take her nipple into my mouth—sucking and biting like there’s no tomorrow as she rides me.

Ravenous for her body.

Captivated by her beauty.

Entranced by her spirit.

Wynter Wilson has always been my anchor. Whether as friends, as a date, or as my wife, she’s the axis my life spins around, and I can’t imagine it any other way.

She bounces up and down, and her legs shake so much, I know they’re about ready to give out, so I lift her off, and her brows pinch together. Wynter is used to getting her way, and she can’t conceal the look of disappointment on her face.

“It’s okay, babe. I’m going to do the work. You just enjoy.”

“But… I want to make you feel good too.”

With a chuckle, I put her on her back and lift her ankles onto my shoulders and say, “Every single minute I’m touching you, or when I’m inside you is pure happiness. “

Pressing my tip against her hole, I push, and her mouth makes an “O,” but words don’t come out. She just closes her eyes and holds the back of my thighs. “Go slow.”

I go slow.

“Go fast.”

I go fast.

“Go…”

She’s at the point where she doesn’t know what she wants, and I love the lopsided grin on her face and the lines stretching across her forehead like she’s confused. I caress her legs, kissing her calves as I piston my hips at a steady pace while going all the way into where our skin slaps together.

“That sound… such a happy… sound. You make me feel so loved… so…”

“Wanted.” I finish her sentence. “Desired. You make me feel the same way.”

An orgasm licks up my spine, and I try like hell to keep from coming until she climaxes. “Babe, I… tell me what you need before I…” It’s not easy to think of anything but her hot freaking body when it’s been months.

She grabs my shoulders, and we stare into each other’s eyes. “You. Only you.”

We rock slowly in and out, and the moment is almost unbearable. The air is thick with lust and love. I reach down, circling her nub. Her eyes glaze over, and her hands glide down my arms, finding the back of my thighs. She bursts out, “You’re the best,” and other similar words of praise until she detonates.

My dick is coated in her warmth and love. Within a second, my orgasm erupts to the surface. Every muscle tenses. Every ounce pours into her. And I let out a deep growl of appreciation. My eyes are so tightly pinched, and I’m so over the edge, I can’t remember my name.

When I open them, and our bodies relax, I let her legs down and hover over her body in a push-up position.

“I love you, wife,” I say, laying a soft peck to her scrumptious lips.

“I love you too, husband and baby maker.”

Another kiss that’stender and sensual.

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