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She comes apart on a cry and I chase her orgasm, pumping two more times before I break apart with her.

I gather her in my arms as I spill my seed deep inside my wife.

It’s a life-altering moment. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never had sex without a condom or come inside a woman before. And the potential outcome of doing this—creating a child—doesn’t terrify me. As I gaze into Valentina’s eyes, I realize that I’d welcome children with her.

That I want a family with her. Hell, I want a whole goddamn future with her.

“I love you, Lena,” I say, needing to verbalize all the strong emotions swirling inside me.

Valentina smiles and her eyes dance. She lifts a hand to cup my cheek. “I love you, too, Avery.”

Chapter20

Valentina

I wakein the middle of the night to my husband’s face between my thighs.

“Avery,” I pant as he licks a path up my center.

“Need you, Lena,” he replies.

That’s all I need to hear before my body is primed and ready for him. God, the feelings he coaxes from me, the want he causes to gather and spiral through my limbs, and the way my heart races just from the timbre of his tone, is insanity.

I’ve gone ten years without sex. In hindsight, I don’t think I even enjoyed it with Dane. Not if I’m comparing that experience to last night, to this morning, with Avery.

And yet, I now feel insatiable. Desperate. Needy.

Avery hooks my thigh over his shoulder as he buries his face deeper, and I grind against him without shame. Without reservation.

I trust him to take care of me. To get me across the finish line. To light my body up and safeguard my heart.

“I love you,” I whisper, tugging his hair.

He pushes his tongue inside of me in response before pressing his thumb against my clit. I cry out his name and come hard.

“That’s my good girl,” my husband praises me, moving up my body.

When he hovers over me, he leans down to kiss me hard and I suck his tongue into my mouth, tasting my want mixed with his desire. It makes me feel wanton and sexy. It makes me do things I normally wouldn’t do.

Like nudge Avery onto his back, swing my leg over his torso to straddle him, and guide his cock inside of me.

“Tell me how to do this,” I murmur as I glide down his hard length.

“You’re doing a wonderful fucking job,” he replies, watching the place where our bodies join together. When I’m sitting on him, he clasps my hips. “Ride me, sweetheart,” he says, guiding my body up and down.

I do as Avery says, letting his hands set the pace, as I fall into a rhythm. Once I find it, he moves his hands to squeeze my ass and cup one of my breasts instead and I’m free to set my own pace.

I lift my face to the heavens, my hair nearly touching the small of my back, as I move my body up and down.

Up and down.

Faster and faster.

Until Avery is lurching up and banding an arm around my waist. Until his cheek is pressed against my chest. Until my hand is in his hair, hugging him closer. Until we’re both crying out with the release of our orgasms.

Avery wraps me in his arms then. He pulls me against his chest and intertwines our legs. I feel our arousals and needs mixing together—sticky and messy. But I don’t care. I want to stay wrapped up in my husband just like this.

I have no idea how long we lie together before Avery shifts.

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