Page 82 of Moonshot

“Good morning, beautiful,” I greet as I enter the bedroom with a breakfast tray for the two of us. I’ve never been much use in the kitchen, but I can make coffee, spread butter on bakery-fresh croissants, and add some fruit and juice to a tray. Add a flower, and I’m starting this anniversary off in style.

“Good morning,” Ava replies, stretching her arms above her head. What’ve you been up to while I’m still asleep in here?

“Ah, just making my wife some breakfast.” Lying the tray on the nightstand, I climb back into bed. Grabbing my wife, I clutch her to me. “I still can’t believe it’s been a year. A solid year.”

“Yeah, you’re a lot to put up with, but we made it.” She giggles.

“That day was perfect. You’re perfect,” I declare before nuzzling her neck. “And what’s more, today is going to be perfect.”

“Oh, I can’t wait, Micky. It’s going to be such a fun night.”

“Well, I hope you can wait. Because I’d like to give you your anniversary present first,” I say, pushing my now steely erection into her hip.

“Oh. And here I thought I’d be getting something small after all the money we spent on our party. And our agreement not to get each other anything else.”

“I don’t do small,” I growl as I sink my teeth into her creamy shoulder.

“Don’t I know it.” She giggles in return. Rolling on her back, she looks up at me with those sparkling deep blue eyes. “I’m ready for my present, sir.”

Sliding down her beautiful body, I retract the remaining sheets covering her long limbs and spread her legs wide. Her pussy is bare, and a slight glisten is evident upon the pink folds of her sex. Leaning down, I swipe the flat of my tongue through her opening and feel her hips buck upward. I place one, then two, thick fingers into her tight channel and slowly glide them in and out of her as I tease her tight bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue. As her moans intensify, I retract my fingers and replace them with my tongue as I reach up to pinch one tight rosy nipple.

“You sure you’re ready for a gift this size, Mrs. York?” I ask, sitting back to give my now throbbing cock a much-needed stroke. I know the effect this has on her, usually causing her to beg for it.

“Yes, please,” she pleads. “Can I have a little taste before you give it to me? Just to try it out first?” The saucy little minx is cocking an eyebrow at me. Like I’d ever say no to her… or that.

I quickly climb up the bed, straddling her chest, and she reaches for me. Yet, instead of placing my dick in her mouth, she pulls it down in between her soft, sweet tits and pushes them together before bending forward to lick the tip of my crown.

“Shit, Ava.” I rock my pulsing cock between her creamy mounds watching as her pink tongue repeatedly darts out to tease my opening as it approaches her lips. I can’t take this torture a minute longer. Pulling back from this beauty and her attempts to drive me insane, I slide back down her body so that I’m aligned with her now dripping center. The aroma of her arousal is sending me further over the edge.

“Ah, Mick,” she groans as I plunge the full length of my needy cock into her.

Leaning down, I growl into her ear as I thrust repeatedly into her warm, wet body. “Oh, this sweet snatch is just for me. Isn’t it? Your pretty tits, that sweet tongue. They’re all mine.”

“Yes!”

As I buck into her, I readjust my position, lifting her legs up over my shoulders so I can pound her pussy more vigorously. Wrapping one arm around her, I rub her clit between strokes as I thrust in deep.

“Oh, god, Micky. I’m going to-”

“Give it to me, Els. I need to see you shatter before I can-”

Ava lets out a cry just as her entire body convulses around me. The way she gives in to her orgasm is otherworldly. The sight of it alone would make me come, even if I wasn’t buried in her tight heat when she began quivering around me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I pant as I continue to plow into her several times more as her body milks my cock of every drop. Rocking my hips back and forth, covered in sweat, I feel something at the end of the bed and still. Looking over my shoulder, I notice Chance has his chin lying on the bed, looking annoyed.

“I’m sorry, big guy. I should’ve taken you out. But Mama comes first.” Turning to Ava, I give her a sexy wink at the double entendre.

“Yes. Yes, she does,” she says as she flops back down onto the bed.

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As we drive the distance to the site of our anniversary party, I notice Ava’s been fairly quiet. I was expecting a little more jubilance about tonight’s events.

“Hey, what’s eating you? You’ve been too quiet today.”

“Mick?”

“Yeah, babe?” I take her hand in mine and pull it to my mouth. Placing soft kisses of encouragement against her knuckles, I look over to her in question.

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