Page 101 of Mic Drop

“I’m over it. I promise to show you just how much.”

Jenna’s smile can be seen from space. “I can’t wait.”

Me neither. As I cross the lawn, I hear clapping. Both of our heads swivel to the side, where everyone claps. Well, all the guys do. Some of the groupies appear pissed, but I don’t care. My friends know what this reunion means to me.

Jenna faceplants into my chest, which causes me to laugh. I buss her cheek. “It’s been too long, I need to fuck you so bad. The guys can wait.” In response, her forehead bounces against me. I wink at my friends and continue toward the door, their catcalls and cheers our soundtrack.

In what feels like hours, although was merely minutes, we’re inside the house and I’m climbing the stairs to my room. Using my foot, I kick the door shut. “I finally have mywifealone.” She slides down my body.

“You do. And you’re not even out of breath. I’m impressed.”

“Believe me, Sweetheart, we’re both going to be panting in no time. Strip.”

Her sandals hit the tiled floor. She turns her back to me. “Can you unzip me?”

My already hard cock begs to be released from my bathing suit. “With more pleasure than you’ll ever know.”

A slow and steady zip rings throughout the bedroom. I kiss the crook between her neck and shoulder as the dress falls to the floor. Before she can even take a breath, I unclasp her light blue bra and toss it aside.

Standing before me in only light blue panties, she turns to face me once more. “I love you, Bennett. I’m sorry for what I put you through. How can I make it up to you?”

“Tell me you love me every day for the rest of our lives.” My left hand, complete with the chunky wedding ring that I’ve never taken off, grasps one side of her panties. “Fill my world with happiness.” My right hand does the same on the opposite side. “Give me babies one day.” I haul them down her legs.

“Yes, Bennett. Yes to all those things.” Her fingers touch the top of my waistband. When I don’t move, she pulls them down and licks her lips.

I can tell she wants to give me a blow job, but that’s not what we need in this moment. “No.”

Her hand flies in front of her face. “No?”

I shake my head. “Well, yes, but later. This time, I want to make love with you like a husband does with his wife. You can take care of him later.” I push her locks behind her ears. “But there’s one thing I have to do before then.”

“What on earth?”

I walk away and open the top drawer of my dresser, pulling out my most prized possession. I return to her and drop to my knee. Her hand covers her mouth. “Jenna. Wife. My biggest fan. I asked you this before when I didn’t have a ring. Then we got married before our families and friends.” I flip open the ring box, holding her engagement and wedding rings. “Now, I want to put these on you and make love with you wearing only them. I love you. Will you be mine, forever?”

With a slight tremor, she extends her left hand. “Yes! A thousand times yes!”

I slide the rings back on her finger where they belong. I kiss the diamond as I rise to my full height. “Now, I want to bury myself inside you so deep you’ll never forget these vows.”

“Never.”

She brings her head to mine, and we kiss and lick and stroke and caress and nibble and thrust and climax. And, like I promised her earlier, pant.

So much panting.

Epilogue - Jenna

“Yes!” I scream my completion as my husband throws his head back and roars his. My body ripples with pleasure streaming through every cell and welcomes Bennett’s weight as he collapses on top of me. My hand runs down his sweat-slicked back. How could I ever have thought to walk away from this wonderful man?

He kisses my cheek as he rolls onto his side, taking my limp body with his. “Each time, it gets better.” He pushes my wet hair off my face. “How is it possible?”

With a slow blink, I reply, “I honestly have no idea. At this rate, can you imagine our ten-year anniversary?”

He dons a wolfish smile. “I can’t wait.” His luscious lips cover mine, molding them to his will. “Or twenty. Or thirty.” He pulls back and looks deeply into my eyes. “Sixty won’t be enough. It’ll never be enough for me.”

I believe every word he says, because I feel the same way about him.

Church bells outside our hotel room peel. “I never imagined visiting Rome. Ma always dreamed of coming here. She told me we’dvisit the Trevi Fountain and the Vatican, get blessed by the Pope, see the ruins, eat all the food, and gorge on gelato.” I smooth a sheet over our sweat-slicked bodies. “I’m glad to be able to do this in her honor.”

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