I rip off the football jersey she’s wearing—myfootball jersey—and fling it to the floor. I’m so fucking thankful she went with LED candles. Otherwise, the house would be burning to the ground now in my greedy rush to see Nadia naked.
She’s wearing this lacy see-through bra thing under her shirt. Her perky deep brown nipples peek at me.Holy hell!“Yup. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
Then I’m back on my quest to rid her of her jeans and get her completely naked.
“Fishnets. You’re wearing fishnet stockings.” I’m virtually panting.
“You like it?” she asks, looking doubtful.
“I love it. Nadia, I am so fucking turned on right now.” I take a minute to admire her in her lingerie.
I tear off the stockings. Then her bra gets ripped off. The matching lace panties, too.Oops!
“I’m keeping these,” I tell her, balling up the scrap of lace and shoving it in my pocket. Then I smirk. “I’ve always wanted to say that.”
She gives a breathless laugh that cuts off abruptly, as I move closer, now hovering over her naked body.
“I love you,” she whispers up at me, smiling.
“I love you,” I whisper back. Then I cover her lips with mine.
Together, we work on getting me out of my clothes. Then, I’m balanced on one arm above her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her. I lick my fingers, reaching down and running them from her clit to her channel and eliciting a long moan from Nadia’s open mouth. “And shit—so fucking wet.”
Just like me, it seems that my gorgeous wife needs no foreplay tonight. Still, I pause to take everything in. The low lighting and the shadows that dance across her body. The petals strewn all around her. The scent of her arousal…and something else I can’t put my finger on.
The way she’s looking at me…like I’m everything to her…squeezes something inside my chest. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of this, being right here with you,” I confess.
“Sometimes, I still have to pinch myself,” she rasps, her voice hoarse. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe any of this is real.”
Not able to hold myself back any longer, I line myself up and bury myself inside Nadia with one deep thrust. The slickness. The warmth. The way her body is strangling me. I force myself not to think too hard about it, desperate to not blow in the first minute. My body moves like an animal, hard and feral, out of control.
She meets me, thrust for thrust for thrust, gripping onto my back and not letting go.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Harry. Don’t stop,” she chants with abandon up at the ceiling.
I love the look of ecstasy on her face as she goes stiff and then explodes. Relief ripples through me, and I come soon after. My orgasm rocks through me, so good it’s almost painful as I empty inside her with abandon.
I fall onto the bed next to my wife, snuggling close and wrapping my body around hers.
“How was that?” Nadia asks a few moments later, drawing invisible lines on my chest.
“Incredible. Notwithstanding the rose petals glued to my ass.” I pick one off and toss it at her.
She just laughs.
“The most incredible part is that it was with you,” I add.
She shifts in my arms, staying cocooned in them but propping herself up to face me. I watch, enamored by everything Nadia does. “I never thought I’d end up with someone as amazing as you. I honestly thought I’d just settle for a decent guy with a decent job and a decent credit score, and I’d just be content with that. And then, you came along…”
“How could you think you wouldn’t find someone to absolutely cherish you?” I kiss the tip of her nose as her eyes grow cloudy.
"I have watched every one of my friends get their happily ever after, and I was always left behind. I just figured that love wasn't for me."
I take her cheeks in my palms, brushing her tears away with my thumb. One tear and then the next. "No, baby. Love was always meant to find you." I smile softly, desperate for her to understand her incredible worth. "Can't you see? Your guardian angels were saving your heart for me."
Her tears keep on coming, but she smiles through them. “I love you, Harry. I’m so glad you found me.”