“You can, love.” I withdrew my fingers, and to be wicked, I swiped upward, teasing her clit. She barked out a cry and I grinned. “Just let me do all the work.”

I was on my knees, shoving her thighs wide and using my hands to hold her open. The tip of my erection glistened and twitched, more than a little excited. I’d been terrified these days were over. But each time we did this, each time I could show her how we fit together, how it was meant to be, would secure our future together.

I took more time sliding inside than before. Inch by inch, I stretched her. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked down at our connection. “I love when you’re inside me.”

A force pumped through my cock, demanding I take her hard and fast. “It’s the only place I want to be.”

That was the God’s honest truth. I had responsibilities. Obligations. People across the country relying on me. But if I could choose, this was where I would be every chance I got. Lost in my wife’s body.

I powered in until I was buried. I could lean over her, take it slow, coax another orgasm out of her. The usual.

I loved our usual, but tonight wasn’t the night for it.

I slid out and pounded back in. She gasped and gripped the comforter.

“Hang on,” I said through gritted teeth. I thrust, over and over. Her mewls and her gasps and the way she grappled for the headboard to meet each thrust fueled me. She was propane and I was a lit match.

My hands around her legs, I kept up the erotic assault. I shoved one of her legs higher and changed my angle. I knew what worked for her, but it was time to find out what else got her off. I knew what got me off—Kate’s lush body. Seeing her lose control when I used only my tongue or did nothing but stroke in and out drove me crazy.

The force of my thrusts moved us across the bed. Her hands were splayed against the headboard, providing enough force to keep me from ramming her head against the wood.

“Fuck, Kate. I fucking love your tits.” The creamy globes bounced and jiggled. I couldn’t take my gaze off them. Had I ever told her how much I loved her body?

A flood of heat washed over our connection and she rocked her hips harder.

Yes. She was nearing another climax.

“Come for me, Kate. Show me how much you like this.”

Searing pressure built at the base of my spine. I was ready to blow, but I couldn’t, not until Kate got off again.

The noises coming from her were too jumbled to be words. The top of her head was dangerously close to the headboard. I was not going to give my wife a concussion.