“Have the rain,” he finished for me, his voice deep and raspy.

I let go of his arm to reach between us and guide him to my center. “Now, are you going to make love to your wife, or what?”

A grin stretched across his face. “Yes, ma’am.”

I swallowed, and he pushed inside me in one fast, deep stroke.

A gasp tore from my lips as he stretched me. Our first time together flashed through my mind as he began moving, gliding in and out, his body commanding mine.

“Are you okay?” he asked, softening his tempo. He kissed the edge of my eye where a tear had slipped free.

“Incredible. Otherworldly. Amazing,” I singsonged, my heart, mind, and body aligned in dizzying ecstasy. “You?”

“All of those things and more,” he replied, his breath hot against my skin.

As my body adjusted, the ache giving way to pleasure, I began moving with him, need clawing at me.

A hot, frenzied hunger exploded inside me.

I locked my heels at his back and moved harder and faster, desperate for more. More of him. More of us, together as one.

“You’re going to kill my ego again,” he groaned. “You keep moving like that, and I’m going to come, and I won’t even be sorry about it happening so fast. All your fault.”

“Mm. I’ll happily take the blame.” I rocked against him, teetering on the edge. “Come with me,” I begged. “Now.” I panted the demand again as my orgasm built, my body tightening around him. Then I lost control, my scream of, “Now, now, nowwwww,” muffed against his chest where I buried my face.

He cursed, grunted, and came just as hard.

We spent our night like that.

Naked. Sweaty. Wrapped in each other’s arms.

Not making up for lost time, just having the time of our lives.

I woke up the following day with Constantine nearly crushing me. Apparently, he was used to sleeping in the middle of the bed. His apology for that came in the form of an orgasm by way of his mouth. I wasn’t going to complain. He could roll on top of me anytime he wanted.

My insatiable-as-ever husband flipped me onto all fours after that and lightly swatted my ass.

I shot him a saucy look over my shoulder, my hands fisting the bedding. “What happened to my delicate skin?” I teased.

He gripped my hips, his fingers digging in. “As I recall, during our shower, my wife begged me to spank her the next time we fucked. Her naughty words, not mine.”

He was right about that. What could I say? He brought out that side of me.

Just before he plunged inside me, I sighed, utterly sated. “Best. Birthday. Ever.”

59. Juliette

Chapter 59

Juliette

New York, New York