I mumbled his name into the sheets of the bed, my hips thrusting backward, seeking more of the pleasure he was delivering. Again, just like the first time, my orgasm came upon me quickly. So fast, in fact, that I didn’t have time to brace myself. I screeched and gasped for air as it singed the nerve endings in my body; all the while, Aaron continued to take his fill of my body, until the last tremble.

My entire body shook as I stood upright, Aaron using his hands to pull the negligee over my head. At least he didn’t rip that.

He stared at the entirety of my frame, drinking me in with his eyes, adoringly. Even after four children, he still looked at my body as if it were the most precious thing in the world, and made solely for him.

“I love you,” I murmured, moving closer to him and lifting the T-shirt he wore over his head. I ran my hands over the hard planes and contours of his chest, feeling the faded scars that’d been with him since his childhood. He no longer flinched when I touched them, and the tension in his body always subsided when I put my lips on them, which was what I did then.

As I kissed along the largest scar that ran across his chest, I felt his hand go to the back of my head. It was soon joined by his other hand, cupping the side of my face, pulling me to stare up at him.

“I love you so much it hurts.” His voice was so hoarse, and I nearly wept at the vulnerability I saw in his eyes.

“Take me, Aaron,” I begged, needing to be filled up by him.

I didn’t need to ask twice. He lifted me up by the backs of my thighs, causing my legs to wrap around his waist, as he strolled over to the bed, laying both of us down. He moved fast, removing the plaid pajama bottoms he wore.

“Oohh!” I sang loudly as he penetrated me. My husband wasn’t a small man by any stretch of the imagination. But, as it always did, my body adjusted to his size and girth.

I clawed at his back and shoulders as his hips created a rhythm for me to keep up with. My eyes rolled to the back of my head every time he pushed deeper inside of me. My back arched and my mouth became dry from moaning so much and calling his name. I couldn’t believe I’d gone almost three days without this feeling of him being inside of me.

“No more business trips!” I managed to squeak out in between thrusts. He couldn’t leave me alone for two days while I was this damn horny.

His head lifted, and without saying anything he crushed his lips to mine, his tongue and hard cock pushing in and out of my orifices. I dug my fingernails into the smooth skin of his back. He wouldn’t let up; in fact, the little bit of pain urged him on. His hips began moving faster while he slipped his hand in between our bodies, again using it to manipulate clitoris.