“I fucking adore you,” I said, pressing my lips to hers.
“I adore you too,” she said. “That was…amazing.”
“Baby, amazing doesn’t even begin to describe it.”
“I know. I felt… I feel…” She panted.
“Me too. Me too, baby.” I rolled off her and covered my eyes with my arm. “I need a minute, but I promise you, we’re not done yet.”
She turned and snuggled into my shoulder. “That will last me a good long time, Brad.”
“No way,” I said. “We’re done neglecting each other. We’re done putting our lovemaking on the back burner because of work, because of kids, because of all the other crap in the world. From now on, we make time for us.”
“I’d love that. I’ve missed you so much, Brad.”
“I’ve missed you too, baby. And I’m sorry. Sorry for fucking you instead of making love to you like you deserve.”
“Don’t underestimate the power of a good fucking.” She giggled.
“Believe me, I don’t. But you deserve so much better than that.”
“We both do,” she said, “but I have absolutely no regrets, Brad. Not a one.”
I smiled and sat up. “Neither do I, baby. And to show you, I’m going to eat that delicious pussy again and finger-fuck you into oblivion.”
“I won’t say no to that. Let me clean up first.” She rose and walked to the bathroom. She returned in less than five minutes.
I moved to the head of the bed and gestured to her. “Come here.”
She snuggled into me once more.
“I want to give you everything,” I said.
“You already have.”
“I mean. I want to experience everything with you.”
“O…kay.”
Was she ready for everything? Licking her ass had turned me on so much. I’d never fucked anyone in the ass. Not even Wendy, and she’d been up for anything. But it was something that, though I wanted, hadn’t felt right.
When I met Daphne, she was too young and innocent to even entertain the idea. But now?
“We don’t have to do this tonight,” I said, “but I was wondering… Would you let me fuck you anally?”
She tensed up next to me.
“It’s okay,” I said soothingly.
“I…like it when you lick me there,” she said. “I think I might like to…”
My heart raced.
“…lick you there.”
“Oh.” That didn’t sound half bad. “Okay. We can start with that.”
“But the other thing, Brad. I don’t know.”
“It’s okay. I love you. I won’t ever ask you to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“I know you won’t. But I hate disappointing you.”
“Baby, you could never disappoint me.”
“But I just did. This is something you want, and I’m not sure I can give it to you.”
Daphne didn’t know that she actually hadn’t been a virgin when we made love for the first time. She’d been viciously violated by three men, which she didn’t remember, thank God.
I’d always been curious, but I found I wanted this with Daphne even more because it would be the ultimate in trust and intimacy.
“I’ll be happy to wait until you’re ready,” I said, and I meant it.
“What if I’m never ready?”
“Then we won’t do it.”
“Brad…”
“Daphne, I love you. Your well-being is the most important thing in the world to me. I’ll never coerce you into doing something you don’t want to do.”
“I know that.”
“Then we don’t have a problem, do we?”
She smiled halfheartedly. “I guess not.”
“Good. Now I promised you a good and dirty pussy licking and finger fucking.”
She moaned.
“I see you’re looking forward to it.” I moved toward her midsection. “Oops. I see a problem, though, that needs addressing.”
“What’s that?”
“I haven’t given your beautiful breasts any attention so far tonight.”
She sucked in a breath as I thumbed one nipple and then flicked it.
“Your nipples are works of art, Daphne. So beautiful. Of course every part of you is beautiful. I’m going to lick these sweet nipples. Suck them. Pinch them. Drive you absolutely mad with lust before I eat that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Oh, God,” she groaned.
I pinched one nipple between my thumb and forefinger and then gave the other a suck. Mmm, such a beautiful texture when her dark-pink areolas were wrinkled and taut. The way the smooth-rough surface glided over my tongue.
I kissed between her breasts, massaging both nipples with my fingers and caressing my cheeks with her soft flesh. Her boobs were the perfect size and shape. Enough that I could get lost and smother myself with them, but not so huge that they hung heavily.
So damned perfect.
Too many months—or had it been years?—had passed since I’d paid this much attention to my wife’s amazing body. She was as beautiful as the day we’d first met. Oh, her hips were slightly rounder, but for the most part, her body was identical to her eighteen-year-old self.
“Feels so good,” she breathed, as I continued to pinch her nipples.
I kissed over the top of one breast and then took a nipple in her mouth and sucked. Mmm, delicious. I kissed it, licked it, sucked it, and bit it.