Aurora smiled dreamily and melted into my embrace. I lowered my head and took her lips in a deep, passion-filled kiss. Just as it always did when my wife was around—or even when I just thought about her—my body came alive, and I felt desperate to be inside her.
Never breaking our connection, I backed her up just enough to shut my office door and flip the lock. “Wedding,” she mumbled.
“After,” I groaned as I placed soft, wet kisses down the column of her throat. My hands journeyed down to grab her ass and yank her body flush against mine. I lifted her up to bring her tits at just the right height for me to wrap my lips around one of her nipples. She moaned and arched her back. They were extra sensitive from her pregnancy hormones, and I took full advantage of it. I rocked my pelvis into her, and she shuddered.
“Yes…” she whimpered. I took that as permission to keep going and padded over to the couch.
It was a good thing I’d sent a text asking her sisters to cover for her because she never would have made it on time. When I finally let her leave, she looked freshly fucked and thoroughly satisfied. I watched her ass sway as she left, and like always, I sent up a prayer of thanks that she’d said, “I do.”