I took it from her, patting her dry, then hanging it back up so that she remained naked.
"You're up to something…" she said with a knowing smile.
I'd surprised her with many little things over the years, from special food to weekends away. I'd cut back my work hours drastically, but the past few weeks had been frantic.
Lifting Brooke gently in my arms, I carried her to our enormous bed.
"What if the kids come in?" she whispered, glancing nervously at the door which I hadn't bothered locking.
"Auntie Katrina has kidnapped them for the night. You're all mine."
Her lovely mellow blue eyes glowed. "You're the sweetest husband ever."
"And you're the sweetest wife on the planet. Probably in the universe, but we haven't searched enough of that yet to know for sure. Time will tell."
Lying her down, I yanked off my shirt, then settled between her creamy thighs. "You can be as loud as you want, beautiful."
She certainly didn't need my permission. In seconds her fingers threaded into my hair as I devoured her pussy. Brooke was so relaxed that it took less than two minutes for the pressure of my tongue lashing against her clit to make her cry out, shaking from head to toe as she came against my mouth.
Then I slipped two fingers inside, palm up, so that I could find her g-spot and lick the magic button steadily until she screamed again.
I always loved making Brooke come at least twice before I thrust my cock inside her. Not just so that she was wet and ready, but also so I didn't have to be quite as cautious as I was during our first few months together.
No more restraint. No more holding back when she gave me that look.
"Strip. Now."
"Yes, dear."
In seconds I was naked, wedging myself between her open legs as I kissed her with all of the love and passion I had for her. Brooke returned my kiss with her own fire, her thighs clamping around my hips as my cock sunk in all the way to the hilt.
Pinching her nipples gently, I waited until we found our rhythm, her hips bucking up against me.
Brooke squealed with surprise as I flipped us, moving closer to the headboard so that she could grip it while she straddled me.
She tried to bounce up and down, but I gripped her hips, keeping my length firmly seated inside her as she moaned. "Don't tease me," she whispered.
"But it's so much fun," I smiled.
I waited for a few moments, torturing us both. Then I released her, quickly thrusting upward as she wriggled above me, circling her hips in a figure eight pattern.
"Yes," she gasped, rocking her hips faster and faster.
The feeling of her softness wrapped around my steel brought me to the edge quickly, as she leaned forward, rubbing herself against the base of my shaft, her incredible breasts swaying tantalizingly in front of my mouth.
Catching her nipple between my teeth, I bit gently, making Brooke even more frantic. "Harder," she gasped. "Please."
I always gave my wife precisely what she wanted. No matter what.
"Come for me," I growled, slamming home again and again as her arms clenched, holding herself up.
She was so beautiful, her hair a gorgeous mess as she tossed it out of her face, bucking as she rode my cock faster and faster as her climax began.
Her body vibrated as she came around me, her frantic wails driving me onward as my own orgasm took over. My cock swelled, thrusting deeper and deeper before spurting every drop of come into her softness.
Brooke collapsed against my chest, both of us breathing hard as we clung to each other.
"Wow," she whispered. "It's always even wilder when we are alone."
"Yes. And to think, we have about twenty more hours to go. "
Brooke propped herself up on elbow, grinning from ear to ear. "Twenty hours might not be enough."
My darling girl was completely insatiable. We both were. Even through Brooke's three years of university, with a wedding in the middle, and launching a robotic toy business, we were always starving for each other.
We had formed a perfect connection and invented the perfect life for ourselves where we fit together perfectly. Nothing could keep us apart.
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