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“Oh, my God.”

Chris’s dark chuckles whispered along his wife’s naked skin as he raised from between her thighs, dropping hot kisses to her trembling stomach, up to the valley between her breasts, and finally along the damp column of her throat.

Valeria’s heavy breaths, thick from her orgasm, panted into the bedsheets. There was nothing he liked more than waking this woman up by loving her. Usually, with him between her thighs because fuck …

That was a win-win for him, too.

Her taste was still tart on his tongue, and she all but sucked the flavor of her arousal off his tongue when he kissed her. Her soft moans were swallowed by his kiss, but he was already lost in the way she had widened her legs for him. The slickness of her pussy grinded against his bare length while her fingernails dragged burning lines down the muscles of his back.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

“Yes, yes.”

He was a lucky fuck.

Every morning, this woman was in his bed.

She arched into his hands that slid down her body, and he leaned up to hover above her while she licked her lips. Sinful and inviting. Begging and ready.

God, he loved it.

His fingers flexed around her waist, loving that he knew this woman never missed a fucking meal. He was fit, and toned, but her curves drove him crazy. From the expanse of her hips, to the roundness of her ass when she was backing into his thrusts. Every part of her was perfect, and he wanted her to know it every morning she woke up, and each night before she fell asleep.

That was his job.

He did it.

“You want that dick, huh?”

Valeria laughed breathlessly. “So bad.”

See, and now he had wakened her up with his tongue between her thighs, it only made her want more. That was the win-win for him.

It was only once Chris slid home inside Valeria’s clenching pussy, feeling her tightening around him in the best way, that he kissed her again. He loved to feel the way her lips trembled against his when he stretched her open one inch at a time, slow but so fucking good, too. She was always so shameless, her hips rising to meet his while her hands pulled him closer to her.

“Stop teasing …”

Because she knew.

And he loved that, too.

His control snapped when her heels dug into his back, and her fingernails found the best spot to dig in along his sides. He couldn’t fuck her hard enough, then, or fast enough. He would never get enough of this woman, no matter what.

But wasn’t that the beauty of it?

Chris lost himself in the way Valeria worked her body against his, fast to seek her own bliss while he was chasing his. Her noises muffled against his kiss until he felt that climax rush through her again as she froze beneath him. He followed soon after, holding her tight as he thrust deep, and came hard.

“God, I fucking love you.”

Valeria’s laughter, so high and sweet, was better than a morning prayer. Hell, maybe it was his new prayer. He tangled his arms around her, flipped them over so they were both on their sides, and he could bury his face into the mess of her hair, and sighed.

“Happy birthday,” he heard her say. “I love you, too.”

“Best fucking birthday yet.”

“You wait,” she whispered, “it will get way better.”

He didn’t know how.