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How the fuck can someone so good accept me?
I watch her slide her T-shirt over her head and feel an instant roar of desire. I roll over her and feel my shaft harden painfully as I crawl down her body and taste her pussy from back to front.
Ravenous, I lick every inch until she’s pliable in my hands and begging for more. I eat her like I want to fuck her. Merciless. Hard.
Her honey drips down my chin, and I suckle her as my hips twitch. I want to bury myself inside her but know if I can trust myself.
She presses her pussy against my face as her head falls back, and she mewls with appreciation.
A spasm and her fingers digging into my arms tell me she’s close. I shove my face closer as my tongue dives in again and again. Whimpers mean nothing to my ears. I won’t relent.
The higher I take her, the more anger seeps from my bones.
I push myself up and climb between her legs. My cock brushes her opening, and before I plunge into her like a bull, I take a long breath. Lina is my wife. She needs to be respected.
Bending down, I take her nipple into my mouth and suck it gently. I feel more human. “Will you take me, wife?”
She answers by guiding my aching shaft to her entrance. A benediction. I hold her gaze and push into her tightness in one long stroke. Possession and satisfaction beat out the last angry embers as I fill her completely with my balls resting against her ass.
Slow. Gentle. If I slam into her, my monster will take over. I press my hand against her heart. “I love the taste of your pussy on my tongue. That you are only mine.”
Continuing to thrust slowly, I feel her soften. “My love.” I press my finger against her clit and watch pleasure color her cheeks. I increase my pace and hear her whimper as her hips rock against mine. Flicking her clit again, I bear down and feel my wife’s body clutch my cock like a vise. Pain and pleasure mix and push me over the edge right after she climaxes.
Pricks of light dance across my eyes as her tight walls grip me, and I release into her body.
Seconds pass before I’m able to draw a breath. Filling my lungs, I open my eyes, look down, and see a smile on her mouth. “Are you okay?”
A faint nod.
Her hand presses against my heart, and I know she has put me back together.
Dropping down on the ridiculously soft sheets she insisted on, I pull her into my arms and hold her close.
Calm fills every crevis of my body, and I hope my wife will always be willing to share her light with me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Lina
“It feels weird in here.”
Stasia walks past Fedor, sitting in a chair in the foyer, and frowns. “Bring back all the stuff. The apartment looks so forlorn.”
I look around the home I spent twenty-five years in and feel a pinch in my heart. “I agree, but time won’t march backward.” I put two small paintings beside my bag and take my friend’s hand.
“I’ve missed you.” She swings our linked hands. “I had to eat lunch with Mia the other day and listen to her complain about her cat’s incontinence.”
“Maybe you should play chess with the old men in the park instead.”
“Anything is better than having lunch with my coworker.” She picks up one of the paintings. “I think Inessa was right about this one, and it’s a real Picasso.”
I study the blue and red shapes on the canvas and shrug. “I think the egg has a better chance of being valuable.” I notice the frame is coming loose and make a mental note to have it fixed. “But Mama loved it, so it definitely has a lot of sentimental value.”
“Are you going to hang it in the loft?”
“Yuri told me to take one of the apartments on the first floor and create a workshop, so I may hang it there.”
“I love that he’s supporting your passion.”
