Page 18 of Flushing His Pipe

Naomi grins as she caresses my face. "Yes, I can. Because the ones who swear off love forever tend to fall the hardest."

I pull her toward me, but she wiggles away and turns so her feet are between us. "No, sir," she scolds. If only she knew what her serious voice did to me, she’d realize it was a lost cause.

"This one has five bedrooms, seven baths, and a gourmet kitchen. It’s close to downtown and The Palmer Resort & Spa.That's where Cole's sister works, so we could plan dinner there one night." Naomi pauses flipping through images of the rental and looks at me expectantly. "What do you think?"

The DP Construction crew is expanding once again. We've had so much work that I'm bringing in a second crew to help us manage the demand. It’s been amazing to see my dream come true, and Naomi helping me streamline the business has made it all possible. A bunch of new guys are starting with us this fall, allowing us to take on bigger jobs, which means bigger paychecks for everybody involved. The crew and all our spouses are celebrating the hard work with a long weekend away in Festival Valley in a few months.

"Does it have dock access?" I ask, thinking of fishing and swimming.

Naomi nods. "Yes, and we can rent a boat to take you all fishing while I book spa appointments for the ladies."

"Perfect." I grab her computer and put it on the coffee table, sliding up her body.

"Let me reserve it," Naomi protests, then bites off a moan as I slide my hand into her panties, finding her soaked. Looks like I’m not the only one who likes it when she calls me her good boy.

"Later," I insist, rubbing little circles against the small bundle of nerves at the top of her slit.

She whimpers, wrapping her arms around me as she opens her legs wider.

"I need to show you how much I love you today."

"Yes, you do," she pants, bucking her hips as I increase my speed.

"Hey, remember our honeymoon?" I whisper against her neck. We spent a long weekend in a little cottage by the beach and didn't leave the bed for three days.

"Yes," Naomi whispers, gripping my forearm as I find the spot that makes her legs shake.

"I told you, I'm going to propose every single day to make sure you still want to say yes." I palm her breast with my other hand, grinding my cock into the couch, seeking relief.

Naomi moans so loudly that Fred jumps up and runs outside. "So, Naomi Jayne Clarke." I gaze into her eyes, pinching her nipple as I grind my thumb against her clit. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Naomi calls out as she releases on my hand.

I finger-fuck her through her orgasm, watching my beautiful wife shatter for me. Her desire drips down my fingers, and I pull them out, licking them one by one as she gazes at me through hooded eyes. I'm obsessed with my wife.

"Good girl," I tell her as I slot myself between her legs and notch at her entrance. "Let's make extra sure, shall we?"

"Yes..." Naomi moans as I thrust inside, her eyes locked on me with a combination of heady bliss and love that makes my days worth living.

Naomi is right. My grumpy, resistant ass fell hard.

And I intend to keep falling for her every single day for as long as we both shall live.