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“My…my mouth.”

But that definitely feels like the more right answer at this moment.

My perverted mind takes the idea and runs like hell with it. My willing dick is dragged along for the sprint. At once, my cockhead is drenched with scalding drops, and my pulse jacks to a marathon-level cadence. I’m so fucking ready for this. To burn away the revulsion from my dream with the fire of my beautiful Flare. To forget what her mouth declared in my subconscious by rendering her incapable of words. With my cock consuming her mouth—and then with the climax I’ll rock her with from the inside out. That’s always the best part: watching as my essence pours down through her, taking over every part of her until she can’t stand the fire and finally gives in to the exquisite implosion.

Holy hell.

I can’t fucking wait.

I won’t fucking wait.

With that resolve, I pull far enough away so I’m not tempted to keep playing with her luscious tits. Christ, her breasts have always been the most entrancing things in my world, but that magic bean in her belly clearly saved some sorcery to enhance them more. From experience, I already know that if I suck them long enough, her nipples will glow for me like iridescent fairies.

But they’re going to do that for me anyway…

As soon as I make her come like the horny little bunny she is.

“Well,” I drawl while sliding my hands under her buttocks and helping her scoot back until she’s leaning against the headboard. “You know what they say about keeping an expectant goddess from her midnight snack for too long.”

After she settles into place, she flashes me a flirty, dirty smirk. “Oh, what do they say?”

“No fucking idea.” I shrug, basking in her giggle. “I was hoping my smart-as-hell wife had that answer for me.”

She waggles her brows. “You’re in luck, mister. Turns out that she does.”

Bantering with the woman, from blatant porn-worthy lines to these kind of cute back-and-forths, is always as big a turn-on as a twist to the balls, but tonight it means even more. Heals me even deeper. Takes me further away from the darkness of my dream. “Enlighten me, teacher.” My goddess. My deliverance. My miracle. My superheroine.

Emma doesn’t respond right away. She reaches out and takes command, tugging on me until I’m straddling her upper body. If my cock were flaccid, it’d be dangling directly between her breasts—but I’m positive my dick and flaccid haven’t been acquainted since the day I met this woman. Just knowing she’s in the world—in my world—has injected the thing with a constant charge, ready to zap into action from the second she needs me. Every minute of every day, I’m ready for her. Sometimes, it’s every second.

Like right now.

I watch, feeling like a crackhead about to get his best high, as my wife reaches back and grabs the headboard, making her shirt stretch tight across her stiff nipples. When she adds a seductive stare through her dusky lashes, I’m nearly undone. Neither of us misses the milk that oozes from the slit atop my rock-hard length—or the way the whole stalk bobs on the air, my instinct already guiding it closer toward her full, pink mouth.

All she has to do is open.

Dear fuck, baby. Please open…

But she doesn’t.

Instead, she purses those gorgeous pillows, rivaling any screen sex goddess that Hollywood ever created, and then unfurls a mystical little smile. “So. You really want to know the secret about goddesses and their snacks?”

The question alone has my dick jerking again, a zealous dog straining at its tether. “That depends,” I growl.

Her expression turns inquisitive. “On what?”

“On whether you’re going to make me go down to the kitchen and fetch Funyuns and hummus for you.”

Her giggle is a musical cadence on the air. “Nope. No Funyuns.” She punctuates it in the best way possible, splaying a hand around my ass and jerking me closer with clear command. “Only this. Only you.” With her other hand now clutching its corresponding ass cheek, she yanks me in closer. I grunt in pleasure, moving close enough to feel her rapid breaths along my throbbing length, and steady my balance by bracing one hand to the top of the headboard. “You see, goddesses don’t like to wait long for their cravings.”

I chuckle. Okay, try to. “Ah. So that’s the big secret, hmmm?”

She’s not laughing anymore. She’s intent and focused, her eyes glazed with gorgeous lust, as she homes in on the dark-red bulb before her face, still dripping with the arousal I can’t control any longer. The need I can no longer hide—or restrain. “When a goddess wants something, Zeus, a goddess gets it any way she can.”

The husk in her voice is enough incentive for a thousand new filaments of lust through my body. On top of that, there’s the heat of her breaths, the fire in her gaze…

And at last, the opening of her gorgeous lips.

“Well.” I’m so fixated on her welcoming beauty, I’m stunned I can talk. But I manage to complete my sentence by husking out, “Don’t let it be said that I disappointed my goddess.”