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“Sssshhh, baby,” I chide with a heated chuckle. “Don’t want the kids thinking we’ve got a fun game of our own going on in here.”

But oh God, how we do.

I dip in, bestowing a teasing kiss to the middle of her trembling clit. I’m ready for her responding moan, electrically forming her T-shirt into a twisted rope and then swiping it between her lips as a soft gag. The sight is so mesmerizing, with her plump mouth clamped against the yellow-and-blue graphic of the tee, that I keep gazing up her body while raining light kisses across her glistening pussy. Not that I’m going to be capable of doing it for much longer. My dick has turned into a lead door knocker, ramming at the inside of my fly, unwilling to stand down. Not when I watch her wide, turbulent eyes and imagine them bugging even farther as I fuck her. Not when I think about the mewls she’s capable of emitting around that gag with every new stab of my cock in her sweet, tight cunt. Not when I fantasize about pulling the fabric from her lips, only to claim the length of her scream as she…orgasms exactly like this.

“Unnnnhhh! Mmmmmm! Fuuuhhh!” Her muffled shrieks are like aural frosting on the cake of her climax, with her tissues weeping and undulating around my tongue. Greedily, I lap and gnosh and suck at her intimate entrance, proud as fuck of myself for the lusty, nasty mess she’s become. I love the crap out of this horny little bunny. I worship the fuck out of this ripe, gleaming goddess.

My goddess.

My hot, passionate, powerful wife.

My ardent, generous, openhearted lover.

The woman I’ll never get enough of. The sun flare I’ll never give enough to.

Even now, as I unzip my fly, set free my cock, and slide the entire, throbbing length inside her soaked, welcoming sheath.

Even as I withdraw all the way, hovering my head near her slit and my face barely above hers, until surrendering again to the call of her heat.

Even as I lunge all the way back in, this time with one hand at the back of her head, torqueing the ends of her gag tighter. Watching her gaze punch out wider. And her nostrils work faster. And her saliva start to wet the T-shirt as she huffs and moans and lurches and quakes beneath me. As her body takes in more of me. As her energy surrounds me and heats me…

“Fuck.” Seems to be my word of choice right now, though I’m stunned I still have one to use. The things this woman does to me…they’re beyond words. She’s beyond description. This miracle, every time I become one with her, beyond any tangible realm of existence. With her, I’m more than a man. More than a hero.

I’m just…more.

“Fuck. Fuck.” I whisper it past a dazed smile before trailing kisses over her bound and whimpering lips. “What a sopping, sexy little mess you are. My gorgeous, wet little goddess.”

I run my thumb along in the wake of my lips, fascinated by the mixture of textures I find in my extended study. Her plush lips invaded by the coiled fabric. Her stone-hard nipples and her satin-soft pussy. And the best contrast of all: her erotic little noises interspersed with the life that goes on around us. A world of such normalcy, oblivious to how she’s altering every synapse in my head and every molecule of air I take in. The rush of traffic through the downtown streets below. A helicopter thudding by, monitoring that traffic. The shooshes of the elevators up and down the tower below us. And yes, Lydia’s continuing shouts from the room next to us.

“Spread your legs wider, Velvet.” I whisper it against her ear…naughtiness for just the two of us. She responds with her sweet obedience…and an extended, sexy-as-fuck moan.

“Ohhhh…mmmmm.”

“I’m going to fuck you harder, Emma.”

“Ah. Ahhhh.”

“You like my cock this deep in your cunt, baby?”

“Yeah,” she sobs through the fabric. “Ohhhh…yeahhhh…”

“I love you, Emma.”

And then I can’t hear the rest of the world anymore. My existence is nothing but those words, issued from the farthest corners of my heart…

“I need you, Emma.”

The deepest trenches of my soul…

“Take me, Emma. All of me. Yesssss!”

The hammering heat between my legs.

Building. Growing. Swelling. Shooting.

And then detonating.

I freeze, my cock buried as tight and deep as I can possibly get, every muscle taut as the come finally breaks free from my throbbing head. I drench her womb in thick, hot ropes of the electric, ecstatic bliss, exploding a rough groan into the sweat-drenched column of her neck. With her throat beneath my lips, I finally realize that her strident scream has joined my outcry; the racing flutters of her tight walls tell me the rest. Well, not all of it. There are things her body can’t tell me—elements I can only feel through the union of our psyches and the magic of our love. The blazing pinnacle only our souls and spirits can take each other to. The sun storm of our consummation. The unmistakable light of our unbreakable connection.