Taste good, Ana?

I shift so I’m lying on top of her, between her legs, and I rock against her, giving my cock some relief.

She groans.

Oh, wow.

I grind against her. “This what you want?” And I repeat the action, hitting her sweet spot with my erection.

It feels good.

“Yes.”

I tease her nipple with my fingers, tugging gently, feeling it lengthen beneath my touch. My teeth graze her jaw. She smells of Ana and jasmine and her arousal. “Do you know how hot you are, Ana?”

Her mouth opens, slack and wanting, as I tantalize her further, pushing at the junction of her thighs. She lets out an inarticulate moan and I seize the moment, tugging at her bottom lip, then invading her mouth with my tongue, tasting her arousal on mine.

It’s so fucking hot.

I release her remaining hand and her fingers feel their way over my biceps and over my shoulders and into my hair. She tugs and I groan, staring down at her.

“Do you like me touching you?” she asks.

Why would she ask me that now?

between her legs, I maneuver her to a sitting position and remove her top in one swift move. I do the same with my shirt, yanking it over my head and throwing our clothes on the floor. While still kneeling, I seat her on my lap and rest my hands on her behind. “Touch me,” I whisper.

sharply as her touch radiates through my body with the promise of fulfilment. My eyes stay on hers as she skims her fingers over my skin to my nipple, then to its twin; each react to her touch, hardening, erect, mirroring another part of my anatomy. She leans forward and presses her lips in a soft,

It’s heady.

And to think a few months

Yet, here

And I welcome it. All of it.

whisper, and her hands move to my head, her fingers in my hair. She

I groan loudly and push Ana back down on the couch, divesting her of her sweatpants in one hasty move, and freeing my erection at the same time. I move on her. “Home run,” I murmur, and fill her in one rapid move.

out a deep, guttural cry and I still, holding her face between my hands. “I love you, Mrs. Grey.” And very slowly, I make sweet love to

Ana is sprawled on my chest. I think it’s the end of The X-Files.

“You know, we completely bypassed third base.” Her fingers trace a pattern on my chest.

I chuckle. “Next time.” I nuzzle her hair, inhaling her magical scent, and kiss her head. The end credits

“When I was a kid.”

Ana goes quiet.

“You?”

“Before my time.”

young.” I hug her

Mr. Grey.” She kisses my chest and the commercials start on the TV.

Why are we

Because I like being here, with her lying on me.

This is married life.

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