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She was a goddess the way her hair spread out around her. I couldn’t help but wrap my hands over her breasts. They were too tempting as they bounced above me.
She grabbed her hands over mine and pressed my palms against her. She was lost to her actions as she rocked and pulsed against me.
I thrust into her to match her pace. She needed to go soon, or I would explode. I was so close to spilling everything into her when she began moving frantically. She released my hands as she fell forward and braced against my chest.
I grabbed her hips and continued to drive into her as she was lost to an orgasm. I followed close behind. Her inner walls grabbed my cock and milked the orgasm out of me. She was everything in my world, and I could have stayed in this brief moment of perfect, extreme bliss indefinitely.
Lydia let out a whimper and shuddered as she collapsed against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. I never wanted to let her go.
“I love you, Lydia Walsh,” I said as I traced my fingers over her soft skin.
“Lydia Carlisle,” she corrected me.
“I really like the sound of that,” I admitted.
“I also think I’m gonna like the sound of Mrs. Carlisle.”
“How do you feel aboutWife?” I asked.
“As long as I get to call youHusband,” she replied.
“I couldn’t imagine your calling me anything else.”