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Her whimpers grow more urgent. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ev. I’m, I’m going to—”

“I know, beautiful. I know.”

I don’t stop my assault, just continue pushing her, savoring her, groaning into her delicious ass as I crook my fingers against the soft, tender trigger of her g-spot.

She comes so hard I can’t move my hand. Her whole body spasms, her pussy and her ass convulsing as she cries out as loud as always. I smile against her folds, then kiss her rear end tenderly as she slowly comes back to earth.

Chapter 6

Tori

Idon’tevenknowhow long my orgasm lasts. Minutes? Days? Weeks? Every muscle in my body trembles with the aftershocks created by my husband’s skillful hands and tongue. When I finally gain enough clarity to sit up, he wraps his arms around me from behind, hugging me against his bare chest as he kisses my back and my neck.

We’re both still, our breathing in sync, reveling in a connection that has consumed us for decades. Fighting against our pull—trying to resist this? It was always futile. I may not have understood it at eighteen—but I know it now. It’s moments like this where everything aligns, and I feel nothing but gratitude to be married to my best friend.

It was always supposed to be like this. Us. I will never take for granted how close we came to not having forever.

I don’t know how long we hold each other, but eventually I register that Rhett’s breathing hasn’t slowed as much as mine, and that the hard length of his erection is pressing into me from behind.

Glancing over my shoulder, I meet his gaze. His pupils all but eclipse his gray-blue irises, signaling just how needy my husband is after putting me first. Twice.

“Go lay down,” I indicate, nodding toward the pillows on our king-size bed.

He cocks a brow but doesn’t question me. Wordlessly, he settles into the mattress with his hands lifted behind his head and his attention fixed solely on me. His lips are tipped up in a sly grin.

He makes no comment as I peel off the destroyed pantyhose and crawl from the foot of the bed to straddle his hips. I capture his lips in a kiss, then brush my still-slick center over his length.

He moans into my mouth. “You gonna spread those pretty lips and sink down on my cock, beautiful?”

“Yep,” I confirm, popping theP. “Lay back and enjoy the ride. It’s your birthday,” I remind him. “But I’ll turn around so you can fully appreciate the view.”

With a saucy smile and a wink, I swing my hips around, straddle him in reverse cowgirl, and impale myself on his cock in one motion.

I sink down hard and fast, the pressure of his dick against the plug so intense it’s almost too much. We groan in unison, the sensations familiar, and yet something I’ll never tire of.

“You feel so good,” I whisper with another glance back over my shoulder.

“You feel as good as you look,” he counters, biting down on the inside of his cheek before shifting his attention to my ass, then back again.

I right myself, give my hips a few small rolls to adjust to his girth, then move in earnest, shifting up and down, gripped tightly around his length.

Rhett makes quick work of smoothing down my bare back, digging his fingers into my hips, then playing with the toy still lodged inside me.

Every touch makes me shiver. Every thrust makes me moan.

It doesn’t matter that I’m on top—that I’m riding him. I am entranced by the hold he has on me. I never want him to let me go.

The way this man consumes me—the way it’s always been him—it’s an out-of-body, transcendental experience to be loved by Everhett Wheeler.

With his hands on me, his body connected to mine, his hunger for me evident in every touch, warmth pools in my core quickly. I steady myself without slowing and grip his inner thighs, playing with his balls and rubbing them on my clit as I ride him.

Even without seeing his face, I know he’s close. I can sense it—the way I can sense him in a room, or the way I know when his gaze is on me. We’ve spent decades tuning our bodies to react to one another in perfect synchronicity—even when we were fighting it.

“I feel you gripping my cock, beautiful. You have me in a fucking chokehold. Always have,” he grits out. “Always will,” he adds with a swift slap on my ass.

His words send me spiraling at the same moment I feel his release blast off inside me as I mindlessly gyrate up and down his shaft.

He’s everywhere. Inside me. Around me. Holding me to this earth, fueling my purpose in this world. The gravity of him is a promise and a balm.