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I nod, a quiet swell of gratitude filling my chest. It’s strange how easy it is to fall into this rhythm with him and how natural it feels to rely on him. Maybe we’re not perfect, but right now, this is what I need. This is what we both need.

I stand up and move toward the kitchen sink to clear the table, and Gage’s eyes follow me as I move. “Leave it, Ale.” The weight of his gaze, that steady, unwavering attention, sends a flutter of warmth through me, but I push it aside for now. There will be time for that later.

“I’ll get her situated. Thank you for offering to do the dishes,” I say, my voice soft, my heart light.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Gage replies, his tone a little more serious now.

He stands up, giving me a small smile. “I’m your husband, Hermosa .

We’re a team and when I’m home, I’ll never have you doing everything by yourself.

Laundry—if you wash, I fold. Dinner—if you cook, I clean. You wanna fuck—I’m down.”

I turn to face him, meeting his gaze, and I smile.

This fucking man.

“I’ll see you upstairs,” I whisper before heading toward the stairs, the weight of Zoe on my chest as I carry her up to her room.

It’s a quiet walk, the soft click of my feet on the stairs is the only sound as I move through the house, holding our daughter close to me.

When I reach Zoe’s room, I carefully settle her small body on the changing table, swap her diaper with a fresh one and put her in a onesie and sleep sack.

The room smells of lavender and fresh sheets. She lets out a small sigh as I lay her in her crib, her eyelids fluttering as she falls asleep almost immediately. I stand there for a moment, watching her—this tiny, beautiful person who I’ve somehow become responsible for.

My heart swells with a mixture of love and protectiveness that still catches me off guard. She’s mine, in a way, and I’ll protect her with everything I have. I’ll protect this family with everything I have.

When I leave her room, I head down the hallway to the room Gage originally set up for me and grab some clothes, and just as I stop outside his—I mean—our room, I hear Gage’s voice low and steady.

“Come on, Hermosa. Tu esposo te está esperando. ”

His words send a jolt of anticipation through me, and I make my way into the room, my pulse quickening.

I enter the room and I’m met with the warm glow of the bedside lamps, casting a soft light on Gage’s chiseled features.

He’s sitting on the bed, his eyes fixed on me, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

The air is charged with an undeniable tension, and I can feel the heat of his gaze like a caress on my skin.

I walk towards him, my heart pounding in my chest, my senses heightened. The sound of my footsteps on the floor seems amplified, and I’m aware of every movement, every breath. Gage’s eyes never leave mine, his intensity drawing me in.

As I reach the bed, he stands up, his movements fluid and deliberate. He towers over me, his broad shoulders and chest making me feel small and vulnerable. But I’m not afraid. I’m drawn to him, to the power and strength that emanates from him.

He takes a step closer, his face inches from mine. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of his skin and the faint hint of soap and shampoo. My pulse quickens, my breath catching in my throat.

“You are so beautiful and all mine, Ale.”

I look up at him, my eyes locking onto his. The connection between us is palpable—a spark of electricity that seems to arc through the air. I can feel the anticipation building, the tension coiling inside me like a spring.

Without a word, Gage reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I feel myself leaning into him, my body craving more.

He smiles—a slow, seductive smile that makes my heart skip a beat. “Can I kiss you, Ale?” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “Can I kiss my wife?”

I nod and he pulls me into a kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting more.

Our lips touch and the world around us melts away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the moment.

Gage’s kiss is like a storm, intense and all-consuming, sweeping me up in its passion.

I feel myself getting lost in the depths of his eyes, the spark between us igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both.

His hands roam over my body, tracing the curves of my waist, the swell of my hips, and the softness of my skin. Every touch sends a little electric pulse, every caress ignites a new flame of desire. I feel myself arching into him, my body craving more, my heart pounding in my chest.

“ My wife ,” Gage mumbles before deepening the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I feel like I’m drowning in the depths of his passion, like I’m being swept away by a tidal wave.

We break apart for air and Gage’s eyes lock onto mine and he takes a step closer, his body inches from mine, the heat radiating from him like a furnace.

“I want you,” he whispers, his voice low and husky, the words sending a ripple of pleasure straight to my core. “I fucking need to be inside you, Hermos a.”

He wants me.

He needs me.

I feel myself trembling, my body responding to the raw desire in his voice. I want him too, more than anything, more than life itself.

Without a word, Gage scoops me up in his arms, carrying me to our bed. He lays me down, his body following mine, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. I feel like I’m being consumed by him, like I’m being swallowed whole by the passion between us.

He looks into my eyes and I see the hunger there, the desire, the need. And I know that I’m ready, ready to surrender to him, to give myself to him completely.

“ Te amo ,” he whispers, the words sending a wave of emotion crashing over me.

“Let me show you how much I love you and how much I appreciate you.” He pulls my dress up over my head and tosses it to the floor, reaching behind me to unhook my bra and stopping to stare for a moment, taking me in.

Gage drops his shorts and his boxer briefs, kneeling before me on the bed with his thick cock ready to go.

This man could tie me up and fuck me until I passed out and I would take every moment happily.

Because it’s him.

Gage’s hands roam over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His fingers caress my breasts, teasing my nipples into tight, aching buds. Every touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making my body arch and tremble with desire.

“That’s it, baby.” His soft and inviting lips brush against mine, consuming me.

“I love how responsive your body is for your husband.” The kiss deepens, and our tongues tangle, dancing a sensual dance, as we devour each other.

The sound of our ragged breathing is like music to my ears—desire that builds in intensity with every passing moment.

We move together, our bodies become one, my hips meeting his in a primal rhythm. Gage’s cock, hard and throbbing, presses against my belly, leaving a wet trail of precum on my skin. I can feel the heat emanating from his body, making my pussy ache with a need for him. “Please, Gage. I need you.”

“God, I need you too.” He grips my thong, ripping apart one side.

“Gage!” I squeal. “Those are my underwear.”

“I’ll buy you new ones, baby.” As he slips it off my leg and tosses it over his shoulder, making me laugh.

I watch as my husband shoves two fingers in his mouth and sucks on them slowly.

Then, when he’s satisfied that they are wet enough, he drags them down my entrance.

Easing them inside of me, his fingers caress my front wall.

Every thrust, every movement, sends a wave of pleasure through me, making my body tremble and shudder with desire.

“I need to taste you. First you’re going to come on my fingers and tongue, Esposa. Then you’re gonna ride your husband's cock. ?Lo entiendes?”

His hands, now more insistent, grasp my hips, pulling me closer, holding me in place. His fingers dig deep into my skin, leaving bruises that will linger long after our passion has faded. But I don’t care, right now, I am his, completely and utterly his. His to touch, to taste, to claim as his own.

“You are so fucking perfect.” Gage’s mouth descends upon my pussy, I feel a rush of need course through my veins. His warm breath dances across my entrance and his tongue, soft and gentle, begins to explore, tracing the contours of my pussy with a delicate touch.

The first lick is like a spark of electricity, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. His tongue glides effortlessly across my clit, the sensation building in intensity with each passing moment. My pussy grows wetter and more swollen, my hips arching upwards to meet his mouth.

“ Oh fuck ,” I whimper as Gage’s lips close around my clit, his mouth forming a gentle seal that sends a wave of pleasure crashing over me.

His tongue begins to vibrate, sending shockwaves through my body, making my muscles tremble and my skin prickle with sensation.

He eats me like he’s been starving for me all day, his mouth moves in a slow, sensual rhythm, his tongue probing deep into my folds, exploring every hidden crevice and secret spot.

I can feel his fingers brushing against my thighs, his hands holding me open, exposing me to his hungry mouth.

The sensation is almost too much to bear—a tidal wave that threatens to overwhelm me.

I feel like I’m melting, like my body is dissolving into a pool of pure sensation, my mind fragmenting into a thousand shards of ecstasy.

Gage’s tongue is dangerous, coaxing and teasing, probing and exploring.

He knows exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to apply, and exactly when to pause and let me catch my breath.

He’s a virtuoso of pussy eating, and he’s all fucking mine.

This man is my husband.

The pleasure builds, I feel myself rising, my body lifting off the bed, my hips thrusting upwards to meet Gage’s mouth.

He adds in two fingers and, in time with his tongue, creates a motion against my g-spot that’s going to unravel me.

My body is responding to his touch with a primal intensity that can’t be contained.

His groans and the wet suctioning noises have me on the brink of orgasm and the pressure of his fingers inside me has the tears forming in my eyes.

“Ohhh,” I moan, the sounds rough and strangled as he doesn’t stop. “Gage… I’m gonna…” Tears fill my eyes as the orgasm crashes over me. I feel like I’m drowning, my body shattering into a thousand pieces. My release drips from between my thighs and the sheets beneath me become wet.

Even as I’m coming apart, Gage’s mouth remains on me. His lips, his tongue, and his fingers all work together to prolong the pleasure, to draw out the orgasm, and to make it last forever.

“God, that will never not be hot,” he pulls back, licking his lips. “Now I need to be inside you, Ale.”

Gage flips us to where he’s on his back and my pussy is on his cock, my thighs quake around him.

“This pussy is so needy. So fucking desperate to be filled with my cum. Your legs are shaking, Hermosa . It’s too bad I’m not going to move for you.

Be a good little slut for me and ride me like you mean it.

Because otherwise I’m not gonna let you come again.

” His hand comes down on my ass cheek in a loud crack and I rise up and sink down onto his cock making him groan.

I never in my life thought being called a slut would do anything for me except make me want to stab a man.

But just now, when my husband said it, I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on.

I’ll gladly be his slut. His whore. Only for him.

And he’s not wrong, my legs are shaking.

I’ve almost never been on top when having sex.

But looking down at my husband, who is talking like he’s in control when it’s really me, does something for me.

It’s the desperate look in his eyes. The way his lips part and the softest whimpers and moans fall from his lips as my hips move.

“Christ, I love how you take me, Hermosa .” His fingers dig into my hips as I lean back, giving him a view of where we’re joined.

“Look at this perfect fucking pussy, taking my cock like it was made for it. You feel so fucking good.” His breath catches as he watches me cup my breast and roll my hips.

“Oh fuuuck... you’re gonna make me come if you keep this up. ”

I take that as don’t stop.

Gage’s cock, now fully sheathed within me, pulses and throbs, releasing a torrent of cum that fills me.

“ Oh fuck , Ale. Oh, God,” he moans as I keep up the pace, coming down on his cock over and over again.

I can feel the warmth spreading through me, and as if he knows I need to come again, even as he’s falling apart, he strums my clit with the pad of his thumb.

Every spasm, every contraction, sends a wave of pleasure crashing over me, making my body tremble and shudder on top of him.

Gage’s arms wrap around me, pulling me down to his chest while staying inside me, holding me close, and keeping me safe.

I feel like I’m home, like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

His body is warm, comforting, and strong—a sanctuary from the world outside.

His heartbeat is slow and steady, a soothing melody that calms my own racing heart.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice low and husky, the words a tender caress on my soul.

I smile, feeling a sense of happiness and contentment wash over me. “I love you too,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gage’s hand strokes my hair, his touch gentle and soothing. “You’re mine,” he whispers, the words sending a thrill through me.

“I’m yours,” I reply, my voice firm and resolute. I start drifting off with his cock still inside me and his heartbeat as my lullaby.

My husband.