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It’s what I want to hear. At least, partially.

Gripping the hem of Mira’s shirt, I gently tug it up as she lifts her arms in the air to help me get it off.

Her perfect breasts heave in a simple black cotton bra, and I’m struck speechless for a moment.

But only for a moment. “You’re so beautiful.

So fucking perfect. Look at you, sunshine.

You’re every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life, only better. ”

Mira’s cheeks flush, and she looks at me from beneath the fringe of her lashes, suddenly shy. That won’t do.

“I want you every second of every day. Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands to myself, hmm?” I reach around her back and unhook the bra before sliding the straps off her shoulders.

She shrugs out of it, and I toss the garment to the floor.

Her dusky pink nipples tighten in the cool air, demanding I lean down and take them into my mouth.

Mira gasps. “Oh, fuck.”

I suck and play with her, nipping at the sensitive little buds, laving my tongue over one tight nub while squeezing and kneading her other breast with my hand. Mira’s hips rock more urgently against my rock-hard dick, making me groan.

“You want my cock, baby?”

She nods. “Yes. Please. I want your cock.”

Grinning, I nip at her breast. “You want me to stuff your wet, needy pussy with my big, thick cock?”

She nods again, eyes glassy with need.

“I bet you feel so empty right now, don’t you, sunshine?

Are you desperate to feel my head dragging along your G-spot?

For me to pound into your tight cunt and rut into you until you’re screaming my name?

” Grabbing handfuls of her jeans-covered ass, I buck up against her hot little center, earning a gasp and a moan from my needy wife.

“Yes. Fuck, yes. Fill me with your cock.” Mira rocks against me, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as her need takes over.

“Wanna take you bare,” I growl against her breast. “Want to paint your insides with my cum, then watch it drip out of your pretty pussy.”

“Oh, god.”

Fuck. My need for her is goddamn painful. But if I’m going to do all the things I’m saying to her, I need her to admit that she wants this. That she wants me. Not just my body, not just sex, but me .

“You want that, baby?”

All she can do is nod her head vigorously.

“Then tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re my wife. That you want this as much as I do. That you want me to be your husband.” Every word of my plea is laced with need and raw truth. Can she hear it? Feel how much I want her?

“Griffin…” She still rocks against me, but her eyes are sharper now, less hazy with lust than they were a moment ago.

“Why are you fighting this?” I grind my cock against her core, and she moans. “Why won’t you give this a real chance? You promised you’d try.”

“This will never work.” She gasps as I pinch her nipples. “We want different things.”

Letting go of her breasts, I unbutton her jeans.

She shimmies out of them, then goes back to rocking her soaking wet center against my lap.

A damp spot forms on my slacks, and I’m tempted to never dry clean these pants again.

Dipping my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, I drag them through her soaking slit, coating them instantly in her slippery wetness.

“Are you sure about that? It sure as hell feels like we want the same thing right now.”

Mira lifts her hips enough for me to push two fingers inside her hot little pussy, and she whines with pleasure at the intrusion. “Of course I want you. I’m not dead. But wanting to fuck you isn’t enough to base a marriage on.”

I pump my fingers in and out of her faster, fighting my irritation at her words. “You don’t only want to fuck me, sunshine. You like spending time with me. You like living with me. I make you feel safe and special.”

“Y-you do,” she stammers, confusion flickering across her features. “But that’s because we’re friends.”

“Is it?” I ask, adding a third finger and enjoying the way her eyes roll back in her head.

I want to make her fall apart. To scream my name.

So I pull my fingers out of her and flip us so she’s lying with her back on the couch.

Desperate to taste her, I rip Mira’s panties off and throw them onto the floor.

Using my shoulders, I push my wife’s thighs apart before spreading her pussy open with my fingers.

She’s swollen and wet, and I want her sweet musk to invade my senses. “We’re just friends?”

“Y-yes.”

I look up at her from between the juncture of her thighs and grin wickedly.

“Really? If we were just friends, would your pussy be dripping with need for me?” Maintaining eye contact, I flick my tongue out and lap at her slit, her clit, and then I spear her fluttering pussy with it.

Mira moans, her back arching. I fuck her with my tongue before suckling her clit.

“If we were just friends, would you let me eat your juicy cunt? Would you moan like a pretty little slut desperate for more?”

“Griffin…” She’s conflicted. I watch it play out across her features. She wants me, but she’s not ready to admit it to herself. Even though it’s not what I hoped would happen, I can be patient. I’m playing the long game, and I’m playing to win.

“Fight this all you want, wife, but you know we’re inevitable. We fit perfectly, and one of these days, you won’t be too scared to admit it.”

“I’m not scared,” she says breathlessly.

“You are.” I’m scared too. How can I not be?

But waking up married to this woman was a gift of fate, and I won’t waste this chance, scared or not.

“That’s okay. You can be scared, but I’m not going anywhere.

I’ll be right here, worshipping at your altar, until you can admit to yourself what I already know. ”

“And what’s that?” She mewls as I circle her clit with my tongue.

“That I was made for you. That I can make you happy.” I push two fingers inside of her while I continue to lap at her clit, grinning when her back bows off the couch.

“But most importantly, Mira? That I’m all in, and I will never walk away from you.

For as long as you’ll allow me to be in your life, I will never leave. Not ever.”

Her breath hitches and her lower lip trembles, but she doesn’t say a word.

That’s okay. Words are overrated. It’s actions that matter.

So I lower my mouth to her pussy and show her with every flick of my tongue how much I want her.

I show her again and again until tears stream down her face and her body convulses with pleasure.

Then I carry her to the bathroom, draw her a bath, and show her I care in yet another way.

I’ll prove she can trust me. I’ll prove that I can take care of her.

Whatever it takes.