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He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back. Blaze wasn’t sure how much more of this teasing he’d be able to take, but he waited. She ran her tongue slowly along his length taking her time exploring and savoring. He thought he’d die before she finally took him into her mouth.

Her lips tightly hugged his cock as her head bobbed up and down. His fingers gripped a handful of her locked hair. Already he was close to his peak. This was why he rarely allowed her to orally gratify him, because he enjoyed it too much! Blaze prided himself on being an excellent lover.

His chest swelled with manly pride whenever Calliope complimented him on his skill.

There was a time when he’d had a harem and he could satisfy several women at once, but only with his wife could he lose complete control.

He loved what she did to him, but at times it was embarrassing to finish so soon.

Was it possible for his passion to be too strong for someone?

He didn’t know and she never seemed to mind, because Blaze always made sure she too was satisfied by the time all was done.

She bobbed faster, her mouth tightening around him.

He didn’t want to come in her mouth. Blaze wanted some of that warm slick pussy of hers.

He pulled her against him then smashed his mouth against hers as he tore her gown off.

Through the years, he’d destroyed so many of her garments in the throes of their passion that she had new outfits made for her daily.

He couldn’t get enough of the sweet and tangy taste of her. Calliope ripped her mouth away. “Please, let me finish, Blaze.”

“Not on your life. I want some pussy and I mean to have it now. There will be other times for you to suck me, my flower. I need to be inside of you now.”

His fingers dug into her slender waist holding her steady as she straddled his cock.

He surged up, the tip of his cock slipping into her moist cunt.

When she lowered herself down on his dick, his hands slid to her rounded hips.

She moved slowly at first, until she was bouncing up and down on his cock, her breasts jiggling.

Blaze reached up and squeezed the full globes.

There was no doubt that the years had been kind to his wife.

Though they sagged ever so slightly from having nursed eight children, her breasts were still large and firm.

He loved caressing and sucking them as they fucked.

She arched her back against his touch as though offering herself to him.

“Oh, Blaze, that feels so good. I love the way you touch me.”

“And I love touching you, flower. I love the way your pussy is so snug around my cock, and the way your hands explore my body. I love the expressions you make in the throes of passion. I just love you.”

She smiled down at him. “You do know how to say the right things.” Her pussy muscles squeezed his cock, making him groan with desire. Calliope bounced faster, sucking his cock in until his balls tightened, ready to spill his seed.

Her body quivered a little at first then started to shake.

“Oh, Blaze!” she screamed his name, reaching her peak, but she continued to move.

Mere seconds passed before his fingers dug deeper into her flesh, and he came, shooting his seed up her channel.

He grunted and moaned emptying his balls into her.

She collapsed against his chest, her breathing ragged. “That was wonderful, Blaze. Thank you,” she said with a content sigh, pressing a kiss against the side of his neck.

“No, thank you, my flower. I think we both needed that.”

They lay in silence for a while, Calliope still on top of him, her breasts crushed against his chest. He absently stroked her back loving the way she felt pressed against him.

Blaze didn’t know what he would do without this woman.

He was grateful for every single day that she was in his life.

Calliope was his Queen, the mother of his children, his confidant, lover and best friend.

He loved his children to death, but his wife was the one person he couldn’t live without.

Even after all these years, instead of his feelings fading they only grew stronger.

It was she who finally broke the silence. “Blaze?”

“Yes, flower?”

“We will find her won’t we?” She sounded so scared and uncertain.

“Yes. I won’t rest until we do.”

Just then, someone knocked on his door. No one disturbed them unless there was an emergency. Calliope scrambled under the covers. Blaze reluctantly rolled off the bed and donned his pants once more. The knock came again.

“Give me a minute!” he yelled.

When he was presentable, he opened the door to find his son, Jayru, standing there with despair in green eyes so like his own. He looked paler than normal and Blaze knew something was wrong. “What is it, son?”

“We have a lock on where London’s heliocraft crashed. The navigators have determined that the self-destruct mechanism was activated.”

“No!” Calliope screamed from the bed.