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I slide my hands up the porcelain skin of her sides, moving to the underside of her full breasts, cupping them as I alternate between flicking her nipples with my thumbs and running smooth, teasing circles over them. I love how she’s fucking me, taking what she needs from my body. What I want to give her. Christ, does it feel amazing.

“God, you’re so beautiful, babe. Are you ready to come for me?”

She pants out her “yes” and I reach down to rub her swollen clit, exactly how I know she likes to be touched. Her rapid breathing tells me I’ve found the pace and pressure that she needs to get her there. As she slides her hot, soaking wet pussy up and down on top of me, I work her nipples and her clit in tandem. Fuck, I’ve seen nothing hotter than her chasing her ecstasy as she rides my cock.

“Please. I need to come,” she begs.

I put more pressure on her clit, and I watch closely as she rises, nearly coming off my cock, and then, just as she drops back down onto me, I pinch her nipple. Hard, but not enough to hurt. It’s the exact amount of tightness that I know she loves. That I know will get her there.

And I’m right, because Trina throws her head back and screams with her release. Her body stiffens as her pussy clamps down around my aching cock. But I don’t let myself come yet. I hold her in place—sitting on my cock because I want to wring one more out of her. I want to get her so relaxed that any stress she felt about today is gone.

I would literally die for this woman and the thought of her experiencing any pain, physical or emotional, nearly makes me unable to breathe. My job is to love her, to cherish her, and this is part of how I do that.

As she comes down from her climax, she leans forward and kisses me. Our mouths open and our tongues merge in a sensual dance. She’s so damn sexy I wonder if I should pinch myself to be sure this is real.

When she’s recovered enough, she moves her gorgeous body over me again. But this time, when we break away from the kiss, she leans back a little so that we can look at each other again.

Our eyes fix on each other, speaking volumes about what we’re both feeling in our hearts. It feels amazing as she moves her warm, wet pussy tantalizingly slow over the throbbing flesh of my cock.

I whisper, “I love you so damn much,” as I reach up and tuck her hair behind her right ear.

“I love you. This is all I need. Only you and me.”Her words are a balm to my soul.

That’s all my brain and my heart need to hear to send me over the edge. She follows right behind me and the spasming of her pussy, combined with the twitching of my cock, feels unbelievably amazing—like nothing I’ve ever felt before. At this moment, as my wife and I come simultaneously, I think of the younger me who was too proud, too arrogant. The me who lost Trina. And I thank God I wasn’t able to move on all those years ago. That I couldn’t bring myself to put my mouth on another woman who wasn’t her. Because touching her, kissing her, finding our mutual pleasure—this is everything.

She’s everything.

CHAPTER31

TRINA

“Benjamin! Stop distracting me.” Though his lean, muscular body pressed against the back of mine and the feathery soft kisses he’s repeatedly placing against the sensitive flesh of my neck are enticing and I want nothing more than to melt into him, I can’t screw up these eggs.

So, when he doesn’t stop, I lift my right foot off the ground and kick back at him.

“Ow! Fuck, that hurt. You got me in the shin.” I feel a morsel of regret, but I told him it was important this breakfast I’m making for his parents is perfect.

Plus, it made him back up.

“I warned you…”

Ben leans against the counter next to the stove and looks down at my eggs. “Babe, you could literally serve them charred eggs with no flavor, and they’d love it. My mom thinks you’ve hung the moon. There’s nothing to be worried about.”

“You set the outside table, right? And coffee is brewing…”

“Yes, to everything. And the biscuits are out there, the fresh honey, the orange juice.”

I nod. Then the doorbell rings, and my heart pounds. Ben pushes off the counter to head to the door and I grab his wrist, stopping him temporarily.

“If I screw up the eggs, will you make a second batch?” Ben chuckles and leans in to kiss me on the cheek.

“Yes. But you won’t mess them up. They’ll be perfect.”

Ten minutes later, I’m sitting at the table on Ben’s patio with him at my side and Rose and John Donley sitting across from us.

“Dig in,” I say, my voice a little shaky.

John doesn’t seem to notice my nerves, but Rose tilts her head slightly, watching me closely.

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