“Lincoln,” she moans, arching her back. “Please, honey.”
I bend and place a single kiss between her breasts and look up at her hooded eyes. “Tell me. Let me in that beautiful head of yours.”
Her gaze softens even more. “Remember the day you brought me dahlias for the first time?”
I don’t even have to think about it. I remember every moment spent with Molly. “It was the day you were supposed to go to the lake house with us for the first time. You were in bed sick with the flu. Mom and Dad wouldn’t let me stay home with you because they knew I wouldn’t have left your side, and they worried I’d get sick too.” I was so mad that day. I begged and pleaded to stay home with Molly. Thinking back now, my reaction was overboard, but at the time, I was terrified Molly was going to die before I got back home. “You scared the shit out of me that day.”
She laughs lightly. “It was only the flu.”
“Yeah, but I was a kid and had never seen anyone so sick before. I made Dad stop at a payphone before we got to the lake house so I could call to make sure you were okay. I must have called your house fifty times that weekend. I made him stop at the same payphone on the way home.”
Her brows go up. “I didn’t know that.”
“I threatened to open my door and jump out of the car if he didn’t stop.” Yes, I could be a little shit back then, but when it came to Molly, there wasn’t anything I wasn’t willing to do.
“Lincoln!” she exclaims with a laugh, causing her breasts to jiggle. “You did not do that!”
“You wanna call my parents and ask?”
She shakes her head. “You’re crazy.”
“I was. Crazy about you. Still am. About an hour after we left the payphone on the way home, I saw the dahlias on the side of the road. They looked so pretty, and I knew I had to pick some for you.”
Lifting to her elbows, she reaches for the back of my head and pulls me down with her. My lips are only an inch away from hers when she speaks again.
“That was the day I knew I wanted to marry you,” she murmurs. Her hands slide to my cheeks, and she looks deeply into my eyes. “I knew you were worried about me when you left. And I saw your face when you came back after the weekend. You looked like you were just given a million dollars, witnessed world peace, and made it to Heaven all at once. Your hand was shaking when you gave me those dahlias, but you smiled, and everything was okay again. One of the flowers resembled a heart, which was fitting because I had already given you mine.”
She still has that flower. Dried and sealed in a clear plastic sleeve. It’s in a picture frame hanging on our bedroom wall.
How in the hell could I not love and adore this woman with every inch of me? I’m not the sappy type but damned if she doesn’t make me a lovesick fool.
I drop my head and settle my lips over hers in a long, leisurely kiss. Molly and I have sex in many different ways: rough, tender, hurried, messy, and every other way imaginable, but right now, I want to make sweet love to my wife. When I first walked into the room, I was ready to pounce and get as quickly inside her warm, inviting body as soon as I could, but she’s turned the tables on me. Now I want to take my time and cherish the treasure I have beneath me.
I slowly slide my lips across hers, lazily enjoying the taste of her. When her lips part, I dip my tongue inside. Lacing our fingers together, I bring our hands up beside her head, my forearms cocooning her.
I pull back a couple of inches. “I love you, Molly.”
“And I love you,” she responds softly.
Starting at her chin, I kiss a slow path down her neck, across both collarbones, to the slopes of her breasts. Using my chin, I separate her robe so she’s fully exposed, then gently tug her nipples into my mouth, flicking the tip of my tongue over the firm buds. I release her hands, and her fingers immediately tunnel through the longer strands of my hair, gently scraping her nails against my scalp. Her knees draw up, and she hugs my waist tightly, lifting her hips to rub against my erection.
I move down her body, my lips not missing an inch of skin as I go. My head is tugged up by my hair, and I glance at her.
“What are you doing? I want—”
“In a minute, baby. I need to taste you first.”
Her teeth tug on her bottom lip, but she doesn’t try to stop me again. I swirl my tongue into her belly button, and she releases a shuddering moan. I kiss her hipbone, right over the four-leaf clover tattoo, then across to the other. Running my nose through the small scattering of hair just above her pussy, I take a deep breath. I don’t know how in the hell she does it, but she always manages to smell like peaches and cream.
Sliding her panties down her legs and tossing them away, I use my thumbs to open the small pink petals of skin hiding her sweet spot. I look up her body, not surprised her head is now resting on a pillow, and she’s watching me. Molly said she loves to watch me lick her. Claims it’s one of the most erotic things she’s ever seen. I think it’s hot as hell when she does.
With our eyes still connected, I swipe my tongue over her flesh, her taste exploding in my mouth. I love the way her eyes flare with need. Starting from the bottom of her hole, I don’t stop until I reach her clit, then take the nub between my lips and suck. Her hips buck, so I wrap my arms underneath and around her thighs to keep her still. I suck some more, making sure to flick my tongue over the most sensitive area of her clit, just where I know she likes it. Her soft cry is what I crave to hear, and when she gives it, I take one hand from her thigh and gently press a finger inside her tight pussy.
I slowly slide my finger inside her, adding a second one when I know she’s ready, and alternate between sucking her clit and using the flat part of my tongue to massage it.
It’s not long before I feel the tightening of her muscles around my fingers. She’s no longer watching me but has her head tossed back, her eyes closed, and her mouth open as she cries out her release. I give her clit a couple more swipes and lap up her juices before I kiss my way back up her body. Her gaze is lazy but smoldering.
“That was incredible.”
I nip her bottom lip. “We’re not finished yet.”
She reaches between us and grips my length. I hiss and flex my hips when she begins rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit.
“Baby, put me inside you,” I groan. I’m ready to explode, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait.
Thankfully, she doesn’t torture me for long. As soon as the head is at her entrance, I slowly sink inside. She’s tight and warm and feels so damn good. I grit my teeth, straining against the need to slam forward. If I move too fast, I’ll blow too soon, and I refuse to do that before she finds her release again.
Her nails bite into my back, and her thighs tighten around my waist as I fill her until I bottom out. I take a moment to just feel her around me.
“Ahh… damn, Molly. You feel so good. I’m not going to last long. Tell me you’re close.”
“So close,” she moans breathlessly.
I pull back until just the head is inside, then push forward again. I set a slow and steady rhythm, each thrust drawing me closer to the edge. Dropping my lips to hers, I kiss her as I make sweet love to my wife.
When her walls clamp around me and she throws her head back in bliss, I watch her face, needing to see the pleasure I’m giving her.