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I kissed her with ferocity, taking her mouth with a burning possession, tasting her sweetness with deep, languid licks. She whimpered. The vibration sizzled straight through me and stiffened my already erect cock. I pressed my hardness against the firm, silken flesh of her bottom. Being in my hotwife’s presence kept my hunger for her eternally burning, never fully extinguished, despite several years of marriage. She had stolen my heart and I knew I would never get it back.

“Good morning, baby,” she cooed, twining her hand around my neck.

“Good morning.” I smiled and leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I’m so hard for you.”

“And I’m wet for you.”

Her thick black mane of hair lay like an exotic fan across the white pillowcase. Her breath was slow and steady, the side profile of her breasts readily visible. Her nipples stiffened, magnifying the fullness of her ample curves. She was stunning. During our entire marriage, I’d watched her turn the heads of men and women alike, and with every passing year I fell more and more in love with her.

A lazy half-smile spread across her face, an expression she saved for me—a look she gave when she wanted me to tear off all of her clothes and ravage her body. I traced my fingers along her skin until my fingertips met a peaked nipple. She melted into me, pressing her warm, curvy ass against my hard-on. The lush carnality of her body swept over me I grew harder. I pressed my cock against her bottom and kissed her, my tongue blazing a trail from her ear to her jaw, and finally to her hot lips.

She slid her hands along the muscles of my chest and our breath grew rapid and pressured as our tongues probed one another’s mouths. I caught her lower lip between my teeth and she let out a soft moan. Pushing myself upright, I swept the covers aside and outlined a path from her breast to her hip. Then I gentled her onto her back and pressed her knees apart so I could rub her clit over her panties, noting the growing wetness of the fabric.

Cheeks flushed, blue eyes bright, she watched as I lowered myself to her full breast. Her expression displayed the raw, savage effect I had on her. She never hid it, never hid her fierce hunger for me. She was so open and needy and sexy as fuck. My chest tightened.

I kissed my way down her cheek to her jaw, licking and nipping at her neck and then lower, her chest sex-flushed scarlet and heaving. Her full breasts were plump with arousal, her nipples stiffened into hard peaks. I devoured her left nipple, suckling and nipping with need. When I bit down on the beaded tip, she inhaled sharply, her fingertips raking the skin of my back as I slid my hand into her panties.

She was completely soaked. And I needed to taste her.