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get so good with words?” I whisper.
    He shakes
his head and kisses my belly again. “I know I don’t tell you enough how sexy
you are. But don’t ever doubt that I love your body, just the way it is, no
matter how it changes.”
    His
fingers glide down my stomach, over my pubis and to my folds. Isaac grins.
    “This is
another of my favorite places.”
    “Is that
right?” I grin back at him and sigh as he sinks one finger inside me while his
thumb dances around my clit.
    “Oh,
definitely.” He scoots further down the bed and opens my core, his thumbs
parting my lips. “Look how beautiful you are. Pink and wet.” His lips glide
from my clit down through my labia, then he uses his tongue to trace back up
again. “Delicious,” he whispers.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter
Seven
     
    My back
arches off the bed as his tongue plunges into my core. “Oh my God.”
    “So
responsive.” He adds a second finger and swirls that magical tongue around my
nub, teasing and flicking it, then sucking it gently.
    “Fuck,
Eyes…”
    “Oh, yes,
we will, but I’m having fun down here for now, sweetheart.” He smiles
mischievously and kisses that spot he knows, the place where my thigh meets my
center, and I moan again, gripping the sheet tightly in my fingers.
    He pulls
both fingers out of me, pushing them through my lips, around my clit, making me
even wetter, his intensely blue eyes watching his fingers play with me.
    “So
beautiful,” he whispers to himself and then looks up at me, grins widely and
shedding his clothes quickly, climbs over me. He rests his pelvis between my
legs, and settles down on me, just looking at me.
    “What’s
wrong?” I ask.
    “Absolutely
nothing.” He kisses me chastely, gently sweeping his lips across mine. He rocks
his hips, sliding himself through my wetness, and then slowly, oh so very
slowly, inches into me until he’s filled me completely and he’s buried inside
me.
    I wrap my
arms around his shoulders and my legs around his hips, holding him close and he
rests his forehead against mine.
    “The best
thing I ever did in my life was make you mine, Stace,” he whispers. I grasp his
face in my hands and nuzzle his nose, letting tears fall down my face. He
brushes them gently with his thumbs and ever so slowly, starts to move his
hips. He pulls one leg up over his shoulder and turns his head to kiss my calf.
I gasp at the new angle, allowing him to slide into me even deeper. And
suddenly, I can’t stand slow and steady any more. I need it fast and I need it
hard.
    I move my
hips, pumping them up and down, squeezing around him.
    “God,
babe, don’t squeeze me so hard. You’ll make me come.”
    “That’s
the point.”
    He shakes
his head adamantly. “I don’t want to come yet.”
    I grip his
ass in my hands and pull him harder and clasp around him tighter. He scowls
down at me and pulls all the way out.
    “Hey!”
    “You’re
not good at doing what you’re told, are you?”
    “Ten years
of marriage and you’re just now figuring this out?” I ask dryly.
    He slams
into me again, hard, and then pulls all the way out.
    “Argh!”
Damn him!
    Now he
teases me, putting just the tip inside, grinning proudly at me. “Ready to do
what you’re told?”
    I raise my
hips quickly, making his cock slide farther into me, but he pulls out.
    “Oh no. I
think you’d better turn over.”
    Effortlessly,
he flips me over, pulls my ass in the air and buries himself inside me, his
hands gripping my hips, pulling me on and off of him at a punishing, yet steady
pace.
    “Oh, God.”
He covers me with his chest and reaches around to circle my clit with his
fingers.
    “I make
you come, baby, then you can make me come. That’s how it works.” His raspy
voice, and those magical fingers, and the incessant push and pull of friction
inside me sends me over the edge and I cry out his name as I come, pulsating
and shuddering beneath him helplessly.
    “That’s
it, beautiful. Oh, God,