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Dancing Into Love M.K. Moore 2022/8/8 14:59:31

“Aidan?” she calls from the front door. “I need help.” Getting up from the couch, I walk over to the door and see she is decked out and tall black heels and a trench coat. I note that this is odd because it is the middle of fucking August. She is also carrying nothing. My wife has something up her sleeve.

“What do you need?” I ask, my voice suddenly husky. When she opens the coat, I am not surprised to find her smooth, naked skin. “Damn, Princess.” I groan and move towards her. She meets me halfway and when our lips touch, all bets are off. Fuck dinner. Being inside her is all I think about.

“Aidan, take me to bed,” she demands, kicking her shoes off. I have no choice but to give her what she wants. She moans as I all but drag her to our bed. Tossing her on the bed, I quickly shed my sweats and climb on top of her. I slide two fingers into her slick folds. Damn, she is so fucking perfect for me.

“Already wet for me?” I ask, pumping my fingers in and out of her bare pussy.

“I’m always wet for you, Aidan. Always.” She writhes under me. I kiss her breathless. She comes spectacularly for me. While she’s still coming down, I slam my hard cock into her. Her answering moan has me easing back out so I don’t come quickly.

“You can’t say things like that to me, Calliope. Not while I am balls deep in your amazing cunt.”

“I can say whatever I want,” she says. “Besides, you taught me everything I know,” she says moving her hips until my cock is back at her opening. She surges forward and impales herself on me. I groan her name and fuck into her until we come.

We spend the rest of the night in bed, dinner reservations forgotten.

The life we built together is everything I could have hoped for and more. I loved her for years before she was mine. There is nothing quite like the love we share and there never will be. Every day is a dance worth dancing.