He laid her on her back, his mouth still sealed over hers, his lips searching, his tongue plunging in over and over again.

Emma was already wet with need.

Her husband wanted her more than anything or anyone else in the world. He was hungry for her and couldn’t get enough.

Pete pulled her sheer dress over her head. “I’ve been wanting to suck those nipples all night,” he said, his voice husky. “I can’t get my pants off fast enough.” He knelt over her, yanking them off. A button popped and rolled off the bed. He was out of them in the next instant.

Once they were both naked, he didn’t hesitate. He entered her fast and deep, bending forward so he could capture her hard peak in his mouth while he thrust into her.

Her hips arched up, her head tilting up to the stars, her fingernails raking his back. “Yes!” she called.

He kissed his way up to her neck, his lips open, his tongue stroking her pulse point. “Antonio doesn’t get to fuck you,” he grated, moving his lips to her ear as his cock pounded in and out of her. “The only one who gets this is me.” He sank himself to the hilt, rocking against her to punctuate his point, making them both moan.

Shivers raced through her.

His intensity was boiled over. His need electrified her.

“Yes, only you,” she murmured in his ear, one hand stroking the back of his head. “It’s always been you.”

Pete rose up on his arms, his hips pumping against her, possession written all over his face. She loved that look and hadn’t seen it in too long. Emma didn’t care if anyone was watching. She was with her husband and it was divine.

Pete pulled out, his breathing heavy. “I need more, Emma. I can’t…control it. Turn over and get on your knees.”

She scrambled up, wanting this as much as he did. She braced herself with one hand on the wooden post as her husband grabbed on to her hips and plunged himself inside. He was big, and at this angle, he hit her sweet spot perfectly. She called out, “God, Pete! Yes.”

He jerked her hips back with his hands as he plowed forward. He was on fire, and Emma was going to come hard. Pete ran his hands all over her ass, touching and kneading. “This has always been mine, since the first time I ever laid eyes on you. You have the perfect ass, and don’t think for a moment I’m not going to fuck it. Just not right now. This feels too good to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” Emma panted. “I’m close. It’s going to be a big one.”

“I want you to come first,” Pete said. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

Emma drew in quick breaths.

Pete set a relentless pace. She bowed her head, each thrust bringing her closer to her pinnacle. He grasped her ankles, driving into her, and she yelled, pinning her ass to him, exploding.

As she came, her fingers scrabbled at the edge of the cushion, trying to find something to hold on to as sensations flooded through her, starting from her toes and sweeping quickly through her body. Her thighs clenched a second before her insides begin to pulse.

“That’s it!” Pete called, bucking into her. “Come hard all over my cock!” He held on to her hips, locking her against him as he ground himself against her clit.

Pete knew how to draw every last drop out of her.

As he rubbed against her, she came again, her body quivering as it spasmed. She shook her head, which was still bowed. “Damn, you do that so well,” she murmured. “You hit it every time.”

“We’re not finished either. I haven’t come yet,” he told her. “We’re going to wait a few minutes, while I calm down, and then we’re going to do this all over again. This time, I want you on top. I know you can come again and again, Emma.”

His voice was commanding, and Emma’s toes curled.

Pete pulled out of her slowly, and she shuddered. He lay back on the bed. “Come to me.” His hands guided her down, and she straddled his hips. Her clit was still swollen and throbbing.

She grabbed hold of his cock, angling him up, stroking it lightly. “You’re so hard,” she mused. “I bet this is killing you to wait. What if I tease you just a little—”

Pete thrust up through her hand, diving into her wetness. As he entered, he rubbed perfectly along her G-spot, and she came apart again. She grabbed on to his chest, bucking as she tipped her head back and shouted out her happiness.

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After Emma came for the third time, Pete was ready for his release. His hands firmly gripped Emma’s hips as she undulated on his cock. He’d felt all her contractions and had watched with a heated gaze as her abs clenched and unclenched. When she’d settled down enough, he raised her up off of him. She went willingly, nodding.

She knew what he wanted.

He positioned his tip at the entrance of her tight ass.

“Yes, Pete,” she moaned. “This is going to make me come again.”

Emma usually had the biggest orgasm when he took her this way.

“I know, babe,” he said. “That’s what I’m aiming for.” He gritted his teeth as he broke her seal. His cock was already drenched from being inside her, and it went in smoothly. He savored every single moment, the beginning was the best part. Emma began to move her hips in a slow circle, taking all the sensations and making them extreme. “Stop moving,” he groaned. “I want to be in there for more than five seconds before I come. You feel way too good.”

“I’m trying to control myself,” she panted. “But I can’t help it. This is so electric.”

His hands slid up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing the tips. She tossed her head back, her mane of hair flowing down her back. He was a breast man. He wished he could suck them right now, but the angle wasn’t right and being inside her tightness felt too good.

She began to move on top of him slowly, sliding up and down on his shaft. His jaw was set as he managed, “We’re going to come together.” He moved his index finger to her core. “I’m so close, I’m barely holding on.”

“Yes, together,” she agreed. “Touch me.”

His finger found her enflamed bud. He circled it three times before she let out a long gasp and her hips started to buck.

The tightness around his cock was incredible.

He came instantly, his body exploding as he arched up at the waist, his hands grasping Emma, locking her on his cock. He yelled, not caring who the fuck heard.

This was what heaven felt like.

“Goddamn,” he groaned as he poured every last drop into her. Before Emma could move, he wound his hand around her neck, leaning in to kiss her, long and hard.

When he broke the embrace, they were both gasping.

It was dark, but the moon was full. For the first time, Pete noticed that the resort had lit tiki torches on the beach. Pete braced his wife around the waist with both arms and sat up. He lifted her off the bed and eased out of her, carrying her directly down to the ocean. The water would feel wonderful.

“Where are we going?” Emma entwined her arms around his neck.

“For a swim. It’s a beautiful night.” He made it to the edge and waded in. “Ah, it’s the perfect temperature, and it’s so calm.”

“This is nice,” Emma said, as he walked out until the water was waist-deep then eased them both in.

They were hot and sweaty after their interlude, so it felt extra good.

Once the water was chest-high, he changed Emma’s position in his arms so she could wrap her legs around his waist, which she did happily. She immediately lay back in the water, her hair fanning. She looked like a mermaid in the moonlight. “The salt is so buoyant. I don’t even have to do anything but lie here.” She moved her arms lazily in a circle. “Amazing.”

“What’s amazing is you. I could watch you all night long. Your breasts are like two perfect globes,” he said. “The view has never been better.”