“Wow.” Joe blinked. He couldn’t imagine putting youth above loyalty, a fierce mother for his children, and someone selfless who thought of him first.
But what was his wife trying to say? Could she really think for even one moment that he could ever get tired of her?
“For the record, you’re my whole world.” Joe shoved the covers to the foot of the bed and slithered downward, intent on worshipping Morgan until she couldn’t deny how he felt about her.
“Thanks, but that’s not true. There are lots of important things in your life. Our kids, me, your work, the crew, and the rest of your family, like Eli and Uncle Tom. Your honorary nieces and nephews both here and in Middletown…”
Joe refused to let her lump herself in with the rest. “Everything I have is because of you, and I wouldn’t throw that away for anything. The other stuff is important, yes, but without you it would fall apart pretty damn quick.”
When he kissed a reverent path down her sternum, Morgan murmured, “I’m sorry you’ve been having to choose between the key things in your life for so long now. And that I didn’t realize how much it was costing you…”
She drifted off as her eyes got misty.
Oh no. He wasn’t having any of that. Morgan did not cry because of him. Unacceptable. “How could you have if I didn’t say anything? Don’t take this on yourself. You’re an incredible mom, lover, and partner. But you’re not psychic. This is about me, Morgan. Not you. Never you.”
As he lowered his head to kiss the bottom of her ribs, then her stomach, she tugged him upward and rolled until they were on their sides, staring into each other’s eyes. No one on top, no one on bottom. Both equal and every bit as in love as they had been when they first got together.
She met him halfway.
Joe wasn’t in a hurry, thanks to their session with the crew. Another thing he had to thank them for—the ability to make slow, sweet love to his wife when they both needed the connection borne of physical intimacy most.
He didn’t care if it took all night for them to warm up, burn, then drift down together into a pile of smoldering ashes. All he wanted was to steep himself in Morgan, bond to her, for as long as possible and to show her that no matter what else changed in their lives, this never would.
Joe sifted her hair through his fingers, then trailed his hand along her neck, over her shoulder, down her arm, across the swell of her hip, and onto her thigh as far as he could reach before beginning upward again. He did it over and over until she practically purred as she kissed him back, feeding her soft sighs and gasps into his parted lips.
The entire time, they locked eyes, hiding nothing from each other.
This was how it was meant to be.
He would be an idiot to do anything that might risk the things he cherished or if he forgot for one moment how lucky he truly was. No one could have everything. He had so much. It should be enough.
“I love you,” he told her as he dragged her soft sweater up her body and over her head. His finger traced the edges of her light pink bra. She was so feminine, strong yet subtle. He unwrapped the satin from her as if it was a bow on the best present he’d ever received.
And when she squirmed out of her jeans and kicked them to the foot of the bed, he did the same with her matching panties, this time letting his fingers linger where the material met her even silkier skin. Then he joined her, shedding his own clothes with a lot less fanfare. The urge to be naked with her, exposed in body as much as he was stripped down to his soul, overwhelmed him.
And when he was, he gathered her close so he could feel every bit of her against him.
“You’d think after tonight that I’d be good.” Morgan shot him a wry grin.
“You’re not?” he asked, trying not to mirror her satisfied expression.
“I mean, I could go for seconds.” She glanced away, as if even now it was hard for her to be honest about her desires. Joe tried every day of her life to make her feel safe and loved, but old wounds had left scars. And he planned to keep working to erase them.
“I think we can do better than that. No reason to stop there.” He made it his mission right then to make her come apart as often as he could between then and sunrise.
“I’m not Superwoman.” She laughed.
“To me you are.” Joe stared straight into her eyes so she could see that he meant it.
Then he kissed her once more before reaching over her to her bedside table, where she kept a few essentials, including her favorite purple vibrator. It wasn’t some old-fashioned plastic stick. The thing was high-tech, wireless, programmable, made of flexible silicone and it moved in ways that would send him to the ER if he tried to emulate them with his dick.
“If you’re not…” she started, but cut off when she glanced down and spied his erection. “Oh.”
“I’m saving that for dessert.” He kissed her, then snaked lower in bed so he could really see what he was doing. He took her right knee in his hand and raised it so she was spread before him. Thinking of how he’d fucked her and come inside her so hard not that long ago, he groaned.
Then he descended, kissing her pussy even more thoroughly than he had her mouth. He smiled against her when she yelped and gradually melted against him, angling her hips to give him the best access to every part of her.
And when her hands shifted, burying in his hair to hold his face tight to her body, he sucked on her clit. Damn, he could use an extra dick or two. Too bad the rest of the crew was still up at Bare Natural. Morgan’s toy would have to do. As advanced as it was, it was still only a tool and not another person. But for right then, it would work.
While he flicked his tongue across Morgan’s clit, in the pattern he’d learned she responded to best through the years, he guided the vibrator to her opening. Whether it was because she was undeniably turned on, breathing hard, and squirming as he feasted on her—or because of their earlier encounter—the purple cock slipped right into place against her core. It nudged his chin as he inserted it, aligning it so he could press it into her with a single slow glide.
“Ah,” she cried out incoherently, her abdomen tensing in front of his eyes.
“Too much?” He lifted off her just long enough to check.
“No. Not enough.” Her pussy hugged the vibrator and her clit stood out, her flesh darkening as she grew more and more aroused. “Turn it on. Please.”
Joe smiled up at her. “I should probably be jealous, except I swear I’m going to make you scream louder than this thing when I fuck you next.”
Morgan trembled. “I don’t doubt that.”
Rewarding her honesty, Joe did as she’d requested and flicked the thing on to her preferred mode. It began to squirm in his hand, writhing inside her even as he focused on doing the same to her external anatomy. He hummed when she draped her leg over his shoulder, trapping him in the juncture of her legs, then resumed sucking, licking, and lightly biting her pussy, paying special attention to her clit.
It didn’t take very long before Morgan was chanting his name. She arched, her thighs going tight on either side of his neck, so he pulled off, wanting her to savor the moment. When she groaned and reached to bring him back into place, he lunged, rolling her to her back and pinning her wrists to the bed beside her hips.