"I love you too, Rory baby."
"You were right. We do need to celebrate." I set her down, then grip her around the waist and flip her to face the desk. "Donnae move."
She obeys, facing away from me.
Only when we're shagging does my wife do what I say without teasing me or demanding to know why. I wouldn't want her to be too biddable. Her fire, and that light inside her, drew me to Emery on the night we met. And they still draw me in.
I shed my clothes and roll a condom over my cock. Aye, I keep those in my desk drawer these days. And in the sitting room. And the ground-floor bathroom. Several other places too.
My wife glances over her shoulder at me. "Time to play?"
"Aye."
She gasps when I yank her lace knickers down to her ankles, then she kicks them off. My ravenous wife apparently can't wait to get started, and she rips her shirt off over her head before I have the chance to do that. Naturally, she isn't wearing a bra. My wife came here to fuck, and she always arrives prepared.
"Palms on the desk," I command.
"Yes, my lord." She slaps her hands on the desktop and wiggles her erse. "I live to serve."
"Like hell you do." I skate my lips over her rump and then glide my tongue along the upper curve of each cheek. "You're obstinate and independent, and I wouldn't have you any other way."
I drag my hands up her sides, around to her belly.
She spreads her legs.
"You are so beautiful, so perfect," I rumble, while my hands travel up her body to fondle her tits. As I palm those globes and knead them, scraping my thumbs over her nipples, I crush the hard length of my erection into her back. "You are the most precious gift I've ever received."
"You're so sweet." She moans when I slide my cock between her thighs. "But for heaven's sake, say something dirty."
I chuckle and shift one hand to her mound, diving two fingers between her folds. "Ahm going to fuck ye, Em, until my cock is slick with your cream and ye beg me to make ye come. Is that dirty enough?"
Her mouth opens, but she can't speak. I've plunged my fingers down her cleft and inside her opening, where all that luscious cream waits for me. When I stroke her clit, she moans again with more volume and hunger. I sweep my fingers up and down, settling the heel of my hand on her taut nub, and work her flesh until she bucks her hips forward, then back, in time with every stroke of my fingers. She rotates her hips in a frantic attempt to rub her brillean against my hand, but I make sure she can't quite get what she wants, not yet. Emery whimpers and digs her nails into the desktop. I keep her balanced on the edge of climax, teetering but unable to tumble over, because I know my wife loves it.
But mhac na galla, my cock feels ready to explode.
"Please, Rory, please."
I nip her shoulder. "Cannae resist a warm, wet lass who begs."
Clutching her hips, I thrust deep inside her.
"OhGodyesohyesthankyou," she cries out, the syllables coming so fast that they blend into one word.
Her climax convulses her entire body as her inner muscles clench my cock in waves that seem like they'll never end. I grit my teeth against the need to come, because I won't do it until she's done. Her strangled scream echoes in the room just as her spasms wane.
I pump in and out of her body, my bagais slapping on her erse with every inward thrust and her slickness creating a sucking sound with every withdrawal. She rocks her hips backward to meet my thrusts, crying out every time I penetrate her. Faster, deeper, harder, I punch into her while she throws her head back and plasters her backside to my front, lashing her arms around my neck while I grunt and groan and shout.
She comes again.
"Oh God, Em!" I shout, plowing into her twice more, holding the last thrust while I come deep inside her body. As I gasp for breath, I wrap my arms around her with my hands over her belly. "I hope our bairn is just like you."
"I hope our baby's like you."
Reluctantly, I peel my body away from hers and turn my wife toward me. "Our baby will be the best of both of us, and better than either of us because our love made this bairn."
"This is one lucky baby." She loops her arms around my waist. "And the first of several, I hope."
"Several? Best keep practicing for the next one, then."