She’s standing in the kitchen when I come back downstairs from putting the boys to bed. She’s leaned over the sink, washing her hands, and I stand there just a second to watch her. The water runs down her hands as she hums to herself, and the soft light makes her cheeks glow.

I think I recognize the song she’s humming. It’s the one we danced to at our wedding. We went back and forth for over a week on which one to choose, even though I told her from the beginning as long as she was in my arms it didn’t matter. Every time I catch her singing it, I smile.

Her dress is still on like I asked her, but she’s barefoot. Her hair is piled up in a knot and she’s taken off the jacket that covers up the top half of her body. Her neck is exposed, and I want to kiss her there. My eyes linger on her shoulders and then her back, and I ache to bite my way down it.

“What are you staring at?” she says, not looking up from her hands.

We’ve been together so long she knows the second I’m near her. I think I could be across the state and still know exactly where she was at. Something about that makes me feel like we’re connected by so much more than a piece of paper. We’ve built more than just a marriage, we’ve built a world with the two of us in the center of it. Tonight proved that anything coming to threaten it will be taken out, and peace will be restored. My wife is more than just my bride, she’s the reason I breathe.

“The most beautiful woman in the world,” I say, still not moving.

She glances back and she gives me a look like she thinks I’m teasing, but she likes what she hears. “You like what you see?” she asks, giving me a wink.

“You damn well know I do.” I let her know how pretty she is as often as I can, and I know it’s still not enough. She deserves more, and I will always try to give her that.

My eyes move up and down her body as I think about where I want to start. It’s then I notice on the counter beside her is a balled-up little pile of cotton. I recall that same little ball from earlier in the day being left on my desk at work.

“Emily,” I say, my voice deep and full of warning.

“Oops,” she says, sass clear in her voice. “Must have left those there by mistake.” She glances over at them and then back to me. She turns off the water at the sink and grabs a towel to dry her hands, but she doesn’t make a move to turn around.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I say as I push away from the wall and walk slowly towards her.

“Playing a game? Funny. I thought I was poking a bear.” Again, she looks back at me over her shoulder and smiles at me like a siren.

The buckle on my belt makes a loud clank as I undo it and toss it on the ground. My boots are heavy on the hardwood floors as I come up behind her and unzip my jeans.

“I’ve still got your pussy on my dick from earlier today,” I say as I pull my cock out and grab her hip. “But I need to get it wet again. Don’t I?”

“Yes,” she breathes when I pull her ass back so she’s gripping the edge of the counter and bending over.

“All this running around today and me coming to the rescue has got your pussy soaked. Hasn’t it?”

I push her dress up, exposing her bare ass, and slide my hard dick between her lips. Her pussy creams the head of my dick and I grunt as a little cum leaks out.

“Fuck, you don’t even have to answer me. Your pussy is doing all the talking for you, Button.”

I slide it in a few inches as I grip her hips. Then I sink farther in as she lubes up my cock.

“Dylan,” she grits out as she goes up on her tiptoes.

“It’s always deep when I take you from behind. Just relax and let me at it.” I thrust in all the way and feel her tight pussy clenching me to my balls. “Goddamn, that’s it.”

I throw my head back and thrust in and out a few times, letting her pussy milk me. I’ve got her hips so tight her feet aren’t on the floor anymore and my arms are holding her up. Looking down, I watch as my dick disappears inside her, and I use her pussy to jack me off. Her legs are closed tight and I have to fight my way in, but it’s heaven when she lets me.

“Dylan,” she pants, and I can hear she’s close by the sound of her plea. “I can’t—”

“Shhh,” I say, still fucking her. She’s wound up so tight she’s scared to cum. But when she does it’s going to feel so good.

I pull out and set her on her feet as I kneel down behind her. “Let’s slow you down,” I say, and she whines right before my mouth lands on her pussy.

She’s all warmed up and tastes a little like my cum as I eat her cunt from behind. She’s sweet and sticky as I suck on her clit and she spreads her legs wider. I grab one of her thighs and spread her more by making her put a knee up on the counter.

This way, I can lick every inch of her, and she can move her hips over my face. She was too sensitive before, and now as she rolls her hips, she’s begging for me to get her off.

I slide two thick fingers inside her and she moans as I suck one pussy lip, then the other. I nuzzle her clit with my nose then suck on it until I feel her pussy start to cream.

She shouts my name as her honey drips down and I’m right there to lick it up. When she starts to put her leg back down, I put my hand on it to keep her in place.

“No, stay just like that.”

I stand up behind her and slide into her still-pulsing pussy. My cock wants to cum on the second pump, so I don’t even try to stop it. I groan as I spill into her and reach around to pet her pussy from the front.

I play with her clit as my cock pulses, and I send her into another orgasm.

“That’s it, Button. Cream it up. I want to pull out and look at how much you love me.”

I can hear the sounds of how wet she is as I thrust into her. My orgasm is over, but my cock is ready for round two.

When the last of her pulses have stopped, she starts to fall. I pull out and help her take her knee off the counter. Her legs are wobbly, so I pull her into my arms and lift her off the ground.

“I think it’s time I got you to bed,” I say, and she wiggles her ass against my dick.

“What about that?” she says, her eyes heavy with sleep.

“Oh, I’m going to take care of that as soon as I put you to bed.”

“Without me?” She pouts.

“Oh no, I’m going to fuck you with it. But you’ll probably sleep through it.”

She giggles because she knows I’m right.

“It’s okay, Button. You sleep. I’ll be quick.”

When I carry her to bed, I strip the dress off her and toss it on the floor. I kiss her naked body before I get on top and slide into her. I do as I promise and cum quick before I roll us over. I’m completely wrapped in my wife as my eyes close and I fall asleep.

Being married really is the fucking best.