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He used suction and then his tongue to stimulate the little nub he'd captured with his mouth before moving down to taste more of her. His tongue parted her labia, swirled inside, lapped at her, thrust into her. He devoured her as if hungry for the taste of her. Her nipples were swollen into hard, aching points, her sheath was pleasured by the massaging balls, and the addition of his mouth on her sex stole her breath.

Emma sank onto the bed, unable to stay upright, lifting her hips to offer more of herself to him. He drew hard on her clit one last time, then let his mouth roam up her belly. He kissed her navel and swirled his tongue into it, followed the line of her rib cage up, and finally closed his mouth over one hard nipple and sucked.

She moaned and arched up into him, loving the feel of his lips on her. The strawberry cream magnified the sensation of his mouth and tongue tugging at her nipple, and it built her already excited state to fevered need.

"Gage," Emma whispered, digging her hands into his hair. "I want you so much."

"Good." He raised his head to look at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Want me the way I want you. Ache for me. Burn for me."

"I do." She let her eyes drift closed as he claimed her other breast, tugging at her nipple and making the need shoot directly to her sex. Her inner muscles gripped and released the balls, a tantalizing taste of what was to come and a sharp reminder of how she ached to be filled by him.

Gage worked his way around her breasts, touching and tasting, then back down her belly and hips. When his hands found her sex, she moaned and arched into him. He caught
the string and drew the balls back out, slowly, teasing her with the pressure. As the last one slid out, he closed his mouth over her clit, making her cry out. "Gage!"

"Emma." He kissed her between her legs and stood up. "I want you doggie style. Move up onto your knees for me."

Changing position seemed like an impossible feat, but she had powerful motivation. Emma scooted up farther onto the bed, turned onto her hands and knees, and waited. She felt the mattress shift as Gage came behind her, felt his hands close over the rounded curves of her ass, felt the head of his cock press against her entry as he positioned himself.

"I love this part." He rocked his hips back and forth, teasing her but not entering her. "When you're so hot for me, so ready, and when I fill you, that first slide when you open for me and wrap around my cock, there's almost nothing better." He thrust into her in a slow, steady stroke, filling her inch by inch.

Gage rode her from behind, making each thrust hard and deep, making her breasts bounce with the rhythm, which added another layer of sensation. It felt so good to take him all the way inside, to feel him press home and push against the sensitive spot in her sheath with each stroke. She gripped his shaft with her inner muscles and felt a wave of heat and need building faster.

"Just like that," she heard him say from behind her, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Come for me, Emma." He increased the tempo, taking her harder, deeper, making the rush of pleasure build until the need for release was so urgent, it was explosive when it hit.

She collapsed onto her stomach with him driving deep
into her, her inner muscles convulsing around his cock, feeling him pouring himself into her while she took it all. Gage covered her back with his body, holding himself balanced on his arms and legs so he didn't crush her into the mattress, still buried deep inside her while she quivered and shook with the aftermath.

"Come home with me, Emma," Gage said. His voice was soft and persuasive. He moved against her, stroking her from the inside, surrounding her body with his on the outside.

She was already home, Emma thought as she sprawled under him. His body on hers, inside hers. Gage, loving her. This was home. "You're home to me," she told him.

"Em." His arms tightened against her, squeezing her. "I've missed you so much. You're my heart."

She felt both ravished and protected, desired and loved, and knew that all the pieces had fallen into place where they belonged, put back together in a new order.

"I can't believe you want me to get you pregnant in the backseat of my car." Gage held the car's rear door for Emma as she climbed in, then followed her and closed it behind them.

"It's a Mercedes," Emma said, trying not to laugh. She scooted over to make room for him. "That makes it classy."

"The last time I had you in the backseat of a car, I made very sure
not
to get you pregnant. This just seems wrong."

"It seems right to me." Emma was wearing the peach dress and the accompanying undergarments he'd bought her to wear that wicked weekend. She drew up the skirt and straddled his lap, facing him. "We've come full circle."

"At least this time we won't have to worry about getting caught in the act," Gage said. "Unless you accidentally hit the garage door opener button at the wrong time."

"It'll never happen." She smiled at him. "And if it does, the windows will be all steamed up. Nobody will see a thing."

"You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He put his hands on her hips and pulled her body into his. "Bad Emma."

"Very." Emma rubbed her breasts against his chest, loving the feel of his body against hers. "I'm also fertile. Off the pill for a month, ovulating, and did I mention I'm wearing crotchless panties underneath this dress?"

"That makes it easy." Gage squeezed her hips and slid his hands around to cup her ass. "All I have to do is unzip my jeans to get inside you."

"I want you inside me." Emma rocked into him, feeling a rush of heat from the contact and the thrill of anticipation. Since the night she'd been delivered to his hotel room gift-wrapped for pleasure, they hadn't spent a night apart.

She'd waited to be sure they were solidly back together, that the changes they'd made stuck and they didn't fall back into old habits. Gage had proven true to his word, cutting down to a reasonable work week with infrequent travel. She'd never felt tempted to go back to being too polite, too restrained, too understanding, too undemanding. When they played sexy games and she followed Gage's dominating lead, she was anything but restrained and didn't hesitate to make her desires known. And he satisfied them all.

As time went on, she grew confident that the new, improved Emma was here to stay. After three months, she'd stopped taking oral contraceptives. And now it was time to take the next step in their relationship, starting the family they'd both wanted for so long.

"If you want me inside you, unbutton the top of your dress to your waist and show me what's underneath," Gage said. "I want to see your breasts swelling out of those little
bra cups and your hard, rosy nipples peeking through the sheer lace."

"You want to see what I have before you decide if you'll have me?" Emma undid the top button, then the next, working her way down until the dress gaped open to reveal glimpses of lace and the round swells of her breasts.

"I'll have you. I just love it when you show off for me." Gage gave her a sexy grin. "Your body is so hot. Lush and feminine. I love your full breasts and your round ass and that tiny waist in between. I love it when you show me what you have because I love knowing it's all mine."

"Like this?" Emma parted the top of her dress, exposing a lot of creamy flesh that the sheer lace did nothing to hide.

"Yeah, like that." He reached up to toy with her nipples through the flimsy lace covering them. He tugged at them, stroked them, rubbed and pinched by turns, making Emma gasp and squirm in his lap. "I like this position, Emma. I can play with your breasts and touch your clit while I fuck you."

His graphic words sent a thrill through her. Sex in the back of the car seemed so clandestine. Doing it with her clothes on and those X-rated panties that were nothing but an open invitation added to the sense of forbidden pleasure.

"Are you getting hot and wet for me?" Gage filled his hands with her breasts and gave them a light squeeze. "Is that why you're squirming like that, Emma?"

"Yes." She let her lids fall half-closed as she arched her back to press herself into his hands.

"I like making you hot." He kneaded her curves and thumbed her nipples, making them tighten even more in response. "I like watching you get that look in your eyes that tells me how much you want it. I like making you moan
and deciding how many times I'm going to make you come for me."

"Such a sexual control freak," Emma said, sighing.

"You love it," Gage said with a knowing smile.

"I love you," Emma said. She felt her body going tight and the liquid response in her lower half and knew this was going to be very good.

"I love you, Emma. My lover. My wife." He cupped one hand at the back of her head and pulled her into his kiss. His mouth took hers with fierce possessiveness, claiming her lips, then softening to coax her tongue into twining with his.

Emma fell into the kiss, letting him seduce her as he demanded and teased by turns. When his kiss turned harder, his hand tightened on her, tugging at her nipple. When his lips slid over hers, persuading and tasting, his hand gentled. The contrast melted her, making her body pliant and relaxed and open to him while need spiraled inside her.

She rocked her body into his, feeling the rush of contact, the thrill of contrast. His hand released her breast and moved down, trailing fire along her belly, making her quiver as he stroked lower until he touched her mons. She felt him bunching the fabric of her skirt to pull it up until he could reach under it and settle his hand between her legs. He cupped her sex, and Emma sighed into his mouth as she pushed into his hand, loving the pressure against her labia.

He kept her head positioned where he wanted it as he plundered her mouth while he parted her labia and thrust a finger into her tight sheath. His tongue echoed the motion, sliding between her lips as she opened for him. It felt so good to be so close to him, so much of her body in contact
with his, his hand claiming her sex while his mouth claimed hers.

He added a second finger to the one buried inside her and moved them in and out in a slow, gentle rhythm, making her ready for more. "I love giving you pleasure," he said against her lips, satisfaction plain in his voice.

"I love the way you make me feel," Emma said with a sigh. "Sexy and powerful."

"You are." Gage circled her clit. "So sexy. And you've had the power to bring me to my knees with a look since you were seventeen."

"I didn't know," Emma said, shaking her head. "I thought it was luck. I never understood it."

"It's love." Gage slowly withdrew his fingers from her and settled his hand over her mons. "Although I won't say luck didn't enter into it. Luck brought you into my path and made you look at me. Once I had your eye, I did everything in my power to make you love me."

"It didn't take much," Emma confessed. She rested her cheek on his shoulder. "I fell so hard, so fast. You have no defenses at that age."

"That works both ways, you know." Gage stroked her hair. "I had no defenses against you. I would have done anything for you, and I spent the next sixteen years trying to keep you, trying to be the man you deserved."

"We didn't trust it," Emma said. "I never realized until that weekend at the hotel that deep down, because I never knew why you chose me, I was always afraid it wouldn't last. It was that fear that made me keep silent when I should have spoken up. I was afraid if I put demands on you, you'd pull further away from me and I'd lose you altogether."

Gage wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. "You weren't the only one making that mistake, Emma. You're right, neither of us trusted what we had."

"I trust it now," Emma informed him. She burrowed into him, loving the way he held her so securely, so protectively. "Because I finally trust me. I trust that I'm enough for you, that I deserve you."

Gage kissed the top of her head. "We were lucky to find each other so young, and smart enough to know a good thing when we fell into it. And thanks to some experimentation, we have a red hot sex life."

"The best gets better," Emma agreed. "I bet nobody else in this neighborhood is warming up the leather in the back of their car, steaming up the windows, and getting very, very lucky."

"My wife is a naughty nympho." Gage reached down to squeeze her ass. "She's not content with occasional missionary sex in bed with the lights off. She puts on crotchless panties and tells me to take her to the backseat of my Mercedes and knock her up."

"Are you going to get around to that?" She squirmed in his lap, feeling his erection jutting into her through his pants.

"Yes." Gage stroked the curve of her bottom. "I am going to have you, right here in this car. And if I fail to knock you up on this round, I'll do you in every room in the house, in every position we're physically capable of, again and again, until you're either pregnant or too exhausted to continue."

Emma laughed. "I don't think we could get through all the rooms and all the positions in a single night."

"I'm committed to the goal." Gage shifted her forward
on his knees and unzipped his pants. "I like to have a plan and then focus on it until I achieve success."

"I love a man with a plan," she informed him. "I also love a man with a hard cock."