“I am glad, because when we are linked, flesh to flesh,” Lugal said, twitching his cock inside her, “that is when I feel most alive—when I feel your soul essence mingling with mine. Nothing makes me happier than to think of us growing old together, Samantha. I will love and adore you just as much when you are eighty as I do today. I have spent a small eternity being young and I look forward to the winter years with my dearest heart.”
“Before we get outfitted for our rocking chairs,” Samantha suggested, “how about we rock our youthful, middle-aged world with some sizzling hot fucking?” She screwed herself down on his cock, loving the way it abraded her G-spot.
With the dexterity befitting a strong, skilled fitness trainer, Lugal lowered them to the bed, still joined cock to cunt.
As she lay beneath him, he explored her pussy lips, stroking them inside and out, before sinking his fingers into the crevice between her ass cheeks.
“You’re looking at me as if you’ve never seen my pussy before,” Samantha said, writhing as he slid almost all the way out and then jackhammered into her.
“Your sweet woman’s body is such a wonder to behold,” Lugal said between impassioned grunts. “So soft and pink and delicate, yet resilient enough to birth two babes, one right after the other. You are a living miracle, my love. I thank the gods each day for bringing you into my life. There is no greater gift I could ask for than to be the recipient of your love.”
As he gazed into her eyes, love shining from the windows of his soul, Lugal’s hips twisted and he did that remarkable screwing action that propelled his cock right to her G-spot. God in heaven that felt incredible.
Happy tears trickled from the corners of Samantha’s eyes. “And to think I almost passed up the salt and pepper shakers.” She clutched his arms, finding her rhythm as she met his deep, jarring strokes.
Lugal’s features skewed, perspiration beading at his temples and trickling down his cheeks as he pumped into her. “You wish to discuss cooking at a time like this?”
“No.” Samantha chuckled. “I’m talking about the estate sale, here at Henley House. I’d vowed to stop collecting things, especially salt and pepper shakers because I had dozens. Your box and bottle were hidden beneath the dusty old collection on the shelves in the basement. If I hadn’t dug the box out from beneath the bottom shelf, we never would have met.”
“And I would be awaiting my next possessor,” Lugal noted, the muscle in his jaw flexing.
Samantha’s voice caught at the unbearable thought of living without her beloved genie—her former genie. “Oh God, I don’t even want to think of that. I can’t imagine not having you in my life, Lugal. I love you, my darling, with all that’s in me.”
Lugal was silent for a moment as he gazed at her intently, setting her world afire with each magical thrust of his cock. His eyes never leaving hers, he reached down and found her clit, pinching it and eliciting a lengthy moan from his wife. His fingertips swirled over the sensitive bud and then he leaned down, close, taking the fine gold chain between her breasts in his teeth.
When he tugged on it, Samantha felt the unmistakable trembling sensation, the first waves of ecstasy whirling deep in her belly, ready to break, storming through her body with the familiar rush of intensity that never failed to accompany her spectacular Lugal-induced orgasms.
“And I love you with all that is in me,” Lugal said finally. His gaze never wavering, Lugal’s face contorted. His primal growl echoed off the walls as his hot seed gushed into her waiting depths. Before he was finished coming, Samantha’s climax triggered and, once more, they were carried together on lil to an.
“Do you feel it my love?” he said, collapsing atop Samantha and holding her close.
“What, darling?” She wound her fingers through his hair.
“The love we have just expressed for each other.” He placed his hand on Samantha’s belly and smiled. “It has manifested in the creation of a new life.”
Lugal was right, Samantha could sense it. “How much love and happiness can one woman stand before she expires from a severe overdose of unadulterated joy?” she asked.
Her husband grinned down at her, a devilish glimmer in his eye. “Let us find out,” he said, lifting her knees, his head sinking between her thighs. “We have the rest of our lives to discover the answer, do we not?”
Samantha’s heart soared as he worshipped her with his mouth.
“The rest of our lives…” she whispered, threading her fingers through his hair. “Yes…yes, my darling genie.”
About the Author
Daisy Dexter Dobbs has a valid reason for lying when she’s asked where she gets the ideas for her books. She knows most people wouldn’t believe the truth about the madcap mayhem that goes on in her daily life. Case in point: Imagine frantically trying to file your way out of a locked bathroom door with a teeny nail file, dressed in nothing but a too-small towel while you're waiting for a real estate agent and a family with three small kids to arrive for a showing of your house. Okay, now picture the contents of a box of just-delivered sex toys (purely for research purposes, you understand) strewn on the bed just outside that locked bathroom door. Mmm-hmm, it really happened.
Happily married to her soulmate, the award winning artist and writer believes in love, happily-ever-afters and the wondrous, magical escapism of reading and writing.
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