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attention. “Want you inside me first.”
    Not one to leave a woman wanting, Russell laved and teased the other nipple as he had the first before pulling back. “We have all night. We can do many things. In many positions. In many holes.”
    “The rest of the night can worry about itself. I want you inside me now.”
    “Then maybe you shouldn’t have put this on. It’s giving me all kinds of naughty ideas.”
    “Not that you needed them.”
    “Not that I did.” Russell slid his large callused hands beneath the nighty and around to the soft curve of her ample bottom. He squeezed the thick flesh between his fingers before moving it back and delivering a sharp smack to her bottom.
    “Hey!”
    “You deserve that one and you know it.”
    Tamara pouted. “No fair leaving the other cheek unattended , too.”
    “I could not agree more.” He followed up his words with another light hand pop but this time on the other cheek before rubbing his stingy palm all over her behind. They might play around with a little slap and tickle here and there, but he would rather cut off his own arm before he hurt her. “You’re such a tease.”
    “I don’t tease you. Anything you want from me. I’d give it to you.”
    “Well , right now I want you out of this thing.”
    “Don’t you love it?”
    “Oh, I do. I’m just willing to bet I’ll love it even more on the floor.” He took hold of the bottom portion of the dress and gave it a couple of tugs, pulling it down past her stomach and to the floor. He glanced from his nude wife to the puddle of material on the floor then back at Tamara and grinned. “Right again.”
    Tamara placed her hands on her hips and let out a fake sigh. “You just love me for my body.”
    “That I do.” Unable to help himself, Russell leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her belly. Any other time he would have spent time talking to their unborn child, but right now, he needed to attend to his wife. “Climb on the bed, baby, and let me show you how much I love it.”
    Laughing , she did as he requested, but instead of lying down, she remained sitting. “I’m having a little hard time breathing on my back.”
    “For what I have in mind you don’t have to l ie down…just open your legs.”
    “I love the way you think.”
    Russell grabbed the pillows from the top of the bed and pushed them down behind her so she could lean back on them but not be horizontal. “Comfy?”
    “Very.”
    “Good,” Russell climbed on the bed between her splayed legs and let out a happy sigh. “I’m home.”
    “Home, sweet ho—” Her words cut off the second his fingers parted the damp curls covering her nether lips and his tongue touched her clit.
    He didn’t wait around for her to finish her sentence or come up with a new one. He was too busy feasting between her thighs. There were many things he loved doing for and to Tamara, going down on her was at the top of his list. Her taste and aroma drove him wild, as did the arousing noises she made whenever he did something she liked, and he always made it a point of doing something she liked.
    “Russell…God…yes…” Her cries urged him on as did the hand she planted firmly at the back of his head to keep in him place. For someone who said she didn’t want to come until he was inside her, Tamara was doing a very good impersonation of someone who was about to come.
    Because he was a jerk, he pushed against her hand, moving his mouth away from her ever so delectable pussy, but kept his fingers moving in and out of her wet, tight hole. “Still want to wait?” He gently blew across her clit after asking just to watch her quiver.
    “Stop playing,” she said as she shoved his face back against her.
    “Thought so,” he muttered before taking her clit between his lips and suckling as he pressed his fingers a little deeper inside to find her G-spot. It only took a few seconds of rubbing the sensitive section with his fingers to send her soaring. Her orgasm