Featuring Grace on the occasion of her 17th wedding anniversary.

Without preamble, but with more than two decades of practice, he slid his thick rock-hard cock into my already dripping wet center. I gripped him hard. I couldn’t help it. While I would never call myself a morning person, there was nothing that got me hotter than wake-up sex.

“Fuck, Ev, that’s so good.” So good every time in our 17 years of marriage. So good every time since we took each other's virginity. “You feel amazing.”

“You feel even better,” he said as he moved oh-so-slowly.

I was dying for more but I knew better than to ask—he’d take his time no matter what I begged for. When he initiated, he drove. I knew I’d get what was mine, eventually. In the meantime, I luxuriated in his torturously lazy pace.