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"Nadi."
A breathy, desperate moan pours from Harry's mouth like a fountain of devotion, paired with his two favorite syllables entwined with pleasure. The sight of his wife straddling him and gripping his ankles with her head thrown back in ecstasy is heavenly. Her nipples are perky under her tank top as she grinds in smooth motions, each movement making her angelically gasp.
Harry's cock aches from the way she's clenched so tight around him, so perfectly to the point that he's nearly seeing stars on the ceiling. His whimpers transpire faster as he edges closer to release what he's been patiently waiting for all day. As soon as Nadine's family walked out the door after a long day of holiday festivities, he quite literally begged on his knees to let her take care of him. She had been teasing him all night, and he didn't mind pleading like an insatiable madman while leaving fierce kisses on her thighs until she ultimately gave in.
Nadine currently rides him, her silver earrings swaying with every back-and-forth motion, and he can see on her face that her pleasure is coming from herself only. She doesn't even need to look at him, purely moving her body to get herself off by using his.
His physical daydream was soaking him with her divine rapture. How did he get so lucky?
Harry rasps another soul-stirring moan, then blindly reaches his hands upwards to take Nadine's shirt off. She stops him with a palm to his perspiring collarbone. "No, I'll get cold," she says, short of breath.
He doesn't argue and just sits up so he can pull her chest to chest with him, feeling her skin melt against his. The new position is easy to adjust to, and the pleasurable knot in his stomach tightens significantly due to the proximity.
"Please, Nadi. Tell me you're almost there."
"I'm waiting for you," she says before muffling a whine into his shoulder. "You've been such a good boy, ma lune."
When Nadine rocks one final, paradisiacal grind against him, Harry uses the last of his strength to gently push her onto her back so he can release inside of her while hovering over her. Eyes pinched shut, his vision swimming, he shudders through his intense orgasm with satisfied, broken moans. Behind his eyelids is a celestial kaleidoscope, which is all because of his Aphrodite lying beneath him.
She releases shortly after him, clenching around his cock as he rubs soothing circles on her clit to stimulate her even more. She always looks so ethereal when she falls apart from a lustful climax. Her tan skin acquires an alluring glow, and her eyebrows pinch together as she brings his head down to kiss his needy mouth.
Drowning in her euphoric sounds, Harry murmurs, "Come back to me, rêveuse. Nadi, look at me." The brown eyes of his goddess slowly gaze upon him. "There you are."
Once she comes down from her high, he places his palm over her haywire heartbeat, then pulls out from her and leaves the bed to start aftercare. He takes precious care of her in the following minutes, cleaning her with a warm, damp washcloth and then tying her hair into a ponytail. She's so beautiful even while simply lying on the sheets, dazed with serenity.
