THIRTY-EIGHT
Molina woke slowly, revelling in the feeling of Lubos' warm body pressed against her back as he reached around her to cup her breasts. "More, my lady wife?" he whispered in her ear.
"Of course," she murmured back, sighing with pleasure as he eased into her from behind. Her belly was too big now for the frenzied lovemaking of their first nights together, or even on their wedding night, but still he'd found a way to fulfil his promise of making love to her every night, and every morning, too. His hands knew her body so well he soon had her gasping, then crying out his name, as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her. As ever, he waited for the third time before his shout for joy drowned out hers. An amazing lover and a loving husband – Molina could not ask for more.
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