Avery hooks my thigh over his shoulder as he buries his face deeper, and I grind against him without shame. Without reservation. I trust him to take care of me. To get me across the finish line. To light my body up and safeguard my heart. “I love you,” I whisper, tugging his hair. He pushes his tongue inside of me in response before pressing his thumb against my clit. I cry out his name and come hard. “That’s my good girl,” my husband praises me, moving up my body. When he hovers over me, he leans down to kiss me hard and I suck his tongue into my mouth, tasting my want mixed with his desire.
