In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Four - Chapters 91-94 - Sex Stories

In a New York Minute - Part Twenty-Four - Chapters 91-94

... her restraints as he kissed her passionately.

“I want to make love to my wife,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck and nibbling her ear.

“Take me; love me,” she answered, still catching her breath.

Hard again, he entered her unhurriedly as he watched her swoon beneath him. The brutality of their demanding oral sex gave way to a gentler, more sensual coupling. The contrast was exquisite!

Deliberate thrusts created a slow burn deep in her belly, causing her hips to rise and fall in rhythm, each stroke edging them closer to climax. As he moved inside her, Mac whispered, “I love you, Grace. You’re my whole world, my reason for existing, the center of my universe.”

“I love you, Mac. No one has ever made me feel like you do—alive and cherished. You are the sun, the moon, and the whole damn sky. Yes, oh, God, yes!”

Their pace increased steadily until their hearts raced and their breath quickened. Suddenly, she arched her back as her body shook violently. The intensity of her orgasm surprised them both. Muffling her scream with a kiss, he allowed himself to let go, filling her with his seed.

Afterward, as he held her in his arms, he asked, “If the baby is a girl, can we name her Michelle?”

Grace smiled in the darkness. “I love that idea. And we can call her Mimi for short, after your grandmother.”

Mac pulled her closer into a loving embrace and said, “Is it any wonder I think you’re perfect?”

Grace curled into her husband, enjoying the afterglow of ...

... much-needed release combined with the feeling of security that came with being loved by Mac. He was the perfect one in her mind. Or maybe it was their being together that was sheer perfection.

Chapter Ninety-Three

Saturday brought their final day together as they enjoyed a relaxing pool day. It was just what the doctor ordered after a long, hard week.

Mac sat beside Franz, handed him a beer, and said, “I can’t thank you enough for your hospitality. And for knowing what my Gracie needed, even if I was too involved with work to notice it myself.”

“I’ve enjoyed having a full house again,” Franz said. “I hope you know you are always welcome to stay here when you come to Vienna. You are family, ja?”

“Ja,” Mac said, raising the beer. “To family.”

At the end of the day, it was time to pack and get ready to go home.

Although they had truly enjoyed some time at her father’s residence in Vienna, Johanna and Sal decided it was time to return to Florence to look for a larger villa for themselves. Franz wasn’t sure why since it didn’t appear that any biological grandchildren would be coming anytime soon. But Sal had assured Johanna they would buy a new home together so she wouldn’t have to imagine any number of women fucking her husband in his current residence.

Grace and Mac prepared to head home as well. They said their goodbyes and parted ways, each promising to keep in touch. It was still a little weird to Mac that his former lover and his wife had become so close. But ...