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agreed.
    He nipped her upper lip as he let his finger slip inside her.  She clamped around the digit and both of them hissed.
    “ Este es mia ,” he mumbled against her cheek.
    “ Sí, la es tuya .”
    His fingers lingered for another moment, then he removed them from between her legs, making her mew in protest.  He kissed her shoulder again before standing in front of her, his eyes hooded and heady with a heat that set her ablaze.  This was much different from how he’d looked at her earlier, during their small wedding at the Founders Inn and Spa on Virginia Beach.  Ulrich, with all his infinite wisdom, had booked the date far in advance of her ever agreeing to be his wife.  So assured, so cocky, that he’d reserved December 31 st for their wedding; and because the justice of the peace and his commanding officer went way back, he’d managed to have their vows read upon the clock striking midnight.  She welcomed the New Year not only with a kiss, but with a new husband; and had she not been so busy crying and being moved, she would’ve cussed him out for his arrogance.
    But now, that reverential look entered his eyes again, the same look that had been there when he’d recited his vows to her, and Ulrich sank to his knees.  Never breaking his gaze, he rolled down the thigh-high stockings she wore, kissing her knees, then her thighs, once they were bared.  He buried his face into her abdomen and kissed her tummy, and the baby pushed back in reply.
    “I’m going to love your mother, now,” he whispered against Rosita’s belly button.  “Hope we don’t disturb you too badly!”
    Rosita laughed, raking her nails gently along his head, the short hairs of his head feeling good against her fingertips.  Ulrich groaned and leaned back, his eyes rolling in their sockets with pleasure.
    “What you do to me,” he murmured, and Rosita smiled.
    “Love you,” she replied.
    He grinned.  “Damn straight you do.”
    Ulrich eased her into a sitting position on the bed, then stripped out of his tuxedo.  Her mouth went dry as her eyes drank in every muscular curve of his toned body.  Her lips tingled with the urge to kiss and suck the light-caramel hue off his skin, and she slid her hand over her belly back between her legs.
    “Fuck, Rosa,” he muttered.
    She grinned and spread her legs wider, making sure he could see her slim fingers dancing along her drenched passage.
    “You are so damn beautiful,” Rosita said to him.  “ Mi esposo es tan guapo, virilo, y masculino. ”
    Ulrich licked his lips and shucked out of his pants and underwear, leaving him fantastically nude to her greedy gaze.  The long, hard, thick length of him jutted from the patch of inky curly hair below his stomach, and his hands closed around it, stroking.  Her pussy clenched around her fingers in anticipation, wanting that inside instead of its paltry substitution.  Her left hand dug into her thigh, the half-carat diamond of her platinum engagement ring, settled atop her platinum wedding band, twinkling in the muted light of the suite.
    He came closer, though he didn’t stop stroking himself.  When he kneeled before her, her fingers stopped moving, frozen at the prospect of his next action.
    “Spread your legs,” he ordered.
    Rosita almost came right then and there.  She had magnificent memories of his mouth on her.  Sometimes she’d be too tired for intercourse because he’d ring out multiple orgasms from her; but Ulrich was an unselfish lover, allowing her to lie there in bliss as he stroked her to yet another ecstatic plane with his cock deep within her.
    Once she was wantonly displayed before him, Ulrich buried his nose into her pussy, the tip of it become saturated with her feminine dew.  Rosita collapsed fully upon the bed as one of his hands kneaded the interior muscles of one of her thighs.
    “You smell good,” he groaned, his cheek against the lips of her vagina.  “Jesus, thank you.”
    She arched herself into his