Free Dutch and Gina: The Power of Love by Mallory Monroe

goo-goo eyes I can get.”
    Christian frowned.   “With this body?” he asked.   “Your body is wonderful, are you kidding me?”   He walked over to her, moved behind her, and placed his arms around her small waist.   “I love your body.”
    “I mean this,” she said, rubbing over her small brown mound.
    “I love that too,” Christian said, rubbing her mound.   “And even after the baby comes and you still have a big tummy, I’ll still love every inch of your body.”
    Jade smiled.   This was the Christian she loved.   If only he would stop attempting to dictate every faucet of her life, including her career, then he would be everything she had hoped for.  
    Christian began rocking his body against hers, and the feel of her softness, and the smell of her sweetness, caused him to close his eyes.   He moved his hands from her stomach to her bare breasts and began to fondle them.   “I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want you,” he whispered in her ear.
    “Really?”
    “Really.”
    “Then have me,” Jade whispered back and Christian’s eyes popped open.  
    “I was hoping you’d say that,” he said as he quickly began taking off his suit coat, his tie, his shirt, unbuckled and unzipped his pants and removed them along with his shoes and underwear.   And then he sat her down on the side of the bed, his penis enlarging without any manual stimulation, and knelled down in front of her.  
    Jade laid back on the bed as he opened her legs and began to fondle her.   She closed her eyes as the feeling of his tongue moved along her folds, up to her clit, and kept flicking it with such wonderful movements that she began to groan.  
    And when he got on the bed beside her, and entered her from the back, her anticipation gave way to a reality that was even more intense.   Christian made love to her in a way that was so innocent, yet so powerful that she began to grind naturally to the movements of his expanding penis.   He did nothing fancy, he just moved in and out of her in a slow-drag rhythm, but it was as if he was her lover from way back.   Because she loved the feel of that slow-drag penis inside of her.   And all she wanted was for that penis to remain, to continue to engorge, to stay inside of her.  
    Christian, too, didn’t want their rhythm to be broken.   He moved within her vaginal folds with movements so slow and sensual that he felt the intensity along every vein of his dick.   And when he felt her climax, when her body’s muscles became constricted and all she could do was buck against his own body, it set off what he called his burst.   Because he released with a ferocity inside of her that caused his own body to buck.  
    And when they both could not bear it any longer and had to stop all movement, he wrapped his wife into his arms.  
    “I love you so much, Jade,” he said against her hair.   And she smiled.   Affection wasn’t something she was comfortable sharing.   Neither she nor her mother were those kinds of people.   But she’d been watching her stepmother, Gina, who wasn’t all that older than she was, and she saw the way Gina so easily responded to the president’s affections.   And just watching Gina made Jade hopeful.   It made her certain that she was at least getting better at it.
    “I love you, too,” she found the courage to reply.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
    FIVE
     
    Dutch and Crader stepped onto the private elevator inside San Francisco’s Burk Hotel, after a long, hard slog of a day.   Crader handed him his cell phone.  
    “It’s Gina,” he said.
    Dutch took the phone.   “Hello, my darling,” he said into the phone.
    “Hi,” Gina said with a smile.   She was at her dressing table in their bedroom now, preparing for bed.   
    “How’s the boss?”
    “He’s good.   He kept calling for you.   Daddy, daddy , he kept saying.   He misses you.   Like mommy.”
    Dutch