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trail up and around my breasts. He groans, making my blood pound forcefully. I begin to sweat from pure need.
    Raw, untamed, and unbridled need.
    I pant, completely vulnerable and needy. “Please.”
    His eyes flash to mine. He pushes me back and undoes the button on my jeans. His eyes burn into mine as lust and hunger ooze off him. His hands slide up my hips and grip the edge of my jeans and thong, dragging them down inch by inch.
    Eyes, no longer trained on mine, now linger on my pussy. His breathing intensifies. My hips move of their own accord, silently begging him for more. His hands stroke from my ankles, slowly moving up my legs to my thighs. He stops short of where I need him most. I shut my eyes, urging myself to be patient. I take a deep, calming breath just as I feel pillow-soft lips land at the center of my pubic bone.
    Everything in me stills. Completely.
    My world tilts and turns as he drags his mouth lower and lower. I can’t breathe, think, or move for fear he’ll stop. I shiver, adrenaline accosting my frame. His lips graze my cleft, his fingers part my folds gently, and his tongue flicks my clit. I cry out, breathless and overwhelmed by the feelings flooding my body in waves so rough they are drowning out every conscious thought.
    It’s been almost seven months since we’ve had sex. Since we’ve had any intimacy at all.
    “Cooper. God, Cooper,” I moan, unable to contain the ecstasy.
    His head lifts. “I’ve missed you, Kylie. Nothing’s as good as this. Feeling you, feeling what belongs to me. It’s been too long. You taste even better than I remember, baby.”
    His eyes glisten like the sun reflecting off a shiny surface, slicing right through me. I want him inside me. I want his cock to fuck me so deep that every anxious, broken, and tormented thought I’ve had over the last six months disappears.
    “Cooper, come closer please,” I beg.
    “No, not yet. I need to see you come” he says. “I need to feel you let go. I need to taste it. We have time. I don’t want to rush this. Please.”
    I nod, but I can’t stop pleading. “Okay, but please…” I can’t get the rest out.
    His finger grazes my clit in intoxicating circles, sending me straight to heaven. He pushes his tongue into my core, putting pressure on the tender nub. Fast, hot, blinding heat ignites so fiercely within me that my orgasm strikes without warning. I cry out his name as tears slip from my eyes.
    I feel euphoric, blissful, and sated from my Cooper-induced high. I crack my eyes open, catching his lazy grin. My heart falters. My breath catches.
    He stands up and strips off his pants and boxers. I freeze. Is this really happening? My body, already burning, hums with renewed excitement. I stare as he turns around, his cock jutting out as hard as lead.
    Oh, God. I bite my lip, drawing blood. I’m so lucky to have a husband with a body like his. I crook a finger, urging him closer. I reach for his hand, pulling his body tightly against mine.
    His face hovers close, his chest brushing my breasts. “I’ve missed you so much, baby. I know we’ve been having a hard time, but it’s not you. It’s never you. I need you to know that.”
    I want to respond, but the feel of his cock sliding through my wet folds and teasing my entrance stops me. He pulls back, and his eyes hold mine prisoner as his heart captures my soul.
    “I love you,” I whisper, every feeling, thought and emotion laid bare before him.
    “I love you too, always.” He lays his forehead against mine. “There’s never a moment I don’t. Please, I need you to understand that.”
    Closing my eyes, I snuggle deep into the crook of his neck, savoring his skin, his body, his essence. I breathe him in, letting his scent swirl through me. I accept the love he’s giving me and bury the sadness that has threatened to overtake me for the last six months.
    He’s here. With me. As close as he can get. It gives me comfort. It renews my mind to fight another day. To