sensitive. His hand caressed her tummy so lovingly, she knew he was thinking of their baby growing inside her. Now, when his fingers again slipped between her legs, she was soaking wet for him.
Usually, they made love with one of them on top, but tonight that would put a strain on her back. Wade must have realized that, because he slid down under the covers, kissing all the places his fingers had caressed.
She raised her leg, an invitation for him to bury his face between her legs where she was slick and swollen.
He settled his mouth at the entrance to her body and her thighs gripped him, encouraging him as he licked and sucked, teasing her toward climax.
She lifted the covers. âTwo can play that game, mister.â
Quickly he shifted under the bedding until heâd reversed direction so his feet were at the head of the bed. His mouth, though, was in the very same place, the exact place she wanted it.
In the warm, dark cave created by the sheet and duvet, their bodies adjusted to match each other, having done this so many times before. She smelled the enticing musk of mutual arousal, then closed her mouth on him, sucking him in.
He moaned with pleasure.
Heâd long ago taught her exactly the way he liked to be touched. Exactly where and when to lick, how to pump her hand on his shaft, when to suck and slide.
Once, after heâd been out drinking with some guy friends, he told her that the single ones said it must be boring always having sex with the same woman. He told her the guys were such losers; they didnât get it. Perfect sex could never be boring. And that was what the two of them had together.
Oh yes, perfect.
Her thighs clenched, her breath caught. Wade knew exactly what she wanted, and gave it to her: that final firm suck of the taut bundle of nerves that controlled her pleasure.
When she spasmed and shuddered against his mouth, he held her, gentled her through it.
Her own mouth and hands had stopped their erotic play while she gave herself over to her climax, but when her body relaxed and her thighs released him, she got back to business.
Chapter 7
Rose hadnât returned yet, and Wade guessed she was calling her husband to give him an update. Henryâd been at the hospital earlier, after dropping Jessie at school, but then had gone to work. This afternoon, heâd pick Jessie up from school and take her to his and Roseâs house, where Andie would baby-sit.
Alone with Miriam, Wade leaned forward to kiss her forehead and murmur, âI love you, honey.â
Her lashes fluttered and she smiled, but she didnât open her eyes.
She was in a world of her own, one where he couldnât join her.
He rested his head on the pillow beside hers. Just for a moment. Just to breathe her in, to feel the tickle of her hair against his cheek. He wished he could take off his clothes and slip into bed with her, to cradle her in his arms and keep her safe.
She made a little âmmmâ kind of sound.
It reminded him of last night, when theyâd been naked together in bed. He closed his eyes, remembering. So good . . . Making love with Miriam was always so good....
And last night, man had it been special.
In the dark world under the covers, Wade gave himself over totally to sensation. The world held only him, his wife, and their love. There wasnât a single thing to worry about.
With the taste of her climax sweet on his lips, her slender hand pumping his swollen shaft, and her warm, wicked tongue and lips licking and sucking him, pressure built quickly. He had no reason to hold back, so he didnât, letting his own orgasm pour through him and into Miriamâs mouth.
After, he could barely move. Exhausted and boneless, he somehow managed to drag himself back up the bed so his head was on his pillow. âLove you, honey,â he said. âSleep well.â
âLove you, too, sweetheart.â She yawned, then turned and wriggled herself into the curve of
Usually, they made love with one of them on top, but tonight that would put a strain on her back. Wade must have realized that, because he slid down under the covers, kissing all the places his fingers had caressed.
She raised her leg, an invitation for him to bury his face between her legs where she was slick and swollen.
He settled his mouth at the entrance to her body and her thighs gripped him, encouraging him as he licked and sucked, teasing her toward climax.
She lifted the covers. âTwo can play that game, mister.â
Quickly he shifted under the bedding until heâd reversed direction so his feet were at the head of the bed. His mouth, though, was in the very same place, the exact place she wanted it.
In the warm, dark cave created by the sheet and duvet, their bodies adjusted to match each other, having done this so many times before. She smelled the enticing musk of mutual arousal, then closed her mouth on him, sucking him in.
He moaned with pleasure.
Heâd long ago taught her exactly the way he liked to be touched. Exactly where and when to lick, how to pump her hand on his shaft, when to suck and slide.
Once, after heâd been out drinking with some guy friends, he told her that the single ones said it must be boring always having sex with the same woman. He told her the guys were such losers; they didnât get it. Perfect sex could never be boring. And that was what the two of them had together.
Oh yes, perfect.
Her thighs clenched, her breath caught. Wade knew exactly what she wanted, and gave it to her: that final firm suck of the taut bundle of nerves that controlled her pleasure.
When she spasmed and shuddered against his mouth, he held her, gentled her through it.
Her own mouth and hands had stopped their erotic play while she gave herself over to her climax, but when her body relaxed and her thighs released him, she got back to business.
Chapter 7
Rose hadnât returned yet, and Wade guessed she was calling her husband to give him an update. Henryâd been at the hospital earlier, after dropping Jessie at school, but then had gone to work. This afternoon, heâd pick Jessie up from school and take her to his and Roseâs house, where Andie would baby-sit.
Alone with Miriam, Wade leaned forward to kiss her forehead and murmur, âI love you, honey.â
Her lashes fluttered and she smiled, but she didnât open her eyes.
She was in a world of her own, one where he couldnât join her.
He rested his head on the pillow beside hers. Just for a moment. Just to breathe her in, to feel the tickle of her hair against his cheek. He wished he could take off his clothes and slip into bed with her, to cradle her in his arms and keep her safe.
She made a little âmmmâ kind of sound.
It reminded him of last night, when theyâd been naked together in bed. He closed his eyes, remembering. So good . . . Making love with Miriam was always so good....
And last night, man had it been special.
In the dark world under the covers, Wade gave himself over totally to sensation. The world held only him, his wife, and their love. There wasnât a single thing to worry about.
With the taste of her climax sweet on his lips, her slender hand pumping his swollen shaft, and her warm, wicked tongue and lips licking and sucking him, pressure built quickly. He had no reason to hold back, so he didnât, letting his own orgasm pour through him and into Miriamâs mouth.
After, he could barely move. Exhausted and boneless, he somehow managed to drag himself back up the bed so his head was on his pillow. âLove you, honey,â he said. âSleep well.â
âLove you, too, sweetheart.â She yawned, then turned and wriggled herself into the curve of
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