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what you’d smell like, musk or roses. Roses, my
sweet,” he says in a husky voice shaking with passion.
He rubs his mouth against me— there. There. There. I
may die from the ecstasy of there and
spread my legs wider.
His tongue flutters against silk and I clutch his head gyrating
my hips against his mouth.
Don’t stop. Please, I beg you. Please.
I try to say the words aloud but I am so hot for him I cannot
speak. My heart is between my collarbones, choking me. I can understand now how
people confuse sex with love. When he screwed me with his jeanson, the feeling was
so good I thought I would die from the sensation. But this. This.
This makes me float up to the ceiling, my eyes
drowning in a cloud of lust.
Oh, God, he is peeling off my panties and I lift my
rump to aid him.
His head…his head is…between my legs and he places his
lips directly on me. I never knew this existed. My body takes on a life of
its own and my hips rock wildly trying to reach new heights.
I scream with passion and his tongue moves wildly against me
while his finger is inside me. My hips gyrate against his head and his finger,
needing to be filled...with more. More. More.
“No. No,” I moan but mean yes, yes. Don’t stop. Please,
for the love of God, do not stop!
My fear of losing myself, surrenders completely to the pleasure
he is giving me. I may faint with pleasure, as wave after wave hits me.
I grab his hair and shove myself against his lips. More! I lunge against him and cry out as passion sweeps me away and shudders rack my
body. The most beautiful feeling I have ever experienced engulfs my entire body
until I just might die from such ecstasy.
I gasp, moan, scream, and grow weak, my bones turning to
liquid.
Finally, I quit shuddering.
He smashes his lips against my lips, and the sensation of
tasting myself on his lips is odd.
“Thank you,” I shyly whisper into his ear. “That
was...magnificent. I never felt...”
He laughs and kisses my ear. “How polite you are. And do
your manners extend to birth control?”
I answer, “No,” and with stinging eyes watch as he jerks a
rubber from his pocket. His hands are shaking as he slides the rubber on, from
fear of getting me pregnant. We are married for heaven’s sake!
“I expect payment in like kind.” He grins, not in tune to
my hurt feelings.
Brad is the last man I want another child with so just get
over it! Enjoy the moment. Pleasure the man. Zip.
My touchiness turns to boldness, and I reach out and stroke Brad,
causing him to groan. “I’ll pay you back with interest,” I purr.
And I do.
Brad must be happy with my performance because for the first
time in our marriage, we spend the entire night together. Sleeping all
night with a man is safer than a screwdriver under the pillow. It is a novelty
waking up in the morning next to Brad. The sun is peeking through the blinds.I sit up and the blanket rolls off my body, which
tingles with remembrance of last night.
Brad looks so young sleeping on his side with his hair
mussed like a little boy. I will let him sleep a bit longer.
I tiptoe to the bathroom so as not to wake my sleeping
prince.
His cell phone rings and I open the door slightly to
eavesdrop.
Brad is garbling his words with choking and coughing.
I push and strain to finish my business.
The noise in the bedroom sounds as if Brad isgathering his clothes.
I quickly wipe.
There is a running on the stairs, a sliding across the
carpet, and a slamming of a door.
The bedroom is empty. My husband has fled.
He could at least have said good morning.
I stretch and yawn, feeling warm all over and cozy because
everything is right with the world. Brad did not snore last night and disturb my
rest leaving me refreshed after great sex, like a new woman, a better marriage,
and a happy future.
Mm. Maybe Brad scurried to cook breakfast. All these years
married, and I never suspected that the man knows his way around an egg.
I shower, dress, and hurry to
sweet,” he says in a husky voice shaking with passion.
He rubs his mouth against me— there. There. There. I
may die from the ecstasy of there and
spread my legs wider.
His tongue flutters against silk and I clutch his head gyrating
my hips against his mouth.
Don’t stop. Please, I beg you. Please.
I try to say the words aloud but I am so hot for him I cannot
speak. My heart is between my collarbones, choking me. I can understand now how
people confuse sex with love. When he screwed me with his jeanson, the feeling was
so good I thought I would die from the sensation. But this. This.
This makes me float up to the ceiling, my eyes
drowning in a cloud of lust.
Oh, God, he is peeling off my panties and I lift my
rump to aid him.
His head…his head is…between my legs and he places his
lips directly on me. I never knew this existed. My body takes on a life of
its own and my hips rock wildly trying to reach new heights.
I scream with passion and his tongue moves wildly against me
while his finger is inside me. My hips gyrate against his head and his finger,
needing to be filled...with more. More. More.
“No. No,” I moan but mean yes, yes. Don’t stop. Please,
for the love of God, do not stop!
My fear of losing myself, surrenders completely to the pleasure
he is giving me. I may faint with pleasure, as wave after wave hits me.
I grab his hair and shove myself against his lips. More! I lunge against him and cry out as passion sweeps me away and shudders rack my
body. The most beautiful feeling I have ever experienced engulfs my entire body
until I just might die from such ecstasy.
I gasp, moan, scream, and grow weak, my bones turning to
liquid.
Finally, I quit shuddering.
He smashes his lips against my lips, and the sensation of
tasting myself on his lips is odd.
“Thank you,” I shyly whisper into his ear. “That
was...magnificent. I never felt...”
He laughs and kisses my ear. “How polite you are. And do
your manners extend to birth control?”
I answer, “No,” and with stinging eyes watch as he jerks a
rubber from his pocket. His hands are shaking as he slides the rubber on, from
fear of getting me pregnant. We are married for heaven’s sake!
“I expect payment in like kind.” He grins, not in tune to
my hurt feelings.
Brad is the last man I want another child with so just get
over it! Enjoy the moment. Pleasure the man. Zip.
My touchiness turns to boldness, and I reach out and stroke Brad,
causing him to groan. “I’ll pay you back with interest,” I purr.
And I do.
Brad must be happy with my performance because for the first
time in our marriage, we spend the entire night together. Sleeping all
night with a man is safer than a screwdriver under the pillow. It is a novelty
waking up in the morning next to Brad. The sun is peeking through the blinds.I sit up and the blanket rolls off my body, which
tingles with remembrance of last night.
Brad looks so young sleeping on his side with his hair
mussed like a little boy. I will let him sleep a bit longer.
I tiptoe to the bathroom so as not to wake my sleeping
prince.
His cell phone rings and I open the door slightly to
eavesdrop.
Brad is garbling his words with choking and coughing.
I push and strain to finish my business.
The noise in the bedroom sounds as if Brad isgathering his clothes.
I quickly wipe.
There is a running on the stairs, a sliding across the
carpet, and a slamming of a door.
The bedroom is empty. My husband has fled.
He could at least have said good morning.
I stretch and yawn, feeling warm all over and cozy because
everything is right with the world. Brad did not snore last night and disturb my
rest leaving me refreshed after great sex, like a new woman, a better marriage,
and a happy future.
Mm. Maybe Brad scurried to cook breakfast. All these years
married, and I never suspected that the man knows his way around an egg.
I shower, dress, and hurry to
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