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after month of periods coming to shame her with their failure.
Somehow she knew…those days were gone.
The universe couldn’t be so cruel as to mock the union they’d joined in tonight.
At the heart of everything was this.
Joe.
“Hi,” he whispered against her lips as he moved the barest bit within her tender pussy.
“Hi.”
“Not sure where you went just now, but I missed you.” Gentle strokes of his fingers through her tangled hair swelled her heart to unimaginable proportions. “Must have been somewhere good to put those stars in your eyes though.”
“Those are all because of you, Joe.”
They traded languorous kisses and ground against each other, more interested in feeling every inch of skin on skin than the acute pressure of his cock in her pussy or a finger on her clit.
Morgan explored his back, ribs and ass, as much of him as she could reach. She loved him as best she knew how. With everything she had, primarily her heart and soul. Without words, without vigorous motion, without carefully placed touches on pressure points, they idled in bliss.
And still the energy they generated lifted them inexorably toward a pinnacle they reached together.
Instead of an explosion, their synchronized release was a cleansing spring shower. They came in unison. Hope, love and unending happiness stole away the pain they’d unintentionally inflicted on each other over the past year and replaced it with optimism. Along with the certainty that the moment marked a new beginning for them, their family and a love that would never die.
Joe overflowed her pussy with come though only the clench of his ass and the subtle tightening of his jaw gave any hint of his surrender.
They came in silence.
Staring into each other’s eyes.
At the beginning of everything important.
Chapter Four
Kayla spied Morgan fanning herself with the lovely straw hat she’d purchased from a kiosk at the trendy, open-air mall they enjoyed frequenting on nice days. Unusual for the woman who ordinarily basked in the heat of summer, always trying to talk the gang into tanning by Kate and Mike’s pool, not that it was a hard sell.
So what if Kayla attended more for the cocktails and girl talk, preferring the contrast of her pale, unwrinkled skin to the bold swirls of colored ink decorating it? That’s what SPF 80 was for. They hung out and Morgan toasted herself golden, sans lines. Which fairly often led to the guys coming home from a job site to snarfle dessert before grilling out. Exactly how their wives liked it.
Today Morgan had complained at least fifty times that the glorious temperature seemed oppressive, even after a double helping of fresh berry sorbet, which Kayla was more than happy to indulge in as well. Protesting the humidity in a whine, Morgan had actually started to annoy Kayla, a nearly impossible task.
Which might explain why Kayla had strutted more quickly than usual down the cobblestone lane. Well, that and the fact that they approached the shop housing the dress she’d been lusting after for weeks. Their pace certainly couldn’t account for the fatigue plaguing Morgan, though. Unfortunately, the other woman slowed to a near crawl, then paused in the shade of a tree at exactly the worst possible place for Kayla’s self-control. “Can we cross the street at least, Mo? It’s on the way to our cars. There’s a bench over by the fountain there if you want to re—people watch for a few minutes.”
She’d almost said rest .
The instinctive denial Kayla expected didn’t bubble from Morgan. Odd, since the woman was on the go all day, every day, running her bakery. A stroll through the mall should not have warranted a break. Typical Mondays, when Sweet Treats stayed closed, meant recipe research, epicurean experiments, buying supplies or component prep for the week ahead. Still, Morgan never seemed to lose her focus or her drive.
Kay had been pleasantly surprised when her friend had texted and begged her to play hooky
Somehow she knew…those days were gone.
The universe couldn’t be so cruel as to mock the union they’d joined in tonight.
At the heart of everything was this.
Joe.
“Hi,” he whispered against her lips as he moved the barest bit within her tender pussy.
“Hi.”
“Not sure where you went just now, but I missed you.” Gentle strokes of his fingers through her tangled hair swelled her heart to unimaginable proportions. “Must have been somewhere good to put those stars in your eyes though.”
“Those are all because of you, Joe.”
They traded languorous kisses and ground against each other, more interested in feeling every inch of skin on skin than the acute pressure of his cock in her pussy or a finger on her clit.
Morgan explored his back, ribs and ass, as much of him as she could reach. She loved him as best she knew how. With everything she had, primarily her heart and soul. Without words, without vigorous motion, without carefully placed touches on pressure points, they idled in bliss.
And still the energy they generated lifted them inexorably toward a pinnacle they reached together.
Instead of an explosion, their synchronized release was a cleansing spring shower. They came in unison. Hope, love and unending happiness stole away the pain they’d unintentionally inflicted on each other over the past year and replaced it with optimism. Along with the certainty that the moment marked a new beginning for them, their family and a love that would never die.
Joe overflowed her pussy with come though only the clench of his ass and the subtle tightening of his jaw gave any hint of his surrender.
They came in silence.
Staring into each other’s eyes.
At the beginning of everything important.
Chapter Four
Kayla spied Morgan fanning herself with the lovely straw hat she’d purchased from a kiosk at the trendy, open-air mall they enjoyed frequenting on nice days. Unusual for the woman who ordinarily basked in the heat of summer, always trying to talk the gang into tanning by Kate and Mike’s pool, not that it was a hard sell.
So what if Kayla attended more for the cocktails and girl talk, preferring the contrast of her pale, unwrinkled skin to the bold swirls of colored ink decorating it? That’s what SPF 80 was for. They hung out and Morgan toasted herself golden, sans lines. Which fairly often led to the guys coming home from a job site to snarfle dessert before grilling out. Exactly how their wives liked it.
Today Morgan had complained at least fifty times that the glorious temperature seemed oppressive, even after a double helping of fresh berry sorbet, which Kayla was more than happy to indulge in as well. Protesting the humidity in a whine, Morgan had actually started to annoy Kayla, a nearly impossible task.
Which might explain why Kayla had strutted more quickly than usual down the cobblestone lane. Well, that and the fact that they approached the shop housing the dress she’d been lusting after for weeks. Their pace certainly couldn’t account for the fatigue plaguing Morgan, though. Unfortunately, the other woman slowed to a near crawl, then paused in the shade of a tree at exactly the worst possible place for Kayla’s self-control. “Can we cross the street at least, Mo? It’s on the way to our cars. There’s a bench over by the fountain there if you want to re—people watch for a few minutes.”
She’d almost said rest .
The instinctive denial Kayla expected didn’t bubble from Morgan. Odd, since the woman was on the go all day, every day, running her bakery. A stroll through the mall should not have warranted a break. Typical Mondays, when Sweet Treats stayed closed, meant recipe research, epicurean experiments, buying supplies or component prep for the week ahead. Still, Morgan never seemed to lose her focus or her drive.
Kay had been pleasantly surprised when her friend had texted and begged her to play hooky
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