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hand, strong fingers buried
in the hair at the back of her neck. He replaced his hand with his
lips, kissing and nibbling his way down to her bountiful breasts.
He lavished attention on them while her hands roamed through his
thick, lush hair. He drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard at
first and then gently before repeating the process on the other
side. He rolled her onto her back, still suckling at her
breasts.
He leaned back on his knees, gazing
down at her naked body spread out before him. She smiled wickedly,
a finger tracing around a pert nipple before it made a fascinating
journey to her warm center. While that finger worked industriously,
she cocked her other finger at him and beckoned him closer. Joe
knew what she wanted and was only too happy to oblige. Grabbing her
hand out from between her thighs and collecting the other on his
way, he pinned both hands to the bed above her head and poised
himself above her, looking down with an expression brimming with
desire at the woman he loved.
She arched herself upward, trying to
connect their two bodies together but he would not allow it. He
teased her, using the tip of himself to touch her sensitive places
over and over without the satisfaction of filling her like she
wanted. She mewled in protest of his unfair treatment. "Say it," he
breathed.
"Please...," she begged.
"Say it!"
"Joe, please!"
"Tell me what I want to hear, baby,
and I'll give you what you want..."
"Fuck me," she whispered. He plunged
into her suddenly, burying himself to the root and crashing his
lips down on hers at the same time. He removed his hands from hers
and buried them in her hair; her hands suddenly free, she grasped
his strong ass in each hand and drew her legs up around him, trying
to pull him into her farther though such a thing was not possible.
He moved slowly, at first, a slight flexation of hips and muscle
that sent shockwaves through her. She matched his pace, coming
swiftly several times in succession before he decided he'd had
enough waiting. He increased his speed, pumping in and out of her
faster and faster, and she kept up with him, rising to meet him at
each thrust until they came together, crying out in the dark and
clinging to each other as their pleasure burst over them like the
waves of the surf on the shore.
Joe lay still, propping himself above
her for a few moments to catch his breath and kiss her one more
time before pulling out of her slowly. He rolled over onto his
back, one arm across his forehead while inviting her to snuggle
into him with the other. She fit perfectly in the hollow of his
shoulder, head pressed into his massive chest while he caressed her
back. She felt perfectly loved, completely contented, and
absolutely happy in that moment. She wished it would never
end.
Eventually, Joe asked about her day
and she told him about her conversation with Martha. "I can't think
of a title for the new cookbook, though," she concluded. "Any
ideas?"
"Something that indicates it's for
diabetics might be good. And I didn't want to mention it at the
time, since I thought it might ruin the mood," he grinned down at
her, "but you are lighter than you were a month ago."
"You mean, paler, right? You're
telling me I've lost my nonexistent tan?"
"No smart ass. Like when I was
carrying you down the hallway to fuck the daylights out of you. As
in not as heavy as you were which doesn't matter to me because I
love you but thought you might want to know. That kind of
lighter."
"Seriously!?"
"Seriously. Go check the scale if you
don't believe me. When was the last time you weighed
yourself?"
"I don't know...," she said slowly.
But she did. The last time was only a couple of weeks ago and the
scale hadn't budged so she'd given up on any type of weigh-in,
disgusted with herself.
"Well, you know I don't want you weigh
yourself every day. Once a month is plenty. But I can tell there's
a difference."
"I'm going to check!" and she bounced
off the bed in a very interesting
in the hair at the back of her neck. He replaced his hand with his
lips, kissing and nibbling his way down to her bountiful breasts.
He lavished attention on them while her hands roamed through his
thick, lush hair. He drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard at
first and then gently before repeating the process on the other
side. He rolled her onto her back, still suckling at her
breasts.
He leaned back on his knees, gazing
down at her naked body spread out before him. She smiled wickedly,
a finger tracing around a pert nipple before it made a fascinating
journey to her warm center. While that finger worked industriously,
she cocked her other finger at him and beckoned him closer. Joe
knew what she wanted and was only too happy to oblige. Grabbing her
hand out from between her thighs and collecting the other on his
way, he pinned both hands to the bed above her head and poised
himself above her, looking down with an expression brimming with
desire at the woman he loved.
She arched herself upward, trying to
connect their two bodies together but he would not allow it. He
teased her, using the tip of himself to touch her sensitive places
over and over without the satisfaction of filling her like she
wanted. She mewled in protest of his unfair treatment. "Say it," he
breathed.
"Please...," she begged.
"Say it!"
"Joe, please!"
"Tell me what I want to hear, baby,
and I'll give you what you want..."
"Fuck me," she whispered. He plunged
into her suddenly, burying himself to the root and crashing his
lips down on hers at the same time. He removed his hands from hers
and buried them in her hair; her hands suddenly free, she grasped
his strong ass in each hand and drew her legs up around him, trying
to pull him into her farther though such a thing was not possible.
He moved slowly, at first, a slight flexation of hips and muscle
that sent shockwaves through her. She matched his pace, coming
swiftly several times in succession before he decided he'd had
enough waiting. He increased his speed, pumping in and out of her
faster and faster, and she kept up with him, rising to meet him at
each thrust until they came together, crying out in the dark and
clinging to each other as their pleasure burst over them like the
waves of the surf on the shore.
Joe lay still, propping himself above
her for a few moments to catch his breath and kiss her one more
time before pulling out of her slowly. He rolled over onto his
back, one arm across his forehead while inviting her to snuggle
into him with the other. She fit perfectly in the hollow of his
shoulder, head pressed into his massive chest while he caressed her
back. She felt perfectly loved, completely contented, and
absolutely happy in that moment. She wished it would never
end.
Eventually, Joe asked about her day
and she told him about her conversation with Martha. "I can't think
of a title for the new cookbook, though," she concluded. "Any
ideas?"
"Something that indicates it's for
diabetics might be good. And I didn't want to mention it at the
time, since I thought it might ruin the mood," he grinned down at
her, "but you are lighter than you were a month ago."
"You mean, paler, right? You're
telling me I've lost my nonexistent tan?"
"No smart ass. Like when I was
carrying you down the hallway to fuck the daylights out of you. As
in not as heavy as you were which doesn't matter to me because I
love you but thought you might want to know. That kind of
lighter."
"Seriously!?"
"Seriously. Go check the scale if you
don't believe me. When was the last time you weighed
yourself?"
"I don't know...," she said slowly.
But she did. The last time was only a couple of weeks ago and the
scale hadn't budged so she'd given up on any type of weigh-in,
disgusted with herself.
"Well, you know I don't want you weigh
yourself every day. Once a month is plenty. But I can tell there's
a difference."
"I'm going to check!" and she bounced
off the bed in a very interesting
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