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of honey in the middle of her torso. I lick up every little bit of the sticky sweetness that coats her skin, taking my time— teasing her as I prolong my descent to where she wants me the most.
    “Roman…Roman, please! ” she begs.
    I lower to my knees, my face directly in line with her center. She’s so wet, her arousal making her lips swell. I stick my tongue out and lazily drag it up the length of her slit. Her deep, sexy groan makes my dick jerk and I know I can’t tease her any longer. I want her to come all over my tongue, and then I’m going to take her with my cock— her cock. Her big dick.
    I savor her, my tongue flicking her clit before I plunge it into her heat over and over again. She grabs a fistful of my hair, keeping me close, begging for more. I dip two fingers inside of her, curling them as I thrust. I suck hard on her sensitive nub until she unravels, calling out my name.
    I’m on my feet, my cock buried deep before she has a chance to come down from her orgasm. “ Roman! ” she mewls, throwing her head back as she continues to pant.
    I wrap my hands around her hips, holding her still as I pound in and out of her in desperation. “Shit, Logan—I can’t get enough of you,” I grunt.
    She brings her head up, her eyes staring into mine as she lowers herself onto her back. “Never,” she whispers, reaching for my hands. “I’ll never stop giving myself to you.” Wrapping her fingers around my wrists, she beckons me to let go of her hips, bringing my hands up around her tits. I squeeze and she arches her back, bucking her hips, making me wild. I thrust harder, faster—chasing my climax, needing hers.
    When her pussy tightens around me, her lips open in a perfect O as she moans in ecstasy, I fall over the edge right along with her. Once I’m empty, my cock milked dry, I collapse on top of her. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders, holding me as we both work to catch our breath.
    “I think we need a shower, baby,” she murmurs suggestively, her fingers finding their way into my hair.
    I prop myself up just enough to look into her eyes, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You’re insatiable tonight.”
    “Love my big dick,” she says with a grin.
    I press a kiss against her mouth with a chuckle. “Love my pussy,” I reply, pulling out of her. She pouts and I kiss her again before lifting her from off of the table. She squeals and giggles, clinging to me as I carry her to the shower.
    Love those sexy lips. Especially when she pouts.

A FTER THE SUNDAY I had, I’m reluctant to open my eyes Monday morning.
    Roman and I stayed up all night Saturday, loving each other and adoring one another’s bodies. When morning came, I didn’t want to get out of bed—I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving my man’s arms. Roman felt the same way, insisting that it was too cold outside to leave the bed, so we played hooky and skipped church. We laid around, talking and dozing until we got hungry. Roman let me stay in bed while he got up to make us coffee and toast a couple bagels.
    In the afternoon, we decided to go through my purchases from the day before. I agreed to take some of the items back. But after I tried everything on for him, he told me to keep it all. My ridiculously silly man.
    Now, as Roman covers my shoulder with sweet kisses, I wonder how Monday morning got here so quickly; I wonder if it’s completely necessary that I wake. Without opening my eyes, I turn to face my husband and he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. He kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my chin—then his lips touch my nose and I smell it. His toothpaste . When his lips meet mine, I can’t help but laugh.
    “What’s funny?” he murmurs against my mouth.
    I grin, my eyes still closed. “You got out of bed and brushed your teeth.”
    “Mmmhmm.” I can hear the smile on his face. He knows how awful I think his morning breath is.
    “You want to get laid .”
    “Yup,”