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love?” he asked, rubbing my skin.
    I moaned out something, but I wasn’t sure what. He snickered, smacking me a few more times before putting three of his beautiful fingers inside my wet pussy.
    “Goddamn, you’re wet. You like it when it when I punish you?” he asked before pulling his fingers out and bringing me up to straddle his lap once more.
    “Only in bed, and even then, it depends.” I kissed him, reaching inside his pants for his cock.
    “When we’re in a car, like right now, I want you on your knees with those beautiful lips of yours on my dick, ” he said as I stroked him.
    “And if I say no?” I smirked, kissing his nose.
    “You really must love it when I take you from behind.” He grinned.
    “Don’t pretend like you don’t like it either. It’s more of a reward than a punishment, isn’t it?” I asked. Before he could answer, I slid down to his knees and took him into my mouth.
    “Fuck!” he moaned loudly, grabbing hold of my hair.
    I was proud that I could take most of him into my mouth, that was something that was far from easy.
    He thrust forward once before letting go of my hair, and pulling me back up to him. He didn’t even wait before thrusting forward and pushing me up against the window.

LIAM
    I loved my wife. There was no doubt in my mind that she was God’s personal gift to me, but…
    “I can’t believe you bought all this fucking shit,” I said, picking up the bottle of wine before joining her on our bedroom floor. There had to be at least fifteen to twenty paintings spread throughout the room.
    “What would you have done if you had to sit through that shit?” she asked, biting into her strawberry. I watched the juice run down the side of lips before leaning forward and licking it.
    “A napkin would have worked as well.” She rolled her eyes, as she wiped the corner of her mouth.
    “Yes, but then I wouldn’t have been able to taste you.” I grinned as I grabbed, a strawberry. “Plus, you love me, remember?”
    “That car ride was such a bad idea,” she said as she tried to stretch out the knot in her neck.
    “Blasphemy. Car sex is never a bad idea.” I would swear by it. “Besides, you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
    “What do you think that is anyway?” she asked, changing the subject to point to the painting closest to us.
    I looked closely and smiled. “I see two people having sex in the shower.”
    “It’s abstract.” She laughed.
    “I abstractly see two people having sex in the shower,” I whispered, pulling her to me.
    “Maybe you’re having a vision of the future. However, I see a hot bubble bath.” She smiled.
    I loved to see her smile.
    “I can work with that,” I replied, picking her up.
    I really loved my wife.

SIX
    “It is not enough to stare up the steps,
    we must step up the stairs.”
    — Vaclav Havel

DECLAN
    “Have you had sex yet?” Dr. Bell, our therapist, asked bluntly. I looked over at Coraline, who just stared down at her nails.
    “No, we haven’t,” I answered. “I mean, we were going to but…”
    “You weren’t able to get…”
    “No!” I snapped. I knew where he was going, and I didn’t like it. “My dick works fine, thank you.”
    “Then what happened?” he asked.
    “Our sister-in law cut in. That killed the mood,” Coraline replied.
    “How long ago was that?”
    “Five days ago,” I said.
    “And in those five days you weren’t able to get into the mood again?”
    Neither of us answered.
    “How long has it been since either of you have had sex?”
    “I don’t…”
    “Seven months, two weeks, five days and three hours,” I said, causing Coraline to stare at me wide-eyed. Even Dr. Bell stared at me oddly.
    “I’m good with numbers,” I said, sitting back in my chair.
    “I see,” he said. “The reason why I worry about it is because a healthy sex life is highly important in a marriage. It brings you closer together and allows you to see each other in the most intimate way. The longer you