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beautiful breasts across my cock is an A+ effort."
    "I just wanted…"
    "I know. I do. I get it," he whispered, spreading her hips on either side of his. A brush of his fingers across her core told him she was more than ready. But that was her call, wasn't it? He wasn't going to take this away from her. He just wanted it to be for them both.
    The first time.
    "Love me as you will, woman. Just do it in a way that we can come together."
    "I think you're underestimating how hot I get when I'm giving you a blow job." She laughed under her breath as she lifted herself up and teased him by swirling his crown through her slippery folds. "But this works, too."
    He pressed his face into her neck as she found him with her entrance and eased down on him an inch, then raised up again. Another press. Again and again until he was buried to the root and she was writhing on top of him, trying to adjust to the stretch of him inside her.
    It was fucking tight. Hot, wet, wonderful. And so, so snug. Sliding into her was the best feeling in the world.
    He closed his eyes and settled his hands on her hips, squeezing her flesh tightly as she sank down his length. He thrust up into her as she settled each time, seeking that spot inside her that made her squeak and shiver, and when he found it, he took over, holding her in place as he fucked up into her.
    There was only so much receiving a guy could do before he just needed to make his wife come all over his dick.
    Everyone has limits.
    Blindly, Michael licked his way down her chest, seeking the valley of softness between her breasts, then one nipple—so sweet on his tongue—and the other—even sweeter.
    Back and forth he nuzzled her breasts until she wrapped her hands around his head and held him to her, their hips moving rough and fast together now. They were chasing it together, the orgasm that would mark their reconnection. It was merely symbolic, and really, did it matter if she came first and he followed? No. It would be a travesty if he couldn’t hold out and make sure she got there first, though. That would…well, there was only so much equality Michael could go in for. Unless it was a morning wake-up blow job, where she'd have him at a disadvantage, maybe.
    Jesus. His mind went blank as she ground against him, a shudder starting deep inside her and spiraling around his cock, milking him at the same time he was thinking of her mouth…
    He gasped against her breast as she pulled his hair, wrenching his head back so she could kiss him.
    He slammed into her one last time, holding her tight as he jerked his release deep inside her, their bodies fused as one everywhere possible.
    Their kiss slowly, reluctantly ended as she collapsed on top of him. He knew the feeling. He was boneless and heavy, completely spent.
    "That was great," she mumbled. "Really…great."
    "The best."
    "I love you."
    "Me too."
    After a beat, she giggled. "You got really rough there at the end. I liked it. A lot."
    "Six months of pent-up wanting you, I guess," he said.
    She giggled. "Here's hoping we don't need to wait another half-year."
    No risk of that. "I was thinking of blowjobs," he admitted.
    She laughed and buried her face in his chest. "Really?"
    "You've got a talented tongue. And I'm still an eighteen-year-old boy inside, who can't believe that this gorgeous, worldly woman is willing to get naked in my dorm room."
    She sighed and wrapped her arms around him. He tugged the edge of the quilt up and around her. Even though it was warm outside, the lodge was built from giant logs and was naturally cool.
    And they were covered in a well-earned sheen of sweat. Heather had to be cold.
    "You've always had more faith in our relationship than I have," she said quietly, her voice cracking.
    "Don't." He rolled toward her and pulled her in tight. "That's the absolute wrong thing to take away from me liking your blowjobs."
    She laughed, but it was a small sound. "I'm going to do better in that regard."
    "You do just fine."