and gave his shoulder a tug.
Philip flipped over and wrapped her snug in his embrace. But she knew it was only natural for a husband to want his wife near, the sexual needs of a man’s body for a woman’s. Or just maybe, it was his way of expressing the love he still had for her; a woman who’d meant the world to him. She’d missed him too and allowed him to cherish those memories.
Cherish her.
Dawn burrowed herself into that embrace, reclaiming her place as his wife, his lover, and his best friend. Fuck his family. This was their marriage. How complete she felt, how safe and loved. From the smell of fresh linen body wash to the whiff of Philip’s late-night breath, it was where she belonged.
Philip pressed his lips to her cheek, then against hers in a kiss so passionate it rekindled desire she hadn’t felt in years. Her response was instinctive and filled with desire. His fingers traced the length of her arm and before she knew it, he’d stripped away the little clothing she wore and cupped her naked breast in his mouth.
She caressed his bare chest and stroked her way to his boxers, slipping them off, then pulled him on top of her.
“I miss you,” she mumbled beneath him.
“I miss you, too,” he panted, easing himself into her, deep as he could, then he kissed her, passionately, like a starved man and her mouth was nourishing and satisfying .
They moaned with ecstasy as his pelvis thrusted, soaking in every bit of her from the inside-out, taking them to the height of forgiveness. Their bodies rocked harmoniously, sweaty and passionate to a vociferous orgasm.
Bittersweet fatigue consumed them.
But in her heart, she knew it would take more than great sex to make them whole again.
If ever.
She needed more. She wanted things to be the way they used to be. She yearned for the way they used to laugh together, the way he used to look at her, smile at her, touch her, and tell her how beautiful she was to him. But she didn’t feel beautiful anymore. Was it because she bore three children? Had the excess weight caused her to look different? Unattractive? Of course, she thought. Out with the old and in with the new. She was old news. A has been. And Philip never made her feel any better about herself.
She heard footsteps pattering across the loft, then one set shuffled into the bathroom and another down the steps. Faintly they heard the toilet flush and a kitchen cabinet open and close. Porcelain dishes tinkered. The boys were fixing bowls of cereal.
Dawn sat up in bed and reached for her clothes. "Are you hungry? I can put a pizza in the oven or some hot wings and fries." Philip didn't respond. She looked over her shoulder. He'd fallen sound asleep.
She slipped back into her clothes and headed downstairs. It was the perfect opportunity to spend quality time with the kids – the boys at least (Sierra was definitely asleep in her bed for the rest of the night) – even if they were just eating cereal and racing to the finish. She’d enjoy just watching the laughter on their faces. Making memories.
Dawn’s joy was her children.
Chapter Four
One hundred and five degrees of dry desert heat. Zero humidity. The scorching heat swelled from the Nevada mountains in stifling hot surges. Philip’s tee-shirt was soaked with perspiration and riddled with droplets of blood – his sinuses were taking a beating. It would be months before his body grew accustomed. If, at all. He wasn’t too keen with the one-man manual labor team, either; however, the eleven boxes in the back of the U-Haul truck contained his family’s necessities, including
Philip flipped over and wrapped her snug in his embrace. But she knew it was only natural for a husband to want his wife near, the sexual needs of a man’s body for a woman’s. Or just maybe, it was his way of expressing the love he still had for her; a woman who’d meant the world to him. She’d missed him too and allowed him to cherish those memories.
Cherish her.
Dawn burrowed herself into that embrace, reclaiming her place as his wife, his lover, and his best friend. Fuck his family. This was their marriage. How complete she felt, how safe and loved. From the smell of fresh linen body wash to the whiff of Philip’s late-night breath, it was where she belonged.
Philip pressed his lips to her cheek, then against hers in a kiss so passionate it rekindled desire she hadn’t felt in years. Her response was instinctive and filled with desire. His fingers traced the length of her arm and before she knew it, he’d stripped away the little clothing she wore and cupped her naked breast in his mouth.
She caressed his bare chest and stroked her way to his boxers, slipping them off, then pulled him on top of her.
“I miss you,” she mumbled beneath him.
“I miss you, too,” he panted, easing himself into her, deep as he could, then he kissed her, passionately, like a starved man and her mouth was nourishing and satisfying .
They moaned with ecstasy as his pelvis thrusted, soaking in every bit of her from the inside-out, taking them to the height of forgiveness. Their bodies rocked harmoniously, sweaty and passionate to a vociferous orgasm.
Bittersweet fatigue consumed them.
But in her heart, she knew it would take more than great sex to make them whole again.
If ever.
She needed more. She wanted things to be the way they used to be. She yearned for the way they used to laugh together, the way he used to look at her, smile at her, touch her, and tell her how beautiful she was to him. But she didn’t feel beautiful anymore. Was it because she bore three children? Had the excess weight caused her to look different? Unattractive? Of course, she thought. Out with the old and in with the new. She was old news. A has been. And Philip never made her feel any better about herself.
She heard footsteps pattering across the loft, then one set shuffled into the bathroom and another down the steps. Faintly they heard the toilet flush and a kitchen cabinet open and close. Porcelain dishes tinkered. The boys were fixing bowls of cereal.
Dawn sat up in bed and reached for her clothes. "Are you hungry? I can put a pizza in the oven or some hot wings and fries." Philip didn't respond. She looked over her shoulder. He'd fallen sound asleep.
She slipped back into her clothes and headed downstairs. It was the perfect opportunity to spend quality time with the kids – the boys at least (Sierra was definitely asleep in her bed for the rest of the night) – even if they were just eating cereal and racing to the finish. She’d enjoy just watching the laughter on their faces. Making memories.
Dawn’s joy was her children.
Chapter Four
One hundred and five degrees of dry desert heat. Zero humidity. The scorching heat swelled from the Nevada mountains in stifling hot surges. Philip’s tee-shirt was soaked with perspiration and riddled with droplets of blood – his sinuses were taking a beating. It would be months before his body grew accustomed. If, at all. He wasn’t too keen with the one-man manual labor team, either; however, the eleven boxes in the back of the U-Haul truck contained his family’s necessities, including
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