up and down her spine. Her flesh tightened around his
fingers as he continued to caress her core. When his mouth left her other breast, she assumed
he was going to bring his mouth to hers, but he didn’t.
He went lower on her body until his tongue found her sensitive nub. She moaned, her back
arching in response to his tongue which worked in circular motions on her. His fingers continued
their work inside her, and this time he didn’t stop when she came near the peak. Instead, he
kept going, and she was hardly aware of her whimpers. When she thought she couldn’t take it
anymore, her climax came. Her body shuddered in response as waves of pleasure came
crashing down on her. It seemed she spent almost a ful minute savoring each wave as it
lessened in intensity as he gently stroked her with his fingers and tongue. When she was ful y
satisfied, his fingers slid out of her and he brought his mouth back to hers to kiss her.
She reached between them and brought his erection into her, her flesh closing in around him,
welcoming him into her. He rocked his hips, his movements starting out slow. She worked with
him, matching his pace and wrapping her legs around his waist to pul him in deeper.
He kissed her cheek and then her neck. She sighed in pleasure and ran her hands to his waist,
noting his muscles as they strained with each thrust he made. His actions grew faster, more
demanding, and she strived with him, glad he was receiving pleasure from her as she had from
him. When he climaxed, he grew taut and groaned. He throbbed inside her, and when he
relaxed, she held him close to her, enjoying the way their hearts beat in unison.
He remained inside her for a few minutes, taking his time to kiss her and brush her hair from
her face. Smiling at her, he said, “I think the thunderstorm is over,” he said.
“Is it?” She turned her head to the window and realized he was right.
“I’l be right back.” He kissed her before he got out of the bed.
She watched him as he opened the window. The breeze drifted into the room, the smel of rain
stil in the air.
“Do you want the light on or off?” he asked her.
“Off.”
As he went to the dresser, she watched him, intrigued by his naked body and disappointed
when he turned down the knob on the lamp so that the room was, once again, plunged into
darkness. She wished she could spend al night feasting her eyes on him. He had a
wonderful y masculine beauty. He returned to the bed and she snuggled into his arms. After he
kissed the top of her head, she closed her eyes and soon fel asleep.
Chapter Six
When Mary woke up the next morning, she was aware of the gentle breeze coming in through
the open window. She smiled and snuggled closer to Dave. Opening her eyes, she saw that it
was almost time to get up for the day. Disappointed that she’d be leaving her husband’s warm
embrace soon, she closed her eyes and tried to savor every moment while she had it.
To her surprise, soft lips brushed her cheek. “Morning,” Dave murmured in her ear.
Tingles of delight raced up and down her spine. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw him
grinning at her in the early morning light. She returned his smile. “Morning.”
He leaned forward and kissed her.
Content, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss. Her body throbbed from
the memory of their night of passion. It was a shame she couldn’t spend al day in bed with
him.
“I love thunderstorms when they happen at night,” he whispered before he brought his lips to
her ear.
Aware of the way his hand cupped her bare breast, she softly asked, “You do?”
“Yes.” Lifting his head, he made eye contact with her and gave her the most deliciously wicked
grin she’d ever seen. “We end up making love.”
“We do?”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s the best way to distract you so you don’t think about the loud
thunder anymore.”
Giggling, she shifted her body closer to his,
fingers as he continued to caress her core. When his mouth left her other breast, she assumed
he was going to bring his mouth to hers, but he didn’t.
He went lower on her body until his tongue found her sensitive nub. She moaned, her back
arching in response to his tongue which worked in circular motions on her. His fingers continued
their work inside her, and this time he didn’t stop when she came near the peak. Instead, he
kept going, and she was hardly aware of her whimpers. When she thought she couldn’t take it
anymore, her climax came. Her body shuddered in response as waves of pleasure came
crashing down on her. It seemed she spent almost a ful minute savoring each wave as it
lessened in intensity as he gently stroked her with his fingers and tongue. When she was ful y
satisfied, his fingers slid out of her and he brought his mouth back to hers to kiss her.
She reached between them and brought his erection into her, her flesh closing in around him,
welcoming him into her. He rocked his hips, his movements starting out slow. She worked with
him, matching his pace and wrapping her legs around his waist to pul him in deeper.
He kissed her cheek and then her neck. She sighed in pleasure and ran her hands to his waist,
noting his muscles as they strained with each thrust he made. His actions grew faster, more
demanding, and she strived with him, glad he was receiving pleasure from her as she had from
him. When he climaxed, he grew taut and groaned. He throbbed inside her, and when he
relaxed, she held him close to her, enjoying the way their hearts beat in unison.
He remained inside her for a few minutes, taking his time to kiss her and brush her hair from
her face. Smiling at her, he said, “I think the thunderstorm is over,” he said.
“Is it?” She turned her head to the window and realized he was right.
“I’l be right back.” He kissed her before he got out of the bed.
She watched him as he opened the window. The breeze drifted into the room, the smel of rain
stil in the air.
“Do you want the light on or off?” he asked her.
“Off.”
As he went to the dresser, she watched him, intrigued by his naked body and disappointed
when he turned down the knob on the lamp so that the room was, once again, plunged into
darkness. She wished she could spend al night feasting her eyes on him. He had a
wonderful y masculine beauty. He returned to the bed and she snuggled into his arms. After he
kissed the top of her head, she closed her eyes and soon fel asleep.
Chapter Six
When Mary woke up the next morning, she was aware of the gentle breeze coming in through
the open window. She smiled and snuggled closer to Dave. Opening her eyes, she saw that it
was almost time to get up for the day. Disappointed that she’d be leaving her husband’s warm
embrace soon, she closed her eyes and tried to savor every moment while she had it.
To her surprise, soft lips brushed her cheek. “Morning,” Dave murmured in her ear.
Tingles of delight raced up and down her spine. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw him
grinning at her in the early morning light. She returned his smile. “Morning.”
He leaned forward and kissed her.
Content, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss. Her body throbbed from
the memory of their night of passion. It was a shame she couldn’t spend al day in bed with
him.
“I love thunderstorms when they happen at night,” he whispered before he brought his lips to
her ear.
Aware of the way his hand cupped her bare breast, she softly asked, “You do?”
“Yes.” Lifting his head, he made eye contact with her and gave her the most deliciously wicked
grin she’d ever seen. “We end up making love.”
“We do?”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s the best way to distract you so you don’t think about the loud
thunder anymore.”
Giggling, she shifted her body closer to his,
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