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I kissed him before he could say anything else. I didn’t want to turn it into a speech. I just wanted him to feel it. I wanted every roll of my hips, every kiss, every moan and every time my pussy squeezed around his dick to say what I had been trying to put into words all night.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth and rode him harder, still slow but with more weight in it. Pressure groaned and started meeting me from under me, lifting his hips just enough to drive deeper while his hands held my ass open. My body shook against him, and I kept kissing him because I didn’t want to come apart anywhere but in his arms.

“I love you so much,” he said into my mouth, his voice rough. “You hear me?”

“I hear you,” I whispered. “I love you too.”

His forehead pressed against mine, and for a while, that was all we needed. His dick moved deep inside me, my pussy was wet and warm around him and our bodies stayed pressed together like neither one of us wanted any space to exist between us. I kept riding him with my whole chest against his, my titties soft on him, my arms holding him close and my mouth finding his every few seconds because kissing him made everything feel even more real.

I didn’t rush him, and he didn’t rush me.

I loved on my husband with my hands, my mouth, my pussy and every soft place in me that had been trying to find its way back to him. I gave him the part of me that still knew how to be tender, still knew how to be nasty and still knew how to make him feel wanted in the same breath that I made him feel loved. And Pressure gave it back to me.

He held me close, kissed me deep, rubbed my back, palmed my ass and kept his dick buried in me while he let me take my time. He let me love him the way I needed to, and every time his mouth touched mine, every time his hands tightened on my body, every time he moaned my name like it was the only thing he wanted to say, I felt him loving me right back.

All night, I stayed wrapped around him…

All night, I loved on my husband…

And all night, Pressure loved me back like he knew exactly how much I needed to feel it.

Greystone City

I had been at my job long enough to save my last two checks, and that made me feel like I was finally gettin’ a lil’ grip on my life again.

It had been a month and some change of me clockin’ in, sittin’ at that desk, answerin’ calls, checkin’ accounts and makin’ sure numbers matched what they was supposed to match.

Bein’ back to work after gettin’ shot felt strange at first, but I needed it more than I thought I did. I needed somewhere to be that ain’t involve me sittin’ around thinkin’ too much. I needed to wake up, get dressed, put my badge on and feel like my days had some kind of shape to ’em again.

The job itself wasn’t nothin’ too big, but it was grown enough for me. I was workin’ as a billing specialist, so most of my day was patient accounts, insurance stuff, balances, phone calls and clickin’ through the computer until my eyes got tired.

Some people on the phone had attitudes, some of the accounts ain’t make no sense and sometimes I had to ask the same question three different ways just to get the answer I needed, but I still liked it. I liked havin’ my own lil’ routine, my own desk, my own check comin’ in and my own money sittin’ in my account without me havin’ to hurry up and spend it before I even got used to seein’ it.

Couture had been makin’ that part easier too. He kept gas in my car, sent me money for food when he knew I was at work and checked on me without makin’ it feel like I was some helpless woman who couldn’t do nothin’ for herself. He just did what he felt like doin’, and I let him.

By the time Thursday came, I was ready to get out of this damn office. I had been lookin’ at accounts all day, and the last lady I talked to kept askin’ me the same question after I had already explained it twice. I kept my voice nice, though, ’cause that was the job. I clicked through her balance, gave her the same answer one more time, put my note in the system and ended that call with my customer service voice still hangin’ on by one lil’ thread.

When five o’clock hit, I logged out so fast I almost laughed at myself. The office was already shiftin’ into that end-of-day mood with chairs rollin’ back, purses gettin’ picked up and people tellin’ each other to have a good day like everybody hadn’t been waitin’ to run out of there since lunch. I grabbed my purse from under my desk, slid my phone in the side pocket and told the girl at the front I’d see her Tomorrow.

Outside, the heat was still sittin’ over the parkin’ lot, and my car felt like an oven when I opened the door. I got in, started it up and leaned back while the air came through the vents. Before I could even put my seat belt on, Couture’s name popped up on my screen.

I answered and put Couture on speaker. “Hey.”

Couture’s voice came through the car, smooth and calm. “Hey, baby. You off?”

I pulled my seat belt across me. “Yeah, I just got in the car.”

“Meet me somewhere real quick,” he said.

I looked down at the phone. “Where?”

“I’m finna send you the address.”

“For what?” I asked.

Couture laughed low, and I could hear that smile in his voice. “Just meet me there, baby. It ain’t nothin’ bad.”

I narrowed my eyes even though he couldn’t see me. “Hmm… okay then.”