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“Have you used one with someone?”
“I have many times. I have also tried many positions, and I’m always up for trying more.”
She lowered her face, and I had a feeling that her cheeks were pink, but the lighting was too dark to see for sure.
“How often did you have sex with your husband?”
“Maybe once every two weeks?”
“Damn! Was that his choice or yours?”
“I had sex with him anytime he asked.”
“So, he only came to you once every couple of weeks to have sex?”
She nodded. Most men needed sex a lot more than that. It was no wonder he brought STDs home to her.
“You mentioned that he gave you STDs. I assume you took care of those.”
She nodded. “Yes. I think out of everything, that was the most embarrassing thing I had to deal with. Three times he gave me something, nothing detrimental, but enough that I needed to be treated. After the final one, I started getting tested monthly, then every other month. I was tested about two months ago, and we hadn’t had sex in four months, and all my tests were negative.”
Well, that was damn good to hear. “I’m glad you weren’t seriously harmed by one of them.”
“Me too.”
I set my glass down and got to my feet. Whiskey watched me and stared up at me expectantly. I held my hand out to her. She stared at my hand for a moment, and then slipped hers into mine and came to stand before me.
I laced my fingers with hers and used my other hand to cup her cheek, “Whiskey, let me show you what making love is all about. You don’t have to be afraid to ask for what you want with me. You can do or try anything your heart desires.”
Her gaze heated, and I felt a slight shaking in her hand. “I don’t know what I want.”
I pulled her face closer to mine. “Then we will figure it out together, sweetheart.”
I kissed her tenderly at first, and then each kiss grew more passionate. After about the fifth kiss, she raised up on her toes and wrapped her arms around my neck. I pulled her to me, holding her tightly against my chest.
I brushed kisses along her cheek, over her jawline, and then toward her ear. There, I nibbled her earlobe and whispered. “What do you want, Whiskey? You can have anything your heart desires.”
She didn’t speak at first, but then her reply was husky and filled with raw desire. “Make love to me, Smoke.”
“Do you burn for me, Whiskey?”
“Yes, constantly,” she breathed.
That was all I needed. I shifted to scoop her into my arms and continued kissing her as I got her settled. Then I carried her into the house and toward my room. It was time to put this fire out.
