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Reaching down he rubs my folds through the silk of my panties. "So wet, wife."
"You make me that way."
"Only me. No one else," he growls.
I don’t know where this caveman moment is coming from, but I lean forward and kiss his naked chest, biting just hard enough to leave a red mark. "Only you, Raff."
His trousers are in the way. He helps me get them off, our hands working in urgent tandem until he stands there gloriously naked. His big, muscled body gives off pheromones that have my vagina clenching and my heart racing.
Clasping his big shaft, he runs his hand up and down the length. "You make me so damn hard."
Precum weeps from the tip and I want to taste it. I drop to my knees and do just that, reveling in the familiar flavor. The essence of my husband.
Knocking his hand away, I curve my fingers around his velvet covered hardness. This is mine. I've got my own primitive responses going on inside me.
My fingertips do not touch. They never do, unless he's soft. And he almost never is when we are naked together.
Our gazes lock and I open my mouth to take more of his sex in. I lave my tongue back and forth on the underside of his penis and suck until my cheeks hollow out.
"Fuck, I've missed you," he growls.
I pull my head back and my mouth comes off of him with a pop. "Me, or this?" I tease. And then take him back into my salivating mouth.
His taste is addictive.
"It is all one package,amate. I'm fucking addicted to your body, but when you are gone, I miss everything about you."
The words settle into my heart like seeds that instantly bloom into something more.
I grab his butt and pull him toward me, taking him to the back of my throat and swallowing. It took me a long time to be able to do this without gagging, but we both love it.
He pulls back, allowing me to breathe before surging forward until his pelvis presses against my lips and his balls brush my chin.
"You are so perfect,amate."
I need to breathe, but I don't shift away from him.
He draws his hips back though, allowing me to suck in air through my nose. "I miss your spitfire personality."
I would smile, but my mouth is stretched too wide.
"I miss the sound of your voice." He surges forward again, dominating my throat.
Humming with approval, I draw another deep groan from my husband.
"I miss the sound of you breathing in the bed next to me." His voice is hoarse, heavy with passion.
I swallow over and over, bringing him to the brink.
But he jerks back again, allowing me to take another breath.
"Look at me, wife."
I shift my eyes up, his molten gaze, filled with emotion I don't dare name, trapping them. "I miss the way you smile and how it lights up your gorgeous eyes."
This time when he thrusts into my mouth, he shouts and hot, salty liquid shoots down my throat. I suck and lick him as he draws back, cleaning his still hard sex.
He lifts me up and carries me to the bed. "Your turn."
