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The things her smell does to me. I feel animalistic. This has to be by design. Maybe there's some survival of the species reason. I should research it. But now right now. Right now, I'm busy.
Janey's hands cup the back of my head, and she spreads her legs the tiniest bit. Just enough for me to get a little taste. I don't stay long, despite her happy sounds, because the tail of her shirt is hitting me on the top of the head, and it's annoying the crap out of me.
I stand and pull her toward me, pressing her back into the counter. I take the bottom of her silky shirt, and I push it up slowly, exposing that lush tummy, and the mounds of her breasts in a blue lacy bra. She raises her arms for me, and the shirt is gone. Then she's flush against me, her head tipped back and her eyes closed. They flash open when I drop to my knees again. Her mouth falls open. I can feel my smile against her thigh. Then I'm feasting, and she's gasping.
I live for this sound. For her gasps and moans, her thrashing. I even love her fingers tugging at my hair. I got into a slap fight with Nick a couple of months ago, because he pulled my hair.
She can grab it as much as she wants.
I don't rise until she's shivering and shaking. Until the moans and panting have faded into happy sighs. I feel like I could fight off a swarm of ninjas. A gang? What is a group of ninjas called? Janey's fingers tracing over my arms brings me back to now. To her.
Pleasing her satisfies something in me I didn't know was lacking. A part of being a man that I never explored before. It's part of the same need I have to take care of her. I feel that about all the people I love, but with Janey, it's more. Much more.
I stand, and Janey's hands are on me, pulling and tugging at my clothing. She steps out of my arms, moving to drop to her knees, but I catch her and pull her flush against me again.
"I can't wait, Wife. It's been too long. And I've wanted you too badly. All I've been dreaming of lately is getting inside you." I pause to press another kiss on her lush lips. "And naps. I dream about our naps. I really miss those."
Her eyes are heavy-lidded with desire as she looks up at me. Without saying a word, I grab my pants off the floor, pull out the condom I stashed in my wallet, then drop the pants and wallet back onto the floor. I stare down at my fingers.
They're shaking.
I'm shaking.
Janey's hands cover mine, and I raise my eyes to meet her gaze. It's hard to take. There's so much emotion in her face. So much love. She hasn't said it, but her feelings are clear for me to see.
She takes the condom from my hand, and slowly rolls it on. Her hands on me make my tongue tingle. I grab her tight, wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her up onto the counter.
"I wish we had a bed,” I say distractedly. “It was supposed to be in bed with candles or flowers or something."
Her hands brush my hair back, then she cups my cheek. "It's perfect because it's you and me. We're together, and that's all that matters." She raises her lips to mine, and I disappear into our kiss, until she widens her legs and runs her hands down my back to my ass, pulling me into her.
I knew she would feel good. I understand the mechanics of the act. But I'm not prepared for how tight she is around me or how amazing it feels when she squeezes me. I drop my head to her shoulder as the pleasure rushes through me. It's almost too much to bear. The way she welcomes me into her body as if she were made just for me. The way she wraps herself around me. The way she whispers encouragement in my ear. It's all sensory overload of the best kind.
And the little sighs of pleasure that escape Janey's lips as we move together make me feel invincible. I'm thrusting without a plan. I was supposed to be smooth and calculated, instead, I feel like a teenager in the backseat of a car.
Panicked, I pull back and immediately miss her heat.
"Jonas," she says with a throaty growl. "Don't stop."
I drop my head to her breasts, the lace of her bra a strangely pleasant scratchy on my cheek. How did I skip taking that off? "I'm losing control. I wasn't doing it right."
I'm not sure what I was expecting. Maybe another gentle cup of my cheeks, or a soft stroke of my back. Instead, she grips my hair tightly in both hands and pulls my head back to meet her glare.
"Stop it. There is no right or wrong. This is about us, and what we want. What feels good to us. Don't bring a bunch of bullshit in here with us."
"You just swore," I say dumbly, staring at her.
She snorts and lets go of my hair. "I can swear. I just don't very often."
Suddenly, there's something I can't live without. I need it desperately. I pull her into me until my cock is nudged up against her opening. I stay there, barely inside her, and drop my lips to her ear. "Janey, I need you to do something for me. Please." She nods and squirms, trying to pull me closer. I resist, kinda proud that I still can. But I want this too badly to give in yet. "Ask me to fuck you."
She wheezes in a breath, and her grip tightens on my shoulder. But bless her generous heart, she does it. “Husband,” she whispers, her words slow and hesitant. "Fuck me."
My hips move without direction, surging back into her. There's no more talking. I'm not capable of it. All I can do is move, and feel, and give myself a mental talking to. Don't you dare come first. Don't you dare ruin this. I'm smart enough to not say it out loud. I don't want to get my hair pulled again.
Or maybe I do.
I liked it.
