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Sasha: Thank you so much for coming today. You made my birthday the best. I had so much fun.
Gwen: Me too, I miss you all ready. Send me all of your pictures as soon as you can.
Sasha: Open a FB account and I’ll tag you. Save me a time uploading them.
Gwen: Ugh… screw that. Just print them off like the olden days. You have a printer. Use it.
Sasha: And demote it from its legendary place on my shelf as head dust collector?
Gwen: Print the photos.
Sasha: Please… rude bitch. ;-)
Gwen: Please, you rude bitch. Better?
I can hear her laughter despite the fact she’s hundreds of miles away once more.
“Go to sleep,” Nathan grumbles directly into my ear. He nuzzles my neck and holds me tighter as I reach across to place my phone onto the table beside the bed. It crinkles on a sweet wrapper, reminding me that I really need to tidy up and stop eating junk in the bedroom before Nathan has a heart attack. Or I do from the number of snacks I’ve been consuming lately.
His teeth nip at my ear after I wrestle with him and the blanket to find a comfortable position. I end up sprawled on my back, one leg tossed over both of his. He reluctantly rolled onto his and now his fingertips trail lazy circles on the inside of my thigh. I love this feeling. It’s so tingly and relaxing, almost as good as having my back scratched. Almost. Not quite.
“You’re not sleeping yet,” he mutters sleepily as his arm creeps under my neck. He pins me to his side, both of my legs now over his. I must be heavy but he never complains.
“I want to start going to the gym.”
His body tenses. “Why?”
“To be healthy. We can go together. I know you enjoy working out.”
“Fine, go to sleep.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he mutters sleepily. I can hear the smile in his voice. “Now sleep.”
“Is it weird that I’m excited?”
“Gwen.” He warns, but I can tell he’s still tired.
“I’m kind of horny now though.” He stills at my words and I feel his cock thicken against the underside of my thigh. Giggle. “I get horny when I’m excited.”
“Well, who am I to deny my excited wife her fill of me?”
With a strength I was unaware of, he throws me from him and rolls on top of me. Normally he’d take his time, kiss my body and massage every inch of me with his hands, only sometimes allowing me the same. This time he’s almost feral as he seeks out the source of moisture between my thighs and when he’s convinced I’m wet enough to be comfortable, he thrusts inside and swallows my screams with his mouth.
Each thrust is more powerful than the last and the fullness of it causes a sweet, tingling burn so deep I feel it in my throat when I moan. My body shifts up the bed. Sensing this, Nathan places a hand on the top of my head, using me as an anchor and protecting my head from the headboard.
I’ve never felt it like this before with him. He’s never been this hard, this rough, this powerful. Tears spring to my eyes as the sensitivity he’s teasing below burns with more fire than ever before. I find myself on the brink of orgasm yet unable to grasp it, so my muscles clench with pleasure so potent it feels almost painful. My hips try to keep up with his but the speed and strength of him keeps me pinned.
“Oh God!” I cry out as that deep sensation finally unfurls its static wings and pumps a light through my veins that carries me in and out of consciousness.
Nathan releases a desperate roar so loud I’m forced to cover his mouth with my hand. When his eyes meet mine, it only triggers a longer climax shared by the both of us. Each frantic, unmeasured plunge takes us closer to the edge of oblivion and then suddenly, leaving us with a lingering wave, he stops and collapses onto me with a groan. His chest heaves heavily with his breathing which seems to have no natural pattern.
When the pleasure hums to a low murmur, I begin to feel the ache his welcome forcefulness has subjected my body to. As he softens, entirely spent and tired, I feel even achier at the loss of fullness.
“Wow,” he says softly and buries his entire face in my neck. His breath tickles. “I think I like tired sex with you.”
“Hmm,” I agree, too sleepy to respond in any language. “Shower?”
When he doesn’t move, I blink into the darkness and rub slow circles on his back and shoulders. Then my eyes widen when his breathing finally evens out, my lips parting with a silent gasp. This is the first time he has ever had sex without showering immediately afterwards.
