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starting to gather, from somewhere far away. Her knees were weakening at the familiar, delightful feel of his skin on hers. And every time he rocked, his cock moved a little closer to her mouth and her clit slid against his ankle. She nuzzled into his groin. Felt the silky skin against her lips.
    One of the things she loved about John was the noise he made in bed. Those low moans, the soft, emphatic swear words, were enough to make her wet without even touching him. Now, as she took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked it hard, he whimpered as though he were almost in pain.
    â€œOh god, Lucy, please,” he said.
    She flicked her tongue back and forth over the globe of his glans, and smiled.
    â€œI like it when you beg,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the floor beside her. She needed to feel him intensely, intimately—there was a feeling like the tiniest flame between her legs and it had to be paid attention, coaxed into life.
    â€œI want your tongue on me.” She pulled his hand to the place she wanted it. “Right here. Lick me.” She felt herself blush as she said it—these were not the kind of words she’d exchanged with her husband for as long as she could remember—if ever. Not sober, not out loud. But she kept going, and the nerves only seemed to make her bolder. Lit up the blood in her veins. As John knelt in front of her and slid the point of his very skilled tongue right between the lips of her pussy, she kept talking.
    â€œYes, yes, yes.”
    He worked at her, lightly and with total concentration. Every so often, he would pull back and look up at her, that strange new frown still darkening his brow. And she would grip his hair and move him back into place, to feel that sweet, sweet tongue on her again.
    â€œKeep going, baby.”
    At last, he pulled back, pushing their discarded clothes aside, tossing stray pieces of Lego and odd shoes across the room, clearing a space. He shoved her knees apart, and she grabbed him by the hips. They were moving fast now, no longer tender.
    â€œNo need to rush,” she said, warning him. “Two hours.”
    He barked a laugh. “Unlikely. I think I’d implode.”
    â€œMake it last,” she said. “I want to feel every minute with you, John.”
    Then he stopped. She saw his eyes dull. “Why d’you say that?”
    â€œWhy do you think? I’ve needed this for so long. Missed it.” She ran a hand down the hard, sculpted curves of his arm, over the softer skin of his belly. She knew his body so well, but it was a revelation every time she unwrapped it and saw it naked. Now, she noticed a new scratch on his side—from fixing the fence last week, and how the hairs on his chest were starting to spring upwhite instead of brown. The way his shoulders were starting to curve.
    â€œYou make it sound like it’s the last time.”
    Her eyes widened. She buried her hand in the scribble of his pubic hair and held on tight.
    â€œGod, I hope not. Not yet.”
    His shoulders relaxed, and he shook his head. A smile broke out on his mouth and he closed his eyes, let himself lean into her hand.
    â€œLucy. I never know what’s going on in your head.”
    â€œThat makes two of us,” she said, working her hand lower, reaching for his erection. It had faded a little, but she felt him leap under her touch. “Most of the time I’m just getting through the days.”
    â€œI thought you’d…”
    â€œWhat?”
    He sighed. “Stopped. Wanting me.”
    â€œAre you mad?” she fastened on his cock tighter than she’d meant to, saw him jolt a bit.
    â€œSorry.”
    â€œIt’s okay. No, don’t stop. Please. And no, I’m not mad, just tired and sleep deprived and confused, and it may be the same thing.” His voice was starting to break as she worked his cock nearer to her, pulling him in to her body and spreading her