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expecting.
    “Are you alright, love? Cat got your tongue,” he said pressing his lips to the top of my long wavy, chocolate-brown hair.
    I had forgotten that he once called me that. My eyes opened slowly to find myself staring into big, beautiful chestnut colored orbs. Gently placing a hand upon his cheek, I caressed the contours of his high cheekbones… I knew every inch of this face; I’d stared at it thousands of times before. My eyes never left his as they started to water from the sheer joy of seeing it once more.
    I cannot remember the last time I had dreamt of him. It had been that long, but it was so good to see him again, even if he was just a fantasy.
    “I’m perfect,” I finally replied after my heart started pumping blood again, while he continued to gaze deep into my eyes for a few more moments as if he were searching for something.
    That look pierced right thru me, reaching my very core, melting some of the ice that my heart had been encased in.
    Man , I wanted him. My body started screaming at me, but his eyes had me locked in place. His hand slid around to the back of my neck and gently pulled me forward to close the two-inch space between our lips. I’d never tasted anything so sweet or felt lips so soft, I thought to myself as his warm tongue danced with mine.
    An unfamiliar feeling ignited somewhere deep down in me that I hadn’t felt in forever.
    DESIRE!
    Warm. Hot. Burning desire.
    I moaned from the heat of it as it consumed every inch me. This was the kind of kiss that should have set the whole damn bed on fire. I haven’t wanted a real man in Gods knows how long… but I sure did want him… BAD!
    Before I could even stop myself, I was straddling him. With our mouths still tongue-tied, I marveled at the sheer size of his manhood as I plunged it deep inside of myself. I gasped for air, finally breaking our kiss. Not wanting to lose the feel of his lips on my body altogether, I arched my back and leaned in close, allowing him to lick a trail down my throat, past my collarbone, where he attached himself firmly to my awaiting breast.
    Wow , this is even better than I remember, I shuddered as my pelvic pace quickened. Benefiting from my pleasure spike, he growled deep in his throat as I rode him hard into the mattress.
    Rocking backwards a little too far broke the suction to my nipple. He tried to sit up, but I couldn’t allow that… not when our current position felt so damn good!
    Leaning forward, I let my other breast dangle in his face like bait until he caught it with his teeth. When my pace quickened once more, I sensed his urgency start to build. My body melted into his as his melted into mine and together we clinched at each other, willing ourselves closer (as if that were even possible). Unable to deny what our bodies needed the most, we both exploded and rippled with pure, unsaturated bliss.
    Oh my God! Burn baby burn.

    Sleepily, I opened my eyes in the morning to the feel of someone’s arms wrapped around me. I was taken back since I don’t remotely let my husband physically touch me nowadays, let alone, sleep in his arms.
    Gross!
    It felt like he was actually twirling a strand of my hair around his finger. Why the hell is this dude even embracing me in the first place?
    It was just like him to ruin my mood after a perfect dream like that. About to say some smart-aleck remark about his ass not being at work, he admitted to me, “I don’t know what got into you last night, but I liked it. No, let me rephrase that… I loved it!”
    Before I could even comment back, he was literally laying on top of me. Those beautiful chestnut orbs held me locked in place again as I stared back at him dumbfounded.
    This was definitely not my husband.
    He smoothed out the eyebrow that I must have held up and then kissed my lips tenderly.
    This is one long ass dream I’m having. Oh well, it must be my body’s way of telling me that I’m sexual deprived.
    My hand, having a mind of its own, ran over