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jeans and lowered his zipper, gaze
trained on his face. Her hands grasped his partially unbuttoned plaid shirt and
dragged it up over his head. He tossed it across the room, somewhat in the
direction of the hamper. Her hands flattened against his chest and they both
stilled.
    They’d been married for seven years, and suddenly it felt as
if they hadn’t been together for a single day. As if her touch were new to him.
As if this were the first time all over again. Considering how long it had been
since they’d done more than sleep next to each other, the feel of her skin on
his was new.
    Nicole’s hands were soft, but then again she was always
putting on some kind of lotion or getting her nails done. He loved the feel of
her skin coasting over his. How she was soft where he was hard.
    She slid her palms down his chest, over his abdominals and
returned to his jeans, pushing them down his hips, taking his underwear with
them. She eased the material to his knees before flattening her hands against
his chest again and shoving him back on the bed. He obliged her, lying on the
mattress and allowing her to continue stripping his clothing off.
    The desire for his wife warred with the guilt in his gut
that he’d left it to her to make this first move. With no encouragement from
him. They’d ignored each other as of late, maybe because that was easier than
dealing with the real issues.
    She dropped the last of his clothing into a pile at the foot
of the bed and stood back, her gaze roving over his naked body. He let her look
her fill, taking the moment to greedily drink in the image she painted—wild and
wanton.
    Nicole moved first, climbing onto the bed, forcing him back
onto his elbows while she straddled his thighs.
    She’d waxed recently, he could tell by the little landing
strip of fiery red hair on her mound. She took his cock in hand and stroked it,
holding his gaze as she did so. Once she’d been shy about sex, but over the
better years of their marriage he’d whittled away until she was a brazen beauty
about pleasuring either him or herself.
    Jake groaned as she stroked his length from root to tip,
applying just the right pressure. He thrust into her grip, a helpless movement
on his part. He was so hungry for her, and he’d missed this. The intimacy of
sex. The connection.
    Nicole scooted back until her knees were at the very edge of
the bed, lowered her head, holding his gaze, and pressed a chaste kiss to the
head of his cock.
    “Shit,” he muttered.
    Her hair spilled over his thighs, the silken strands
tickling slightly. She took him into her mouth and his eyes rolled back up into
his head. Her breasts brushed the tops of his legs as she bobbed up and down.
Her tongue traced the underside of his cock, teasing him.
    He lifted his hips, thrusting into her mouth, but she moved
away from him, chuckling. She had a wicked streak when it came to drawing out
the foreplay. He fisted the comforter and sucked in a deep breath.
    She glanced up at him while her tongue traced the underside
of his cock. The sight was straight out of a fucking dream. The full-length
mirror behind her provided the companion view of her pussy, glistening with
arousal. Ready for him.
    It was too much. He could feel the edge, and as much as he
liked coming in her mouth, this time he wanted to be in her. He wanted to feel
her pussy hug him and brand her his.
    Jake sat up, pushing Nicole off his dick. Her lips glistened
and pink stained her cheeks. He crowded her back against the headboard and
turned her onto her knees with less force than he once might have used. At the
height of their passion, Nicole had grown to crave a rough touch. For now, he
kept it as gentle as he could.
    She grasped the spindles of the headboard with both hands
and glanced over her shoulder through the tumble of hair. There was no
hesitation in her gaze, just a bold dare he was ready to answer.
    He thrust two fingers into her pussy. Her muscles gripped
him tight while wetness