“I don’t trust myself to relax. I don’t trust myself to just enjoy you loving me. I think too much.”
Muscled arms enfolded her. “You are more enticing now then you ever were. Your body is sensual, but it’s you inside that turns me on the most. How about letting me try? You can tell me if it gets to be too much.”
“Yes.” She could barely say the word. Giving herself over to him sounded easy, until she did it. She got better at it each time, trusting him more in little bits. The muscles in her stomach trembled and ached.
A warm, calloused palm found the small of her back and propelled her into their dim bedroom. The scent of her sandalwood candle, though unlit, still carried in the warm air enveloping the room. This space was a safe haven she created to relax them. She
redecorated when they renewed their marriage vows. A new space for them to make new memories.
His hands slipped down, cupping her rear as he pushed her towards the bed. They stopped at the edge, and from behind her, he popped the button open on her skirt and smoothed the denim down over her thighs until it dropped to the floor. She stepped out of the circle of fabric as he ran his hands slid over her legs and hips, palming her stomach, then cupping her breasts. His hands felt like liquid heat on her skin, making her shiver as they skimmed her body.
Releasing her breasts, he slid his hands back down, grasped the hem of her shirt, and lifted it over her head. Then he pushed her forward, lowering her gently facedown to the bed where the beaded coverlet scraped her nipples, making them pebble.
He lowered himself over her, pressing her into the mattress, spreading her legs as he did so.
Her heart pounded in her chest at feeling him covering her. She arched her hips forward and pushed against him, her wet slit grinding into the rough denim containing his bulging erection.
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