He'd been reading a paperback novel with a lurid cover, but now his chin had dropped to his chest. The series of small, puffing breaths that always announced his slip into sleep had begun. His glasses had slipped to the end of his nose.
He woke when I removed the narrow wire frames and set them on the nightstand. His breath gusted hot against my chest and his arms went around me.
“What a nice view,” he murmured into my cleavage.
It had been more than a week since we'd made love in any traditional fashion, if you could call whatever love we'd ever made traditional. It was the longest I'd gone without him inside me since we'd been married. For a couple who fucked more often than we exercised, this had been an eye-opener.
Dan looked pleased when I straddled him, and even more so when I undid the row of tiny pearl buttons at the front of my gown. His hands slid up my sides to cup my bare breasts and push them together. I shivered when his tongue flickered out to taste me. My pulse instantly sped up.
He nuzzled his face against my skin, then used his mouth to pull gently on my nipples. One, the other, then back to the first. Underneath me, nestled along my cunt and ass, his cock got hard. The soft flannel of his pajama bottoms rubbed my bare skin. I wanted to rock my body against it, but held still.
“Take this off.” He didn't wait for me to comply, but lifted my nightgown over my hips as I tugged it over my head.
The tips of my breasts brushed his bare chest as I leaned forward to kiss him. His lips parted at once. Greedy. Hungry. I kissed him hard and threaded my fingers through his hair. I tipped his head back to gain access to his throat, where I nipped and sucked until he groaned and his cock pulsed beneath me.
I was naked, and Dan was still partially dressed, but I felt no disadvantage. If there was power being played, I was the one in control. If I'd had any ideas about drawing this out, they fled when his hand slipped between us and his thumb settled on my clit. It wasn't that I hadn't had any orgasms in the past ten days, but I hadn't had any with Dan inside me, and I could no longer stand to wait.
He made the noise I loved when I lifted myself to grasp his cock and guide myself onto it. I was already so slick with wanting there was no resistance when I slid all the way down. His eyes closed for a second as he arched to push himself deeper.
We sat that way without moving, our breath coming faster. My heart had started to pound. His thumb pressed again on my clit and a spasm of pleasure rocked me. I moaned.
His eyes opened. “Fuck, Elle, I love that sound.”
I laughed and moved on him; the laugh stuttered into a groan as he made small circles on my clitoris. He knew just how to touch me. I sat up, my hands on his chest for support, and rocked on his prick.
We took our time. In this position he couldn't thrust too hard, too fast or too deep. I could set the pace, but I had to do the work, too, and with my clit pressing his thumb every time I moved, I was content to go slow.
If marriage had made any sort of change in our lovemaking it was that we did it more often in the dark now. In bed, the way I imagined most “normal” couples did. I hadn't turned off the bedside lamp, though, and I was glad for the light to show me Dan's face. I loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, and the beads of sweat that formed at his hairline and turned his sandy hair the color of wet sand. I loved the way his blue-green eyes darkened as his pupils dilated with arousal.
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