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Authors: Jess Dee

Tags: #romance, #romantic comedy, #womens fiction, #erotic romance, #friends and lovers, #romance adult fiction, #international setting, #friends and sex, #beach and vacation

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His skin was hot to the touch, and the
sprinkling of hair on his chest abraded her nipples and bare
breasts. The muscles in his arms and chest flexed as he pulled her
closer, held her tighter, and she melted into him, molding herself
to the hardness of his body.

This closeness, this desire to touch had
nothing to do with sex and everything to do with finding each other
again. Connecting on a basic level.


Jesus, Zo.” His hand was
in her hair, stroking through it, caressing her scalp. “Missed
this, babe. Missed you.”

Unable to talk through the lump in her
throat, Zoey whimpered into his chest and dug her nails into his
back. How on earth had she gone so long without touching her
husband? How had she held herself at a distance, when there was no
place in the universe that felt as good, or as safe, as being right
here in Theo’s arms?

She burrowed in closer, pressing every inch
of her skin against him.

Theo leaned over and picked her up, carrying
her across the lounge room and into the bedroom. He settled her on
the bed on her side, lay down facing her and pulled her along the
length of him.

She slipped a leg between his, tangling her
foot around his shin and calf, and he covered her thigh with his.
Her arms were wound around his neck, and his around her back. Her
nose was burrowed in his neck, his in her hair.

Words were unnecessary. All Zoey needed or
wanted was to be held, like this. And to hold Theo, like this.
Minutes passed. Maybe even hours. And though her arm went numb
under his weight, she refused to move.

Zoey was finally back where she
belonged.

The comfort and pleasure of being exactly
where she wanted to be seeped through her body. Her muscles unwound
and relaxed, and her skin tingled wherever it touched his. Zoey
fell asleep like that, both content with where she was and aching
for how long it had taken her to find this place again.

 

 

She awoke with that same content feeling,
that same ache and something more. Pleasure pooled in her belly and
heat stroked up her spine. Goose bumps covered her flesh, and a
turbulent storm raged in her veins.

Zoey was not only awake, she was aroused.
Her nipples were tight, her breasts swollen, and her pussy
throbbed. Exquisite sensation trailed along the length of her
thighs and ass.

She’d fallen asleep on her side, wrapped in
her husband’s arms, but woken on her belly with her arms buried
beneath the pillow on which her cheek now rested. Theo was not
beside her.

But he was close. Zoey heard his soft
breaths and smelled his spicy scent. And she felt the warmth
emanating from his touch, scalding her skin wherever his hands
stroked.

Up the back of her legs, over the curve of
her ass, across her lower back and down again.

A sigh of pleasure slipped from her throat,
and she shifted, widening her legs so Theo could reach the
sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.

Air wafted over her now-exposed pussy,
making her gasp. The fan whirred on the ceiling, sending a cool
breeze over her heated core. And then Theo’s fingers were there,
their heat obscuring the coolness.

He stroked her pussy with that same light
caress—hard enough to tantalize and gentle enough to leave her
squirming and craving more.

He gave her more, dipping his finger between
her lips.

Liquid oozed from her channel, coating her
folds. Theo took full advantage, gliding his fingers along her
slit, spreading the moisture up high over her clit and down low
between her ass cheeks.

Rendered helpless from the pleasure, Zoey
shivered. The more Theo touched, the wetter she became, and the
more exquisite the glide of his fingers felt, making her pussy
throb.

He muttered something unintelligible, his
hand disappeared and the springs in the mattress jostled. Her legs
were pushed apart as a male body settled between them. Strong hands
gripped her thighs, opening her wider. Hair tickled her ass and
scraped her inner thighs, and silvery heat speared her pussy.

God.
Theo was going down on her.
Again. While she lay naked, her backside exposed and her breasts
squashed against the covers, he lashed her cunt with his
tongue.

It felt incredible. Better than incredible.
Wickedly delightful. Sinfully exciting. And arousing as hell. She
clawed at the sheets, panted into the pillows and mashed her pussy
to his face, needing everything he had to give.

And Theo gave. Holy moly, did he give,
lifting her hips off the bed so he could reach beneath her and
tongue her clit. Just as Zoey thought it couldn’t get
better—because seriously, what was better than her husband’s mouth
on her pussy and his tongue on her clit?—he grabbed her butt
cheeks, pulled them apart and licked from her clit over the seam of
her lips and all the way up the crease of her ass until he tongued
her tight ring of muscle.

Zoey buried her mouth in the pillow and let
out a shriek of ecstasy. Theo hadn’t done that in a while. It
rocked her world. Then he rocked it harder, slipping a hand beneath
her body and stroking her clit.

This time, Zoey didn’t bother with the
pillow. There was no need to muffle her screams. Theo was the only
person around—and she wanted him to hear them. Needed him to know
he drove her wild, taking her to the very peak of ecstasy—as only
he could do. When he pressed down on her aroused nub and speared
his tongue in her ass, Zoey crested that peak, crying his name.

He rubbed torturous circles around her clit
as she shuddered through her climax, not relenting until she fell
on his hand, trapping him there. The rapture was too intense, the
sensation too powerful.

Theo pulled back slightly, his hot breath
scalding her pulsing pussy.

Zoey would have hummed in satisfaction, but
Theo didn’t give her the time. He was already moving, tugging her
hips up and kneeling between her legs, his hips touching her ass.
He placed his hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her torso
into the sheets, and she instinctively raised her ass higher,
offering it to him.

As he soothed her back, tracing the length
of her spine, he reached between their bodies. His hand bumped her
pussy, the contact enough to send another violent convulsion
crashing through her. Then his hand was gone, replaced by something
long and hard and hot. The feel of it, pressed against her
still-shuddering core, made her moan all over again.

Theo shifted, lining the fronts of his
thighs with the backs of hers. He began to rock, sliding his
erection through her slickened folds. Before it had been his tongue
laving the length of her, from her clit to her anus. Now it was his
cock. His beautiful, erect cock, slipping along her pussy, stroking
every part of it, then pulling back to slide between her ass
cheeks.

She was so wet, nothing obstructed his
movements. He glided across her engorged flesh, the erotic massage
leaving her breathless. Long moments passed as she lost herself to
the magnificence of the sensation. It was sweet, it was hot, it was
heady, and it had her climbing that peak to orgasm all over
again.

Zoey reached between her legs and covered
his rigid length with her hand, palming his cock as he teased
her.

Theo’s strangled gasp made her smile.

She swayed her hips, imitating his rocking
and loving the solid heat of his cock between her hand and her
groin. She reached back farther to cup his balls, holding their
weight and caressing the stretch of skin behind them.

Theo bucked behind her. “Zoey! Fuck.”

The air snapped with electricity.

His hands clamped over her hips. “Gotta have
you, babe,” he rasped. “Now.”

He pulled back, but only for a second, to
position himself.

Zoey braced, and when he thrust once,
burying himself to the hilt inside her, she howled out loud. Her
body jerked from the shock of being stuffed so full, and sheer
bliss flooded her system.


Tight,” Theo muttered.
His hands shook. “So damn tight.”

He pulled out and drove back in, and Zoey
thought she might drown in the deluge of delight.


Your cunt is so fucking
hot.” He thrust once more, slower this time, more controlled, as
though he’d reined in his need and focused on intensifying the
pleasure of the ride.

And, my, oh my, how that pleasure was
intensified. Each powerful thrust was a heavenly, necessary assault
on her nerves. It was air to her oxygen-starved lungs, liquid to
her parched mouth.

It was perfect.

Theo drove into her again and stopped,
filling her. He leaned forward, pushed the hair away from her neck
and kissed her exposed skin, sending a cascade of shivers over her
shoulders. Still buried inside her, he wrapped an arm around her
waist and sat back on his haunches, lifting her upright to straddle
him.

Zoey gasped at the new angle of penetration.
He filled her more than she’d thought possible, going in even
deeper. His chest was plastered to her back, and the arm on her
waist moved up to fondle her breasts.

Her nipples, already hard from excitement,
stabbed against his palm.

He pinched one between his thumb and finger,
timing it so the hint of pain swept through at the same time he
drove inside her again.

Her cry echoed off the wall, and the next
time he thrust, his other hand found her clit, stroking it as he
fucked her.

Zoey was a bundle of overactive nerve
endings. Wherever he touched, she flared to life. The scrape of his
teeth against her neck was as wickedly carnal as the pad of his
finger rubbing her clit.

Her pussy pulsed, and she covered his hand
with hers, directing his fingers to stroke just right. Then she
reached lower, caressing the base of his cock as he plunged inside
her and cupping his heavy balls. They were drenched, the creamy
evidence of her excitement coating his cock and testicles.


Babe.” His voice was a
hoarse whisper.

The control seemed to vanish at the touch of
her hand. Again and again he slammed into her, his thrusts making
her body jerk.

Zoey rode him as fiercely and as hungrily as
he rode her. As deep as he penetrated, she ground down just as
hard, trying to take him ever deeper. Her inner walls writhed
around his pounding cock, her clit throbbed beneath his finger, and
her heart hammered in her chest.

Her breath was uneven and harsh, but it
wasn’t the wild ride or the stunted gasping that made her heart
pound. It was the knowledge that after all this time, Theo was
finally inside her again, making love to her again. And more
important, finally loving her again.

His words could hurt, and his apologies
could attempt to make things right, but it was the way he spoke to
her now, with his body, that could heal. A little bit of Theo’s
brand of loving could make a whole lot that was wrong in their
world right again.

Joined together in the still of night, with
Theo inside her and she surrounding him, the fractures in their
relationship began to heal. The foundations were still shaky, but
if they filled the cracks one by one, they’d establish that
rock-solid basis to their marriage once more. It would take time,
but they could do it.

Zoey had faith.


Babe,” Theo rasped in her
ear. “Babe…” And then he was pounding into her, harder than ever.
“Thought I could wait for you…” He rubbed frantic circles on her
clit. “Can’t. Need you…too bad.” He moved faster, plunged deeper.
“C-can’t… Not now.” He drove into her one last time, and every
muscle in his body seemed to stiffen. “Fu-uck.”

Theo came.

He spilled inside her in rhythmic pulses,
bathing the walls of her pussy with his wet heat. More than the
finger on her clit or the cock in her pussy, it was his inability
to contain his orgasm that triggered her own.

Their physical joining had ripped away
Theo’s control. He was coming because of her. He was coming inside
her. And she was coming too—so damn hard, every inch of her pussy
awash in sensation.

She convulsed around him while he throbbed
inside her.

Their cries bounced off the walls. Her
vision was blinded by a billion shooting lights. Zoey spun out,
swept away by the barrage of sensation.

Theo’s reverent whisper returned her to
sanity eons later.


Zoey.” A shudder went
through him like an aftershock. His breath was as uneven as
hers.

He released the pressure on her clit, and it
was Zoey’s turn to shudder—which in turn sent another jolt through
Theo.


Babe.” He seemed
incapable of saying more. Which suited Zoey just fine. She was too
exhausted to think, let alone breathe. She collapsed back against
him, letting him carry her weight. And carry it he did, keeping her
wrapped in his arms, his chest pressed against her back, his hands
holding her tight.

He remained buried inside her long after his
dick softened, and it was only when sleep overwhelmed her and her
head lolled against his shoulder that he loosened his hold and laid
her down on the bed. As soon as she was horizontal, he lay behind
her, spooning.

He pressed his now-slippery groin against
her ass, and once again, Zoey fell into a deep, contented
sleep.

 

 

Theo awoke to a raging hard-on and an empty
bed.

He knew the bed was empty long before he
opened his eyes, because when he instinctively reached for his
wife, she wasn’t there.

His erection almost lost its heat in the
ensuing disappointment. Almost. But the sound of water hitting
glass saved it.

Zoey was in the shower. And if she was in
the shower, she was still naked. And if she was still naked…

He stopped only long enough to clean his
teeth, taking the time to enjoy the view of his wife as she washed
her hair. She sensuously lathered the red strands into a soapy
mess. Her breasts jutted out as she raised her arms, and he was
damned if her nipples weren’t every bit as hard as they’d been last
night.

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