Letting Go

And that fast, she added another emotion to the turbulence of the evening. Jealousy that her husband’s past lovers had been more adventurous than she.

He came up behind her as she stood by the fire. She shivered as he moved her hair aside, baring her neck. The heat of his breath touched her first, moist and tantalizing, brushing across her sensitive nerve endings in an evocative arc.

“Ready?”

The question whispered against her neck. Goose bumps sprang up in a silent “Hell, yes,” she couldn’t get past her throat. She tilted her head, inviting a kiss instead, shuddering when he gave it to her. His cock pressed against her buttocks, rock hard and eager while his hands slid down her sleeves until his fingers intertwined with hers.

She gripped his hands in hers. “As I’ll ever be.”

He laughed into the curve of her shoulder, sending new goose bumps chasing after the last set, the flick of his tongue encouraging their tingling spread to her breast and nipples. His big hands whispered across the front of her coat, taunting both breasts with the promise of a touch she couldn’t feel, making her strain for any ghost of sensation. The tension in her limbs gathered in her pussy, throbbing with an eagerness that faintly embarrassed her. As if a woman should consider her attraction to her husband a weakness.