Southern Heat
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“Hey now, what’s all this?”
“That night at the social, I didn’t mean it I promise, it was stupid and mean and I’m so ashamed.”
“It’s okay love all’s forgiven.”
“Are you sure?” I couldn’t help running my hands over his muscles, and I didn’t even care that he was getting oil all over my nice new Chanel either.
When he kissed my forehead I breathed easily for the first time since he’d walked out of my room. “I love you Jet, did you know that?”
“Thank fuck.” I guess his kissing me to within an inch of my life was his way of saying he loved me too.
Epilogue
He stood behind me with one strong arm beneath my breasts, and the other cupping me over my negligee.
His teeth bit into my neck, making me weak in the knees. He slid the hand beneath my breast, and I felt his thumb rubbing back and forth over my nipple, while the one down below moved beneath my nightie, and onto my skin.
His fingertips teased my opening, his thumb on my clit, while he pulled my nipple hard, making me cream into his hand.
He used his palm to press into my clit, while one finger slid into me up to the first knuckle.
“Ummm…” I rested my head back against his chest, as his fingers drove me crazy. Moving swiftly, he took me over to the bed and laid me on my back.
I had no idea how, or when he removed my negligee, but I felt the cool night air against my heated skin.
His mouth came down between my thighs and I screamed at the touch of his tongue. He spread my legs and fit his shoulders in between, while his tongue went deeper.
He kept one hand on the huge mound of my tummy as he ate me so good. It was always like this with my Jet.
Always hot and out of control. I lifted my arms to him as he climbed up my body and slipped inside. “I love you wife, my heart.”
“I love you more.”
THE END