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Ben's POV

The crackle of candle wicks, the twilight darkness and the two of us melting into it. She smells like home. Like the dearest, comfiest, warmest home. She nuzzles her cold nose into my neck, slides her fingers under my shirt, and hugs me so tightly that I can barely swallow this rush of warm tenderness. I pressed her back against me and kissed the top of her head. The world around us seemed to freeze in this most heartfelt moment. I wish it could be like this forever.

Kissing her again and again, filling my lungs with her scent. Jen quietly giggled in response to my obvious resistance to letting her go.

She pulling me to the floor above, weaving our fingers together. Walking up the stairs, teasing me with the sway of her incredible hips. She's driving me crazy with her mere presence. I don't know how I still have any hint of sanity. Obsessed as hell with her. Permanently.

— Missed you so much, — she slides a warm whisper against my neck as we pass the stairs. I squeeze her in my arms on the threshold of the bedroom. Can't and won't let her go. We haven't seen each other in a week, and when I think about it, I can't control my confusion. I have no idea how I managed to make it through this time without her. She is the oxygen i breathe. I can hardly remember how I spent the last seven days without my oxygen. It seemed as if I hadn't lived away from her at all, but only waited for our appointment.

Lean in to seal the whole depth of my amorousness on the most wanted lips, but Jennifer moves away, laughing at my tricks. She nudges me toward the bedroom entrance, smiling softly as the first flashes of incoming shyness reflect on her cheeks.

Uncontrollably, I begin to spread kisses down her neck. I felt goosebumps flutter beneath my mouth, and Jennifer barely flinched at my touches. Her vulnerability in our moments of closeness is making me insane.

My love-fogged vision doesn't quickly focus into space, and it takes me a while to notice the plaid, blanket, pillows, and our favorite wine on the floor against the far wall of our bedroom. My lips, exhausted with yearning for her kisses, instantly spread into the happiest smile, and I hug my woman with the most genuine, loving tenderness.

— You got us a date?
My wife stands half-turned, licking her lips and tilting her head to the side. She watches my pleased look and my reaction to the unexpected surprise, and then blushes more than ever. She seemed to admire what she saw in my eyes.

No longer holding back, I squash my beloved body, kissing everything I can reach as she fights to break free of her captivity. Her right shoulder, her protruding collarbones, her chin. I love her and want her so badly that the intense feelings make my jaw clench.

— Do you mind? — she tries to catch my unfocused eyes, blowing me away with this unexpected question. I blink, confused, as my hands continue their journey through the perfect body in my control.

— I guess so, — I roll my eyes and make my Little laugh with my pretense. She instantly rises up on her tiptoes and presses her hot lips to the corner of my smile. She curves out, slaps her hand against my chest and lets out a cramped "Ben-n-n-n" as my manual explorations get deeper. I run my fingers under the elastic band of her sweatpants, grab her ass, and get a gusty sigh in answer.

— I have a... I... wanted to watch a movie first, — she pushes out in a half-whisper into my mouth as I kiss her. I begin to explore her mouth with my tongue. She adds in a raspy voice: — with you.

— Two more minutes, and then the movie, — I assured her self-consciously, and then I crashed into her open lips with a deep kiss. Jen, who had no time to prepare for another of my hungry antics, can't stay on her feet and hangs in my arms, surrendering to the attack. She responds fervently to my caresses, burning my mouth with ragged breaths, pressing closer. Swallows from overexcitement when I pause at the promised time.