"Ice," she guesses correctly. "It's so cold." I pop it in my mouth and tease her clit with my tongue.
She bucks her hips, and I lap her wetness before moving up to kiss her lips, hard and long, feeling every part of her succumb to me. She deepens...
Cozumel was a life changing experience. Sandy beaches. Frozen cocktails. And a sex filled affair to breathe life back into a marriage that I thought was most certainly over.
I'd like to say that since our trip everything has been perfect, but perfect is boring. And we are not boring. It's been mostly perfect, though. Sure, we still go to therapy, but I think it's helping our love grow to an unbreakable bond. He's stuck with me for eternity.
Sometimes we reinvent our Cozumel "affair," and pretend that we are once again Mason and Kyla.
I like Mason. He's rough and dirty. But, usually I'm happier being with my husband, Colin.
"Ava, you home?" Colin calls out from downstairs.
I peek my head into the hallway. "In the bedroom." I've been waiting for him to get home from work for a while now. It's our anniversary, and I have big plans for my man.
I hear him run up the steps, and then he's at the doorway with a sexy grin on his handsome face. "Is this all for me?" he asks while his eyes drink in my lingerie.
I'm wearing his favorite color...red.
This outfit cost a fortune—lace bra and panties with a garter belt and fishnet stockings—but it's worth it to see the look on his face. His eyes can't get enough of it.
"Like what you see, Mason?" I wink at him.
The smile that lifts his lips nearly takes my breath away.
"I do, Kyla. Very pretty. Is your little cunt wet for me?"
I blush a little as he steps closer. Isn't it a marvelous thing that my husband can still make me blush? I love that he can.
I lean against the bed with desire running rampant through my veins, and slip a finger inside my panties. "Very," I tell him.
He closes the distance and removes my hand, sucking my finger into his mouth, tasting me. He nearly growls before his lips crush against mine. Our tongues dance together, and then he drops kisses, like raindrops, along my neck until I can barely stand.
He drags his teeth along my collarbone, nipping my skin, and I dig my red-tipped nails into his shoulders, tightening my grip.
"I need you right now," he says, removing his shirt with one hand.
Teasing him, I travel my fingers down the middle of my chest and into the valley between my breast. "Right now, right now?"
"You're a bad girl, Kyla." My nipples harden beneath my bra, and he directs his attention to the snap, undoing it and letting the bra fall off my body. "Now you have to wait."
"Please, Mason," I don't really know what I'm begging for. I just want him to make me feel so good.
He shakes his head, tsk'ing me. "Patience."
I have none; my insides turn to jelly with each touch of his hands. It's a beautiful torture, one I don't think I'll ever be able to live without.
He slides my legs open, traveling his hand along my skin as he lays me down on the bed.
I arch my back.
He cups my breast, his thumbs running over my pebbled nipples before sucking one, and then the other, into his mouth. "So beautiful."
His eyes meet mine, and I feel the connection deep within me. "So very beautiful." Then his lips are on me again, but this time not on my breasts. No, his mouth travels further south, and I spread my legs for him.
"I've been craving your pussy all day." He loops his fingers into the delicate fabric of my panties, and slides them, along with the stockings, down my legs.
He stands, and I watch as he removes the rest of his clothing, until he's just how I want him—naked. Stunning. Breathtaking.
And all man.
And all mine.
His cock juts forward as he takes a hold of my legs, flipping me onto my belly. I'm so impatient to have him inside me. I try to entice him into hurrying by getting on all fours and pushing back against him.
His hands roam over my ass, massaging, squeezing each cheek. He finally slides into me from behind, and ahhh, it's so good.
His hand wraps around the base of my throat as his lips roam down toward my ear, whispering about how much he loves me. How he'll never let me go.
I feel exactly the same, but he already knows that.
He pushes into me deeper, and I arch my back.
My heart pulses through my ears, and joins in with the symphony of the sounds of our love making. It fills the room, loud and explosive, letting the universe know we're meant to be together.
"Harder," I pant out.
He groans, holding my neck in place, while his lips travel until they meet my mouth. He kisses me raw and hungry, like a woman deserves to be kissed.
How a woman should pray to be kissed.
The beauty of sex is simple, but powerful all the same. It's like we're creating something together here in this moment.
From a single touch of the lips our love creates a tiny flame which ignites the whole world on fire.
My body tenses, my orgasm coming all too soon. I try to stop the sensations, so I can revel in this time with him a bit longer. But, when his fingers find my clit, I'm a goner. I push against him, feeling him so deep inside me, and he holds me, so tight, through my orgasm, I swear he'll never let go.
And I don't want him to.
He pumps a few more times, and then he's joining me on the other side of glory.
We may have lost our way once, but never again.
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