Michael

My wife.

I’ve still not become used to saying those words, but I love playing them in my head.

My wife…

For all the ups and downs of life; my family, with Ben and his attitude, Charlotte’s family, trying to find it anyway… between ourselves, everything is fine…

More than fine.

Whatever it takes, we’re there for each other.

I look beyond her to where James lies, eyes closed, his face calm.

At least he doesn’t have that set of problems…

…. any more…

Charlotte lies on her side, facing away but with her back pressed close against my chest. Charlotte is by no means a small woman, but nonetheless, she seems made to fit under the nook of my arm.

One arm draped over my treasure, I twine a finger through a stray lock of hair, holding it to my face, inhaling.

Is she asleep?

Her breathing is soft and steady, a gentle movement of her body. Beyond her, James lies, eyes closed, his chest on a regular rise and fall.

Just having her so close is enough; her warmth, her scent. It spikes through me. My cock stirs. I want her.

Stroking a hand over soft, pale skin, I savour her smooth outline; the shape of neck blending to shoulder, that accentuated curve where a narrow waist flares to broad hips, flat-stomached to the fore and in this case, her lovely ass pressed against me behind.

copper hair spills over her shoulders and onto the pillows, a loose

Here we go...

mere thought sets me going, and I take a moment to enjoy my erection,

changes; that subtle switch that

her back, I twist back, leaning far enough to clear a space to be able to draw a finger down

Her breath ripples...

ever so slightly with a nail, I outline her spine, one inch at a time. Each vertebra defined by the narrowest of touches,

her pelvis vibrating back against my erection and I must bite down on my own reaction as desire needles through

Take your time…

against her, I want to play with the nerve endings at the small of her back, the ones between those lovely

Gotta pull away…

but now I have the run of her

properly, so far as I can one-handed. My palm resting over her,

kept some oil

sighs again, more

“Should I keep going?”

languorous and slow. “I give you

arches again, mewling as I circle

of a

Work out the kink…

… later….

Bad posture?

right at her

a look

arm pinned, the other constrained by the angle, I

I pull her close and roll, taking her with me until I lie

I can

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