He took the way she tilted her head as an open invitation, his lips traveling up the side of her neck, letting her cherish each loving kiss before he moved to the next spot. He couldn’t recall off hand the last time they had been intimate with each other beyond the exchanging of kisses or soft caresses, seeing how she hadn’t been feeling well for the last couple of weeks. He didn’t want her to be more uncomfortable than she already was, but he couldn’t help missing the feel of her skin, or the way it always held the faint scent of the clean soap she used, no matter what perfume she might have been wearing that day. It had been too long since he had been with his wife in the way he wanted to be.
Maybe that walk in the cold, fresh night air had done the both of them more good than he originally thought.
“Than how about,” another kiss, “we go upstairs,” yet another, a little higher up, moving their hands to slide across the flat surface of her stomach, getting a better hold on her, “and get you warmed up?”
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