"You. Just you," she responded breathlessly. She wanted all of him, any way that she could have. "Please…" she whined, tugging at his hair.
She was bursting with the need for him and couldn't comprehend how she had contained it so far. She must have pushed it down so deep that she hadn't noticed it, but right at that moment, it was all coming back. It was imploding.
She tightened her arms around his neck when he moved away from the wall, carrying her out of the shower and through the bathroom. It was her turn to lavish his neck with kisses. She nipped at the skin and felt victorious at the little sighs and hums he made.
When he finally lowered her down on the bed, she felt like a caged animal who had been free. She pushed herself back until her head hit the pillow and then she sat up, pulling him to her. He held her face as he kissed her, moving as she laid back until he was on top of her.
MQC hasn't had proper sex in many months. Let's just appreciate what a good husband he is. This is a basic quality that all husbands should have, but I have heard far too many stories saying the opposite. Hence, I can appreciate it in MQC.
Smash that vote button for the algorithm. Let's crawl to the top!