Whether days or weeks apart, each homecoming was always celebrated with a passionate embrace that made him feel cherished. Eventually, they’d end up in the bedroom, where they’d lie naked together, touching, tasting, holding…

He knew every curve of her body; she knew what drove him wild. It was as if years of marriage had created a road map or a cheat sheet to guarantee arousal to the point of sated bliss.

After fingers and tongues played, their bodies joined—slowly and deliberately at first, then like feral animals.

Thrusting, screaming, panting… finally climaxing together.

And afterward...

“I missed you.”