The Curve Of Her Body
The worst part of traveling for work was missing her; the best part was coming home.
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 a...
