“Hmmm, he said absently, then bent to take a nipple into his mouth.

She muffled a groan. God, how long had it been since someone who knew what he was doing had kissed her there? She felt her silken sheath flood with moisture. She undid his jeans for the second time that evening, reflecting that it would be much more convenient if Josh wore sweatpants.

~Or no clothes at all when he is at home.~

“I want it off. I want it all off," she whispered. The jeans finally loose, she bent to her knees, pulling off his shoes and socks as he awkwardly shifted his weight from one leg to another. In moments he was nude. She stood up again, taking him in. His face was older, perhaps, than that night they met after Illinois had beaten the ever-Loving hell out of Iowa, his hair lightly dusted with gray, small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes cheerfully crinkling as he gazed at her.

But he was still her Joshua. Still hers, for all her faults and mistakes.

Suddenly, she couldn't stand it any longer. Her fingers trembling, she unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles. Stepping out of it, she pushed down the silk panties she had worn in anticipation of this night together. She faced Josh, suddenly nervous, unsure of herself.

~Nonsense~, a voice whispered in her mind. It had grown disturbingly familiar over the past several days. ~You are a woman, and therefore powerful. See how much your man desires you, and celebrate. He will not stray, unless it be at your bidding and the desire of you both.~

If she had any doubts, they were allayed by Josh's face. His face was rapt as he looked at her, a look she remembered from days Long gone by.

He swallowed, then bent towards her, kissing the upper slope of her breast, even as one hand cupped it from beneath.

“I'd forgotten how beautiful you were, Venus,” he murmured.

She smiled and arched against him, their skin rubbing together, her breasts and thighs singing a song of arousal where they touched.

“I think that we've waited long enough, don't you?" she smiled.

“Lord knows I'm not going to last Long once you're inside me. You on top? Or me?"

"You," he said, and Lay on the bed, his phallus jutting high and hard into the air. She smiled fondly. There were times when Josh wanted to be in control, eager to assert his dominance. Holding her wrists pinioned over her head and driving into her over and over. But quite often he was content to simply lay on the bed and bask in her affection, kissing her breasts and Lips and neck as she filled herself with his lovely rod. Or he would lay between her thighs, Licking her, and bring her to climax after climax, taking pleasure in her happiness as she came to orgasm.

She straddled him, her pale thighs sleek under his loving hands. She let her groin fall, until her nether-lips caressed his steely Length.

Josh groaned beneath her as her fluids slicked his thick hot hardness, running up and down, teasing him with the ecstasy to be found within her portals, until she took it away again. She dropped her head to him, kissing him, hard and fierce, as he filled his hands with her breasts, thumbing her nipples until she thought she would scream with sheer pleasure. She let his tip slip inside her, torturing herself, holding herself a mere moment away from fullness, then pulled away, enjoying his heartrent moan of frustration.

“What's the matter, baby?" she whispered.

“Is some mean Lady keeping you from what you want?"

“I can last as long as you can," her husband said, his eyes gleaming wickedly. His head lifted and his mouth fastened around one throbbing nipple. Quick as thought, his tongue Lashed the protruding bud, and

Rachel sank down down down, forcing more of her sensitive flesh into the hot wet cavern of his mouth, keening happily, her breath coming in rapid rasps, a thin mewl of pleasure escaping with every exhalation.