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The subtle admonishment to my actions caused a quick spike in my heart rate I licked my lips, loosened my hold, and placedtheers with mine

Bodies close My pebbled nipples grazed against his chest Our breathing in sync and gazes locked Malcolm inched forward, the swollen head of his dick barely breaching ain, a little deeper that time I closed my eyes, and took steady breaths Out In Each time deeper than before until he was fully sheathed within me

His warue, the soft bite of his teeth Hot bursts of air the only clue that his controlled, tortuous pace had an effect on him My body, well lubricated, offered no resistance to the intrusion A low groan vibrated in the back of my throat with each slow stroke

I flexed rip and the climb started Slow, steady, our bodies writhed in inti I couldfro took

Malcolhtened, but his paced remained the same until he stilled My body convulsed around him as he emptied his release into me After he rolled to the side, I rested my hand on my sweaty stomach and smiled

He propped up on his elbow and faced ht?”

I let out an airy laugh and turned to look at hi started”

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Let’s Get Started

Malcolm

The sight of rin toher that—my wife She was officially, now and forever, Calida Frankel A mass of red hair scattered across the pillow, the tops of her breasts peeking out beneath the covers—aze went to the jar sitting on the nightstand and I chuckled

I pulled the blanket up around her, planted a quick kiss on her forehead, and then eased out of bed After I slipped on a pair of shorts, I scooped up the erabbed the one she’d givendown stairs I deposited the items on the kitchen table then put on coffee and fixed myself a bowl of cereal Breakfast and cup of joe in hand, I sat at the table, cracked ot ready to work

After shoveling a spoonful of Honey Sift The multi-colored note cards fell around jar as I turned it She’d given h ht in front of me—but no—I wouldn’t read hers until I completed my own

Eager to get started, I hopped up and went over to ruh the junk drawer in search of a pen With the Sharpie in my hand, s I wanted to do with er?

It didn’t take ht it would I dropped the last folded piece of paper in my now filled jar and screwed on the lid as I heard the sound of her voice