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sucking each, and with each jolt of pleasure he fed her more of his cock until at last, he was deeply seated within her.
    Only then did he turn his attention to her lips, nibbling on them until she opened for him. His tongue slid in, tasting of her and him, as he languidly kissed her.
    “Do I want you?” he whispered against her lips.
    She nodded, enjoying the feel of the steely length buried inside of her. He moved slightly, shifting his weight, and Kat moaned softly. Damien pulled back further and came into her again, dragging another moan from her lips.
    “Pain or pleasure?” There was concern in his voice.
    “Pleasure.” She kissed him. “Don’t stop, Damien. Don’t ever stop.”
    Her words must have unleashed something inside of him because Damien caught her leg and lifted it, pressing it upwards and against her torso. He slid deeper and she moaned at the exquisite friction.
    As he began to pump his hips into hers, Kat slid her hands to his buttocks, tightened them on his solid glutes, closed her eyes, and let herself feel. It had been too long. She’d missed having this with her husband. She’d missed waking up to him inside her, missed passing out from the releases he gave her.
    “Damn, Kat, you feel so good.” It came out as a muffled grunt as Damien’s lips were buried in her neck. “So tight, and soft.” He withdrew and thrust back into her body. “So fucking perfect.”
    His words, whispered so close to her ear as his body slid into hers, caused her to moan. “I missed you, missed this.”
    He didn’t respond but the pace of his thrusts increased. The wet sounds of two joining bodies interrupted the silence in the room. Kat was close, her peak creeping up on her, when Damien suddenly pulled up and away. Her eyes flicked open as the cool air seemed to slap her.
    “Damien...what?”
    She broke off as he rolled her onto her stomach and hoisted her into a kneeling position. Before she could speak, his cock was slipping along her needy pussy as his hands gripped her buttocks.
    “I told you what I needed, Kat, and I need to fuck you from behind.” His voice was low and raw and Kat knew it well. She hadn’t heard it in a long time, but it usually signaled her husband losing control.  
    As he slid into her once more, Kat gripped the sheets and moaned. “Yes. Fuck me. Please.”
    Damien came down over her back, one hand slipped between her legs to find her swollen bud as the other braced them. His thrusts were fast, his finger flicking her tortured clit until she cried out, feeling her climax rushing toward her.
    “Don’t ever think I don’t want you,” he grunted. “I don’t care how much weight you gain, how much you lose, I will always want this pussy...” He broke off to cup her, pulling a gasp from her lips. “...these breasts...” His hands left her to fondle her tender breasts. “...this ass...” As he gripped her ass, spearing her from behind, Kat’s legs began to tremble. “You are, and will always be, wanted by me.”
    She came. 
    ***
    Kat awoke to soft crying. She rolled onto her back, wincing as the dull throb between her legs grew to an ache.
    Damien.
    Instantly, she reached for him but his space was empty. She sat up, her eyes scanning the dark for a green-light. The baby monitor on their end-table was the source of the mewling cries. Sliding from the rumpled bed, she pulled Damien’s discarded shirt onto her tender body as she made her way to her daughter’s room. Sophia was probably hungry.
    She arrived to find a boxer-clad Damien cooing to a sleepy, pouting Sophia as he changed a dirty diaper. Standing by the open door, Kat smiled as Damien gently wiped their daughter, gave her a dash of powder, and put on a fresh diaper. He picked her up with the ease of a man accustomed to holding his child, one hand under her bottom and one cupping her neck and head. As she rested against  her daddy’s chest, Damien  kissed the top of her dark head. When he settled her under the