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    The “Fuck yeah” grunt and his groans are music to my ears. I revel in the feeling of satisfaction I receive from getting him off. I force myself to breathe through my nose and swallow everything he gives me, sucking him fully into my mouth and eagerly consuming the jerking spurts hitting my throat.
    In the following minute, neither one of us moves. Eventually he settles me on the bed next to him. I lie in the shelter of his arms. In this moment, I’m happier than I can remember being in years. “God that was good. I think I have better orgasms when I can make noise,” I say to him as I roll closer and snuggle into his warmth.
    “I think I come better when you make noise, too.”
    I laugh, but now it’s over, I feel sadness begin to creep closer. “I don’t want to go back to the way it was between us. I don’t think I can bear having this with you and then going back to what it’s been.”
    He’s quiet for a minute, absently caressing my arm. The sinking feeling we’ll have to go back to the way it was begins to set in.
    “Same time next week?” he asks.
    I lift my head to look at him. “Seriously?”
    “Yeah, babe, I’ll make up the work I miss on Friday afternoon earlier in the week. It’s only a few hours.”
    I squeal and am surprised at the noise escaping me. I’m not a squealing type of person. Squealing is what pigs do, but honest to God, the sound erupts from my mouth. I hug him tight and he guffaws at the tight squeeze combined with the laugh already coming out of his mouth.
    “Can I ask you…” I shake my head. “Forget it.”
    “No, Mia, don’t do that.” He tilts my head so our gazes meet. “It’s going to take trust on both sides for us to build what we have into what we want.”
    He wants this too. Some pent-up area in my soul opens, and it seems as if I’m more relaxed in this moment than I can remember being for years and years. I’m floored to realize I’d been waiting on him to reclaim me as an important part of his life. To say or do something that would send me a clear message–he wants this too.
    He’s given it to me. And it seems like that’s all I need from him to strip away my hesitation. “If I ask you a question, do you promise not to laugh?”
    “I’ll try not to, but sometimes I can’t help myself so don’t hold it against me if I slip, okay?”
    I smile at him. “Okay.”
    “Shoot,” he says.
    “Do you think there’s something wrong with me because I can’t come in the missionary position? All the women in movies seem to be totally satisfied, and I’ve never been able to get off that way.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with you. You need some clit stimulation, that’s all.”
    “I want to come when you’re inside me, Levi. I want us to come together, while we’re fucking. I don’t want to take turns anymore.”
    He throws a toothy, wolflike smile at me. “I think I can arrange that.” His words make my heart soar.
    “Really?” I whisper.
    “Yes.”
    My stomach twirls, tickling my insides. He’s still into me. He wants this connection, wants more of the sex, more of us. I am in heaven, and I’m also relieved.
    Levi holds me and we doze together until we hear the garage door opener rumbling on its tracks. The girls are home. The dogs are barking. Our peace is broken. We rush to dress before they make their way upstairs. The real world is back with a vengeance. But our first Friday afternoon changes our marriage and opens our eyes to what’s been lost.

 

    Levi
     
    I smile as I look over my shoulder. Stepping on the clutch, I put my Audi into fifth gear and merge seamlessly into traffic. This lunch-hour trip to the seedier part of town will get me what I need to make Mia come with my cock inside her.
    It’s been a long time since I walked through the door of the raunchy XXX store I had, on many occasions, frequented in my youth. As I enter now, I step back in time. It’s exactly the same. Cluttered and dingy. The faint green