From the delicious mind of @faerie_kitten:
And that was what it all boiled down to, didn’t it? I wasn’t getting enough quality time with my husband. I missed the feel of his lips against my skin, brushing along my hips and dipping lower, skimming where I wanted him and teasing my thighs. I missed running my lips over his chest and feeling him gasp when I bit him, ever so gently. What I missed most, though, was the way he used to throw me on my back, pinning me to the bed and relentlessly tormenting me until I begged him to fuck me.
Gah! Sitting on a plane that was about to land was not the best place to be thinking about getting fucked.
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