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His eyes locked with mine, and his Adam's apple bobbed as though in slow motion. "This man you love. Does he love you like I love you?" Every bit of my resolve shattered at that look. those words. My voice cracked when I managed to finally speak.
"Oh, this should be good. " I bumped my ass hard back against him, though I was thinking the same thing. He just grunted softly.
Dirk rejoined our intimate cluster at the kitchen island and looked me in the eyes for probably the first time ever.
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The week after. Every day since. Feeling his arms contract and expand around me as I unloaded. "I'm a coward," I finished, trying to turn onto my side without sloshing too much water onto the floor. Chris just hummed against my hair, his arms adjusting to hold me in my new position.
He kept it up for several minutes. Then he played with my asshole again. Pressed in with one finger. "Chris!" My cry came out garbled when I pressed my face into the pillow. Beneath him, my body continued shaking from my sudden release.
"Open your eyes, Holly. " I'd no sooner obeyed when he picked up the rhythm. He released his grip on my hair and both hands moved to hold my right hip, to pull himself into me. The staccato sound of skin smacking skin filled the room among our irregular breaths.
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Then she rationalized, since there was no bird, there was no need for stuffing. And as neither her nor Dirk were big on mashed potatoes, they would make scalloped potatoes to go with the meat. Before I could even ask about the pie I always made, she mentioned that as she had cut back on sweets, she hoped I wasn't too upset if we just skipped dessert altogether.
I held my tongue when I really wanted to lay into her that with all the sex she was having, she would surely burn off any new calories within minutes.
I lay there in the darkness, hugging the blanket I'd bunched up at my stomach tighter. But that only brought more tears. Yes, I had a confirmed good-ole case of the winter cold that just would not go away. I'd started sniffling and coughing almost two weeks ago after my thirtieth birthday celebration (which had consisted of just the two of us, a bottle of chocolate sauce, a container of whipped topping, my little toy box, and the kitchen island).
"Well. we were out for Pete's bachelor party, and one of the guys thought it would be a great idea if we each got a nipple pierced to commemorate the night. " "Oh, my God. And they listened to him?" I couldn't help glancing at his chest, trying to see if there were marks that he'd once had a nipple piercing.