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“Do you want to go back?”

“If it was an option for me... Yeah, I do.”

“What about when you have kids?”

The question snuck out before he had even thought it through.

“I don’t know. I always thought I would have loved to take time off until they were school age, then maybe get back into it... but it’s all a moot point now.”

She seemed so calm, even as she was telling him how her dream was taken from her.

“Why aren’t you more angry?”

She scoffed. “I’m pissed. I’m so angry. Sometimes I’m so angry it scares me, so I guess I just try to ignore it.”

“That seems healthy,” he said to her with a raised eyebrow.

“It is what it is? Your games back on.”

The finality in her voice told him she was done with that conversation. He’d let it be over, but he was hoping to revisit it later. Holding onto that much unexpressed anger was never good.

They snuggled while they watched the second period of the game. Natalie was starting to nod off towards the end, but as Sven moved, she gave him a sleepy smile. He wasn’t sure why sleepy women had never done it for him before, but Natalie—in any form—would always do it for him.

He reached up and kissed her, and to his utter joy, she kissed him right back. She cupped his face and opened to him as he deepened the kiss.

He needed her. More of her.

He got up on his knees and pulled her hips down slightly. As he grabbed onto her leggings, he pulled those off.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked as he pulled them all the way off.

“Dessert.” He cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips.

Her gaze turned heated as he bent and kissed her and continued to kiss lower. He draped one leg over the back of the couch, set her foot on the floor, and sat back, taking in the sight of Natalie spread like this for him.

He pressed a kiss to her center as she moaned. God, he loved the sound of that. Using a hand to hold her open, he licked from her center up to her clit and did that a few times until she was writhing with need. This time, he circled it, and a moan escaped her perfect pouty lips.

He sank in a finger while he continued to work her. That got him another moan, so he added another finger and sucked her clit into his mouth. That got a moan and a hair pull. Part of him wanted to keep doing that until it drove her over the edge, but he wanted to drag this out.

The game still had ten minutes until it was over, and he would make good use of the time. He raised his hand, slipped it underneath her shirt, and was happy she was just wearing a bralette, something easy to slip his hand under. So, he massaged her breast, while he slowly licked her clit and fucked her with two fingers.

“Oh my god, Sven,” she cried as her fist tightened in his hair.

He could tell he was close, but he was enjoying himself too much to rush this.

“Please, Sven,” she said, raising her hips to his face.

He gave in to her plea and gave her what she needed. He plucked the nipple a little harder, worked his fingers a little faster, and sucked her clit.

“Fuck,” she cried out as he felt her pussy pulse around him.

He milked out every ounce of pleasure he could. Finally, when he was sure she was done, he sat back on his haunches and gazed at her. Her blond hair was strewn all over the couch pillow, the flush in her cheeks and chest and those lust-drunk eyes. Perfect.

He glanced up at the TV as the game clock hit less than a minute.

“Wow, Sven. You’re really good at that.”

“Why don’t we move this upstairs? I can remind you just how talented I am at the other stuff.”

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