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We held hands while I convinced the desk clerk to let us check into a room early, and I couldn’t even wait for the elevator doors to close before getting a salty taste of her gloriously perspired skin.
“I just have to tell you,” she said, all breathless and groping me, “Everything that I’ve ever felt for you and with you is new and more and better. So much better than anything I’ve ever felt before.”
“Same here,” I said.
“I promise to love all of your messy feelings if you’ll love mine.”
“I already do.”
We barely even made it inside the room before peeling each other’s clothes off. Showering would have to wait. Everything else on earth would have to wait. I needed to be inside of my wife.
“Thisis my finish line,” I said, as I pulled down her panties and lowered myself to that sweet secret part of her that was mine, all mine.
We were all sweaty and tired, and had sex fast, like a couple who’ve been married for years, who knew we’d have a lifetime together to do it again and again, and it was perfect.
