Just Breathe Again - Mia Villano Page 0,1

sound of her desire echoed inside their bedroom.

“Listen to what you do to me, Vince.” Sweat covered her skin as her breath caught in her chest.

“God, I know. You’re so wet and tight. I love your pussy. It’s perfect,” he moaned, keeping his eyes closed and enjoying the feel and sounds of his wife. Jeannie never closed her eyes. The sight of her husband enjoying their love making, spurred her over the edge every time. Still making her husband come after fifteen years made her feel womanly and sensual. They didn’t have a dry spell and she made it a point not to let it happen.

“Vince, any second. Oh God. Please baby, fuck me harder.” Over the years she grew accustomed to talk dirty during sex. As hot as they got for each other, it was impossible not to when they had sex. The dirtier the talk, the needier they became.

Jeannie did her best to go slow. His erection rubbing on her clit made that aching feeling build up inside her. The smell of sex permeated the air, making her senses awaken even more. Lust for his wife shown on his face. His lips were full and parted, his head arched, and his breathing heavy as Jeannie took him slowly.

“Holy fuck. You feel so good, baby,” he groaned. Vince pushed his hips up higher to be deeper inside her. At the same time his hand came around and he pushed his palm against her clit. With expertise he massaged her clit as she rocked back and forth. Her nipples brushing his lips as he made the familiar sound of lust.

“Come with me. Come now, baby,” he coaxed.

That morning they both came at the same time as they clawed at each other not wanting their passion to end. Maybe they both knew that things weren’t going to be the same after that day. Maybe their souls were trying to hang on a little while longer, as if both of them knew this would be the last time.

Jeannie remembered every expression, word, and noise from that memorable day. If she tried, she could still hear his voice in her head saying her name. His voice never left her mind.

“You want to go with me on the bike? It might be nice like the old days, having you hang on for dear life with your thighs gripped around me,” Vince said, as he gazed into her eyes. He held her to him in bed as she lay across his chest, too exhausted to move. A feeling she would give twenty years off her life to have one more time. She longed to have his skin on her skin, the light wispy hairs on his chest brushing her cheek, and his breath in her hair. If she only knew.

“I would love to, Vince, but I have to pick up Lydia in an hour, and Michael will be ready to come home. Why don’t you go tomorrow? I’ll go with you tomorrow. Spend the day with me.” Jeannie looked up to kiss him. She didn’t want to let him go. In fact, she nearly begged him to stay in bed with her. She should have distracted him a little longer and maybe he wouldn’t have gone. It was something she regretted every day.

“I won’t be long. You and I, dinner early, and then you’re mine again tonight. Can you handle me again?” he asked playfully.

“You better ask yourself if you can handle me again. I can handle you with no problem. What’s gotten into you this morning?” He grabbed her rear-end and kissed her before he stepped out of the bed. Jeannie enjoyed the view of his perfectly chiseled body walking around their bedroom. His round ass, his thighs muscular, and his calves bulging with each step he took, still made her swoon.

She continued to watch him as his bike rumbled down the driveway and he blew her a kiss. He looked so sexy in his leather coat and biker boots, straddling his huge bike. The things she thought about doing to him later that night, put a smile on her face as she went back to decorating and thinking about how much she loved him. Her thoughts lingered back to the first time they met. How young and innocent she was.

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Vince Franklin had been the love of her life. Jeannie remembers the day they met like a movie playing out in her mind. Every last detail of that night became ingrained in her memory.