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She was sitting on the couch when he
came home from work, the shirt he'd worn the day before clutched in her hands. "Honey, why are you
sitting in the dark?" he questioned, turning on the living room light and setting down his
briefcase. "Care to explain this?" she countered, holding up his shirt. The pink frosted lipstick
mark on the collar was plain to see. "I don't own this shade of lipstick." "Oh, that." He ran a
hand through his hair and took off his tie. "Yes, that." Her face was expressionless. "It's not
what you think, honey, honest." He smiled, the smile that always caused her heart to beat faster
and a tingling begin between her legs. She tried not to let it affect her this time. "Then please,
tell me what it is." She stood up still holding the incriminating shirt. "I told you, it's not what
you think." He took the shirt from her hands and dropped it on the floor. He ran his hands up and
down her arms. "Don't you trust me?" "Don't you trust me to tell me the truth?" She was becoming
upset now that he kept dodging her questions. If it truly was nothing, then why wouldn't he tell
her how that lipstick, so obviously not hers, came to be on his shirt? "What do you want me to tell
you?" he asked in a low voice, one that always caused her toes to tingle and her stomach to
flip-flop. He moved his hands to the buttons on her shirt, undoing them as he spoke. "Do you want
me to tell you that I love you? That I've loved you from almost the first moment I tasted the honey
of your kiss? Tell you that I fall asleep with your name on my lips, and I wake up in the morning
reaching out to touch you, just to make sure it's not all a dream? Tell you that I race home after
work every day because I can't wait to hold you in my arms? That right now I want nothing more than
to peel your clothes off you, until all that caresses your skin is my breath? Is that what you want
to hear?" His mouth dipped to kiss the hollow of her throat. She was fighting a losing battle, and
she knew it. Trying to keep in mind that she was still angry with him, she asked again, "How did
the lipstick get on your collar?" He sighed and dropped his hands to his side.
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"I took your mother
shopping on my lunch hour yesterday to help me pick out your birthday present, okay? The lipstick
must have smudged my collar when she hugged me good- bye." At her incredulous look he continued,
"Call your mother and ask her. She'll confirm everything, even down to the color of lipstick she
was wearing." He moved his hands back to the lapels of her shirt, slowly easing them off her
shoulders, while she absorbed what he'd told her. Chagrin filled her face, turning her cheeks a
becoming pinkish color. "Oh, honey. God, I'm so sorry I doubted you for even one minute." He kissed
her until her head was spinning. Trailing kisses down along her collarbone, and the soft swell of
her breast, his hands loosened her shorts. They dropped to the floor as her hands undid the
fastening of his pants. His cock was hard and throbbing in her hand. Pushing her panties to the
side he grasped her ass, lifted her upward, and entered her in one smooth stroke. She was already
wet, her clit hot and swollen. "Ohhhh," she moaned. He braced her against the back of the couch as
he pumped in and out of her. His hands were free now to roam her body, squeeze her exquisite
breasts, eliciting another moan from her. Her breathing quickened, her legs tightened around his
waist. Shaking and shuddering, she approached orgasm. He slipped a hand between them to stroke her
clit as she slipped over the edge, her loud cries resounding throughout the house. His mouth laved
her breasts through her thin bra, teasing the hard nipples, as her hands gripped his head. A second
climax overtook her just as he reached his own. He could feel his cum shooting deep inside her, as
he ground his hips against hers. He leaned his head against her shoulder, his breathing slowly
returning to normal. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" he asked, kissing her forehead.
"Uh huh," she said, "now tell me what you got me for my birthday." He laughed and shook his head.
Her mouth turned down in a pout. "Don't laugh at me," she admonished, punching him in the arm.
"Come on, tell me!
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