“It’s only fair, Juno,” he rasps. “You conquered me on day one.”
And when he sinks into me, it’s decadent.
The hot, slick pressure.
His hoarse groans of my name.
The way we start slow but enter a frenzied state singular to us.
A man obsessed with his wife.
A wife obsessed with her husband.
And a lifetime of seeing how high the burning pyre will build.