She tasted so fucking good, he couldn’t eat his fill. What the hell was it about her? How could she grab at his reasoning and tear it to pieces? This was supposed to be temporary, damn it, but with each taste, each touch, he fell further into a pit he wasn’t sure he’d be easily able to claw his way out of. She was so damn responsive, so willing to open herself to him. Not just her body, and hell was she ever responsive with that, but with her whole being. She put her trust in him, again not only with her body, but in the way she took his advice about life outside the bedroom. He hoped to hell he’d grow out of this feeling pretty soon. Another few days…nights…of her and the novelty might start to wear off. For both of them. There wasn’t much they hadn’t done together, and what was left would be satiated in the time they had left before a divorce settlement would see them part ways. Surely it wasn’t unusual to feel this way. It was the first time he’d ever had a wife and maybe sex within the sphere of marriage made it different somehow.
