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Hickman

Upstairs was a hay loft when we first came here. Over the years since then, it’s become more, either when I was here and able to do the work myself, or, if I was away working, with paid labour.
Still, Katya put her own touch on everything, and our room is as homely and pleasant as any other bedroom, with a skylight looking out to the dark sky and bright stars of the Canadian night.
Katya closes the blinds, then moves around the room, touching a taper to tall candles, marbled green and gold, then extinguishing the taper with a short blow of breath. “I want to be ready for when you’re here,” she smiles. Moving close, “Let me.”
She unbuttons my heavy shirt, sliding it from my shoulders, then tossing it into the linen basket. Fingers slipping under the hem of my undershirt, she lifts that away too. And I realise…
“I should shower first.”
“It’s fine,” she murmurs. “You think I don’t want to smell you when I’ve not even seen you for weeks?” She stoops. Kisses my chest. “We’ll shower together later if you want.”
A tremor spikes down my spine, and I move closer, our bodies touching, separated only by the fine wool of her pullover. So close now, she’s warm and fragrant. Reaching behind her, I free her long dark hair from the ponytail, to hang in smooth silk tassels as I palm her cheek.
The candles flicker, casting a dancing glow over Katya’s face as she reaches for my mouth with her own. Her tongue glides over my lips, then explores further, slipping into my mouth, teasing me, tantalizing me, and as I taste her, that frisson runs down my back again, settling to my groin in a sweetly familiar ache.
If there’s an upside to our extended separations, it’s that when we are together, my libido runs amuck and our lovemaking is sensational. I respond, partly voluntarily, partly my body’s wholly physical response, my hands roaming her silhouette with no intervention from my brain, the heat rising between us. “Fuck, Katy. I’ve missed you.”

She chuckles, “And I’ve been waiting for you too, Hicks.”  She runs a hand down my belly, tugging briefly at my belt. “C’mon. Show me what my husband’s made of.” The hand slides further down, curls, the palm contouring to me through my straining pants, pressing in and ramping up the pressure.
That’s all the invitation I need. “My pleasure.” Reaching down double-handed, I boost her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, clinging tight.
Carrying her across the room, I lay her down on the bed, my body hovering over hers. Her warmth penetrates my clothes and hers, her breasts pressing against my chest. Brushing my lips over hers, I slide palms over face and neck and shoulders, down to the round of her hips, up to the nip of her waist, still narrow after three children. “You have no idea how often on the flight here I thought about making love with you.”
That right?” Her voice is low and throaty. “I was thinking about fucking like mink this evening. We can make love in the morning.”
Christ!
My cock springs to attention, snapping a groan from me. Her head pops up. “You okay?”
“I will be once I get these pants off. I’m losing my blood supply down there.”
The laughter shakes through her chest. “A likely story.” The hand snakes down again, squeezing around my pressured erection. “The evidence speaks against you.”
“Gimme a sec.” Rolling onto my back, blowing air, I unbelt, unzip and tug off my jeans, kicking them away over the edge of the bed. Katya’s doing much the same, stripping off blouse and bra, jeans and panties in swift economic movements. As the clothes come away, her perfume billows from naked, fragrant skin.
I want her.
I need her.
And right now, my cock needs her. More than anything.
Naked, she lies flat to the mattress, pulling me to herself. “Get inside me, Hicks. Right now. We can go through the niceties in the morning.”
“You sure you’re ready? I don’t want to…”
“Trust me. I’m ready,” she hisses, “Now get the fuck inside me.”
“Who am I to argue with my gorgeously-horny wife?” Rolling to top her, as I press my groin to the junction of her thighs, her legs part, swinging up and around, and I plunge in.
And for all the urgency, the build-up, the pressure, the sheer release after the restraint of being parted from her so long, it’s sweet and magical and…
Fuck…
Can I hold on? Long enough for her to…?
But I don’t think it’s going to be an issue. Katya writhes and bucks, clearly suppressing her screams against the children so close by…
Got to install some fucking soundproofing…
Her pelvis pistoning with mine, she alternates between gripping, nail-bitingly, into my shoulders, and flailing back to grab the head-bars as I ram myself into her.

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