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Miles was dreaming. In his dream, his wife Carrie lay next to him, still big with child. She was tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, and finally he sat up. Leaving the bed, he lit a lamp and then returned, a jar of fine oil in his hand. Carrie woke as he drew back the covers.

“What are you doing?” she murmured.

He hushed her, pushing up her nightgown so her body was bared to him. Pouring out a little oil, he took her foot in his hand and started to massage it.

“That feels good,” she sighed, eyes fluttering closed. Miles worked his way up her leg, his large, rough hands kneading her gently. When one leg was done, he started on the other. Looking at her bare body, her skin glazed and shining with oil, he felt himself harden. As his expert fingers moved higher up her leg, she shifted, suddenly awake.

“Feel better?” Miles knelt in between her open legs, gazing down at her rounded belly. Taking up her hand, he started rubbing her palm, even every finger.

“Yes, Miles,” she breathed. Her face was full of love, and he had to pause to reposition himself in his small clothes. She smiled, missing nothing.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked as he finished her hands and started stroking her forearms. “Because I want to.”

His hands brushed the sides of her large breasts as they worked around her arms. After playing around the hem of her nightgown to massage as much as he could, he worked the garment over her head. Tossing the gossamer gown away, he caught his breath at the sight of her, naked and glowing before him. Her hair spread over the bed, her eyes were heavy lidded, mouth curved sensuously as she watched him.

“I need this,” he admitted. “You are so beautiful, I have to touch you.”

“Touch me, Miles.” She smiled and spread her arms, offering herself to him. He didn’t hesitate. His hands went to her breasts, lifting them carefully, palming their weight, and stroking the sensitive skin with the lightest of touches.

She sighed, and he could bear it no longer. Leaning over her, arms on either side of her body, he bent his head and touched his lips to her chest, right at her collarbone. Slowly he made his way down, tonguing the curves at the valley between her breasts, and kissing further until his tongue swirled in her belly button.

“Mmmmm.” Her body arched beneath him, encouraging him as his mouth traveled lower down. Kneeling lower, he pushed her legs open wider and then slid his hands under her bottom, lifting her until her center spread out like a feast before him. A few kisses to the soft skin of her inner thighs and he was ready to touch his tongue to her lower lips. He licked and sucked at her folds until his wife’s body was squirming, even as her hands fisted in his thick hair, holding him captive between her thighs. His lips danced over her center, tasting her juices as if it was the sweetest nectar, and he would never get enough. He could tell when Carrie’s whimpers turned and her whole body trembled on the tip of his tongue.

“Miles,” she moaned, her voice taut with need. “Please. I need you.” Normally he liked his bride to beg, until she broke and lost control at his touch, but now, swollen to bursting in his pants, he couldn’t wait any longer. Adding two fingers, he used lips and tongue to tease her little pearl until her climax shook her, and her thighs clamped around his head. Rising up over her, wiping at his wet mouth, he viewed his bride with satisfaction. Her body lay gleaming in the lamplight, limbs askew and chest rising and falling as she panted with pleasure. She’d never looked more beautiful.

Crawling to her side, he lay down and stoked away the little curl that stuck to the side of her face. His finger traced her soft lips before he kissed their sweetness. She turned to him fully, eyes closed and lips seeking his. He let her kiss him, trying to keep his own body from exploding. His cock cried out for attention. He almost didn’t notice when Carrie wriggled down his body, kissing his chest and following a trail similar to the one he took down her body. Miles sucked in a breath as, in his dream, his wife put her hand on his trousers, over his cock.

“Carrie, you don’t have to—” “I want to.” In his dream, she smiled at him. Her little hand moved gently, starting to undo his buttons. He shook his head, but couldn’t bring himself to move. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “It won’t hurt me.” She snuggled closer, and still lying on her side, slid his throbbing member into her hot mouth.

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Excerpt from Rocky Mountain Romp…

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