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seeing him like that, and he was using it to his advantage.
    They had always been affectionate with each other, making love most every night. Over time they had expected the intensity to abate, but rather than cool it matured, until they could take their time with each other, take things slow and leisurely explore rather than race to the finish line.
    The last couple weeks though, it had felt like her libido had flashed back to the past, and was showing no signs of a return to the status quo.
    Her showers had been getting longer and longer as she took care of her body’s needs, like she was currently doing. Just a few minutes before, Devon had been in the shower, and she could picture how he had looked, the water sliding over his tanned body, down his firm stomach to his groin where the droplets caressed his hard cock.
    The same hard cock she was wishing was buried inside of her, rather than her fingers.
    And his ass, oh man his ass, with the drops of water rolling down it, covering the backs of his legs as it headed to his feet. Her hands itched to cup his ass as he surged into her, burying his cock deep and hard within her pussy.
    Leaning back against the shower wall, she tried to assuage the burning need within her, but for the first night in several long and lonely months, an orgasm was denied her. Frustrated, she removed her hand from between her legs and slapped it against the tile. She could hear Devon moving around in the bedroom, opening drawers and generally making noise. Every night before, she had managed to get in her shower while he was still finishing up paperwork, but tonight he had beat her to it.
    Her nightly shower was the only way she had been able to take the time to readjust to him without rushing into a return to their sexual lives. She needed the time.
    Closing her eyes, she tried to work herself back to the fever pitch by rolling her nipples around and using the removable showerhead between her legs. She was almost to the point of release when a rush of cool air entered the room, followed by Devon’s voice. “Ash?  You ok in there?”
    Her eyes flared open and she dropped the showerhead as she hurried to turn her back to the room, hoping her husband hadn’t seen what she was doing. The showerhead clattered to the tile floor, bringing Devon into the room even as she responded, “I’m fine.”
    “You sure?  You’ve been in here a while, and I got worried.”
    Glancing at him over her shoulder, Ashley saw the frank approval in his gaze as it trailed over her body. Almost flauntingly, she turned to face him. Her body flared to life, egged on by frustrated needs, her nipples hardening as he watched with a faint glint in his eyes that she knew so well.
    As she watched, the towel he was still wearing around his waist fluttered to the floor, leaving him gloriously naked. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything as he moved into the bathroom, opened the shower door and stepped inside.
    Instant explosions went off within her as he pulled her against him and kissed her, months of frustrated passion, of hopeless need cresting, threatening to sweep them both away. Weak-kneed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and let him pull her tight against his body, the warm water cascading down them as he lifted her, fitting her into the curves of his larger frame, supporting her slighter weight on his hands.
    “Damn baby I love you,” he whispered as he pressed kisses against her cheek and down her neck. “I missed you so much.”
    Tears spilled from Ashley’s eyes as she tipped her head back, silently consenting to whatever happened. It had been two weeks in the making, and thanks to his grandmother’s letter, which she had read multiple times a day since she had agreed to the reconciliation, she was ready to give them a second chance. She had to.
    Every day she had been apart from him had been lonely, and she had almost gone back several times. Only the faint stretch marks on her stomach, the baby