Ben McCulloch squirmed slightly in bed; Alison's lips were nestled in a crease of his neck near his spinal accessory nerve. She was kissing a sensitive spot he had allowed her to discover last night. She knew she had found it when he began to pant. He knew she had found it when his toes curled.
Ben was drowsy. "We forgot to set the alarm," he mumbled, "I think we missed the parade."
She slurred, "I don't care. Do you care?"
"I don't care." She gently turned his head toward her as she raised herself up on the pillow to kiss him. "I have bad breath," he warned her.
"I don't care."
"You have bad breath."
"You don't care."
"You're right. I don't." She nibbled at his lower lip while his tongue lapped her upper lip. Standing at attention, he got her full attention when she slid under him and he slid inside her, she scraping her fingernails across his back.
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WE GATHER TOGETHER by Edward L. Woodyard
General FictionSometimes you have to go far away to realize just how close you really are. A straightforward, honest and emotional journey of the heart, We Gather Together is a perceptive and joyous story about a small-town suburban family that wants to come toge...
