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Leanna, I need this. I need you.’
    â€˜I know,’ I mumble, barely able to comprehend as my body is so overtaken by lust. Pleasure pools heavily in the bottom of my tummy, leading into the core of my pelvis. With every flick of his fingers, every stroke of his thumb on my clit the pressure increases.
    My hand moves without being powered by my mind. I just automatically fall into patterns that I know pleasure him.
    I battle with the desire to cry out the closer I come to my release. I bury my face in his shoulder and he curls his body around me, to cradle me.
    The intimacy of that pushes me over and I whimper, moan and bite down on the flesh of his neck, just above his collar bone. The pinching pain of my boiling-over lust causes him to growl and his cock to spurt out its fountain of warm seed. I massage the warm liquid over his sensitive flesh and then lift a finger to my mouth to savour his flavour. He links his arm through mine and licks his own fingers clean, the smell of our sated sex mingling and permeating the atmosphere.
    â€˜Whoa.’ I gasp.
    â€˜Uh-huh,’ he responds between pants.
    â€˜I like making out.’
    â€˜So do I,’ he says solemnly, ‘but I can’t wait to fuck you, fuck you as my wife.’
    â€˜Yes, I want to be fucked in a wifely manner, I want to see how that works.’ I chuckle. ‘Gosh, Joe. I never really truly imagined I’d be your wife. I always thought you were well out of my league.’
    â€˜I’ve always had a soft spot for you,’ he replies, squeezing my fingers with his own, ‘but I’ve never been good at expressing my emotions. I wish I’d told you sooner exactly how I felt.’
    â€˜If wishes were fishes I’d …’ It was a famous saying but I couldn’t remember the ending. ‘Have mackerel for tea or something like that.’ I laugh. ‘We’re here now and that’s what counts.’
    â€˜True.’ he sighs. ‘But I wish we were somewhere Mother-free right now.’
    â€˜Agreed. You’re right, you know, she really is a bitch.’
    â€˜You’re surprised by that?’ He gasps.
    â€˜No, well, sort of. I mean I know that when you’re all wrapped up in your issues they can seem so much bigger than they actually are, you know? So I was quite willing to give Beverly the benefit of the doubt, but no, actually you were quite generous in describing her faults.’
    â€˜I learnt a long time ago that when it comes to Mother the smaller the amount of attention you can give to her the better. I just carry it on even when she’s not around. Force of habit, I suppose.’
    â€˜I think you’ll have to give me the award for the worst in-law, Joe. I thought my mum was bad enough but yours? Yours makes mine look pretty much sane.’
    Joe sighs deeply.
    â€˜Oh, I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to pick on her or make you feel bad.’ I gasp and run my hand down his chest in comfort.
    â€˜No, no, it’s nothing you’ve said,’ he quickly reassures me, ‘not you at all. It’s just having Mom around. She stresses me out and, well, seeing her stress you out makes me feel all the worse.’
    â€˜It’s OK.’ I kiss his cheek. ‘I can cope with her for a couple more days. It’ll be fine, no worries.’
    â€˜I guess I’ll cope too. I’m remembering why I ran so far to get away from her, though.’
    â€˜You came to Britain to leave your mum behind?’
    â€˜Pretty much.’ He rocks his head in a drawn-out nod. ‘I justified it in a few other ways, but yes, I escaped my mother by leaving the country.’
    â€˜Wow, that’s … something.’
    â€˜Isn’t it just? I felt that when I was over there she could still so easily judge me. She’s phone me, get my number of friends and the family of friends and the first thing she’d do was to berate me for leaving