Almost, But Not Quite

I like it rough, I told him.
How rough?
Sweaty, no-holds-barred rough.
You sure? he said as he nibbled on the straps of my nightgown. We might wake the baby up.
It's pitch-black. She won't see a thing even if we wake her up.
He starts kissing, kneading, exhaling. I feel goosebumps form everywhere. He starts cupping my breasts. I strain [...]

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