That afternoon, still in her room, Tyler relished the way Mary's hair brushed against his nose as he moved in closer and gently kissed the back of her neck. A faint moan escaped her lips: "I miss you damn much, wife! Losing you felt like hell." Tyler whispered and felt her body loosen up and relax even—almost as if she were wilting into his arms. He adored the emotion of restraint, knowing that his efforts could affect her mood and had the power to bring her higher levels of pleasure than she would allow anyone else to. Drawing his hand up, letting his fingers gently ripple up her flat stomach, finding their way to her forearm, and snaking up towards her neck as he slowly caressed her short, soft hair to that wonderful area where her neck and shoulders meet in a smooth embrace.
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