Husband walks up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzles his face against my neck.
A delighted sigh seeps past my lips. I say, "Man ... I love when you touch me," and melt into his strong embrace.
He kisses the spot just below my ear and chuckles. He moans a little and then whispers, "Good ... because I love touching you."
It's really the most special thing of all ... isn't it? Being touched by someone you truly love.
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