Howard loves her, and that hasn’t changed, even if his actions and words say it has, he knows, knows that he should show her m o r e affection, remind her that she is safe and loved. That he loves her, and that he will ALWAYS love her, no matter what happens. Lips crash together, mesh as if they were made for e a c h other, one hand moves to grasp at her waist, the other slides down her flat stomach, brushes against the front of her p a n t i e s , brown eyes lock on her azure ones, words aren’t needed and lips c l a s h together again in a needy desperate kiss, both hands move to slide her underwear down her legs, well halfway , perhaps he’s a little too lazy to completely take them off. He l o o k s at her with lust in his eyes, hunger, desire. ❝I want you.❞ he whispers in her ear, lips capturing her earlobe for a few moments.
he knows just where to touch her, always has ever since they’d met all those years ago ( in both intimate ways and not ), and for that, maria is thankful. his wandering hand that slides down along her abdomen to settle at the front of her panties for a few teasing seconds will send a shiver up her spine, maria’s arms once more wrapping around her husband’s neck before he’s pulling away to meet her gaze. and it’s in that moment, the half second before lips clash again, that maria knows they’ve reconnected in a way they haven’t in months. years, even. and so, as pouts meet before he’s once more pulling away to remove her panties, she’ll kick them off so howard need not worry about them, their cores pressed to one another and his desperate words of desire running through her veins as his lips taunt the sensitive skin of her ear. ❛ — then take me. ❜ permission is granted, one arm unwrapping from around him to reach between their bodies, hand grasping his length to further his hardness. just as he knows much about how to get her going, maria has learned a few tricks over the years on how to return the favor.