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on the side of the pulled-out sofa closest to me.
    Joe flops his long body onto the sofa bed beside me.
    â€˜Well, it’s a break for you now, and Lucy is asleep. We can just get comfy and relax.’ I snuggle into him and run my hand down his hard chest.
    â€˜Yeah.’ He sighs. ‘Sure.’
    â€˜Oh, sweetheart, it’s not for long and we get married in just a few more days.’
    â€˜Yes, I can’t wait, Leanna, I really can’t. She just   my mother is   I don’t know, she stresses me out, majorly stresses me out.’
    â€˜I can tell,’ I reply,’ and I’ve not exactly taken a shine to her myself, but she’s your mother, we have to put up with her.’
    Joe nods. ‘It’s going to be hard work, though,’
    â€˜I’m here with you.’ I kiss his cheek. ‘We’ll survive this together.’
    â€˜Oh yes. Thank God I’ve got you.’
    â€˜Mmm, thank God indeed.’
    Having his warm body so close to me is infinitely tempting. For what seems like for ever we’ve kept our distance from each other. I am not a stickler for tradition but I thought it would make our wedding night special if we abstained for the week before.
    Mistake. My blood boils with pent-up lust and there isn’t a spare moment when my mind isn’t off gallivanting in sexy town.
    The kiss comes from nothing and our lips dance and our bodies line up to follow suit. His hard lines press into my soft curves and we join together, anticipation buzzing across my flesh and arousal zipping through my veins.
    â€˜I’ve missed this,’ he mumbles between kisses and I just nod in agreement. Because of the constraints of our little home we’ve continued to share a bed, but we have maintained a strict no-touch policy. There’s been a line like an invisible brick wall that’s separated us. Apparently it doesn’t stretch to items of living room furniture however bedlike that item appears to be.
    â€˜I have to,’ I gasp when I can break away from his kiss for a little bit, ‘but remember what we promised.’
    â€˜I know,’ he replies. His hands run up under my T-shirt and grip my breast. ‘But this isn’t making love, darlin’, this is just making out.’
    â€˜And that’s OK, right?’ I reply as he frees my breast from its cup and tweaks my nipple.
    â€˜Sure.’ I feel his head nodding against mine and our desperate kisses continue. ‘As long as we have our clothes on and there’s no penetration it’s fine. That’s the rules.’
    â€˜Well, if it’s the rules  ’ I grin and slip my hands down to the bulge in his jeans. ‘Then I will have to play by them.’
    â€˜Please do.’ He gasps when I pop open his button and slide down his zip.
    It isn’t difficult for me to persuade myself he’s right, especially when his lips are on mine and his hand is pushing down into my pants.
    I’ve been with him so long that I am starting to slip into his Americanisms. ‘Is this still making out?’ I ask, as his probing finger slips inside me.
    â€˜Sure,’ he whispers, ‘you can touch my cock too, if you’d like.’
    I return his cheeky smile with a knowing one of my own.
    â€˜Oh, I can, can I?’ My false affront kids no one as his finger-fucking sends a spasm through me and I moan involuntarily loudly.
    â€˜Yes, you can, slut, or do you want me to get all masterful on your ass?’
    As tempting as the invitation to a spanking is I have to decline. I am far too aware of the noise it would make.
    â€˜No, sir.’ I slip my hand into his boxers. ‘I’ll wank your hard, thick cock. It will be my pleasure, sir.’
    â€˜And mine.’ He nibbles lightly on my bottom lip. I wrap my fingers around him and revel in the throbbing heat when I rub up and down his length.
    â€˜â€˜Fuck,’ he curses. ‘Fuck,