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They sit quietly, surreptitiously glancing at each other when they think it won't be noticed.  Life's stresses have caused tensions between them to rise.

He has been quiet and distant, the frequent touches she has grown to love so much, now absent.  The ever present spark of mischief in her eyes has dulled. The frequent giggles and over the top love of life that has held him captive all these years, now dampened.

They have faced and overcome challenges before. Challenges that have tested and ultimately strengthened their bond. Yet, despite that, they sit quietly, not knowing how to bridge the gap that has grown between them.

He rises and without saying a word approaches her. She looks up as he stops directly in front of where she sits. She doesn't say a word, just reaches out to touch him. She grabs his hips and pulls him in closer, not stopping until she has buried her face in his crotch, nuzzling him like a newborn to the tit.

His hands descend to cup her head and hold her closer as she rests with her face buried in his most intimate place. They rest that way for a moment, then he steps back while reaching for his waistband. He divests himself of his clothes and steps back to where she waits.

She nuzzles him again, happy the barrier of clothes has been removed. She gently reaches out with her tongue to lightly lick at his semi flaccid member. Smoothing over the head and down the side, back up the other side as he grows harder and longer under her ministrations.

She reaches again for his hips to pull him closer as she engulfs him fully in her mouth. Swallowing down the hard length, pausing to feel him fully pushing at the back of her throat. A low groan echoes round the room, the origin of which neither of them notice in the growing lust now surrounding them.

The silence is replaced with with the sounds of sucking and slurping as she greedily works to bring him pleasure. His hands, now grasping her hair to hold on more then to guide the movements she is making. Up, down, in, out, performing the dance of lovers everywhere.

Her tongue teasing, seducing the pleasured moans from deep in his throat as she takes him even deeper into her throat. Her hands kneading at his balls now tightening with the coming explosion. Pulling out only at the last minute, she glances up to give him a look at the sparkle back in her eyes as he shoots his load all over her face.

They collapse together, the silence between them now comfortable and secure, no tensions exist.