The lowering of Tanya's head triggered his upper teeth to sink longingly into his bottom lip. Face down, ass up was his favorite position and the fact that she obediently assumed it without direction or force further stirred his hunch that they were cosmically destined to be together... or at least fuck. The way she beckoned him not to tease her — while her own hips assumed a teasing, rhythmic  sway — made him smirk and exhale sharply; a kind of shallow, almost-mocking half laugh. His left hand continued to grip her butt cheek as his right hand reached for her taint. He hooked an index finger into the red lace gusset of her thong and pulled it deftly to the side, exposing her holes to the winter chill of his bedroom. Something about her still being mostly clothed but exposed was sexier than if she were just totally naked.<br/><br/>His right hand, following the earlier motions of the left, rose up and thundered down on her right ass cheek.<i>SMACK </i>and grab. He spread her bubbly globes (no doubt the product of daily pilates classes) apart. He could see how wet she was and he felt a surge of pride at having inspired such arousal. He looked away from her nakedness just long enough to lock eyes with her and then move his gaze to the diamond wedding band glinting on her hand, which was currently clutching at his bedspread. He then refocused on his target.<br/><br/>He took a loud, sharp breath in. When he exhaled, he sent a gooey glob of spit hurtling forward. It hit — bullseye — directly onto her butthole before starting to drip down. He paused for all of a second before diving the fuck in. His face lunged forward. His mouth went straight to her butthole. He started to kiss and suck and lap at it as though it were an oasis and he just stumbled starving out of the Sahara.