A/N: Dirty little one shot. This started out with a different pairing but it fit better with these characters instead!
Enjoy!
His fingers danced across her skin, soothing the marks of the whip that she had willingly allowed into their bedroom. She writhed against the leather restraints and he felt her hips buck beneath his.
It was the only time Gomez Addams saw his wife's passion fully unleashed.
She only proved herself susceptible to any unrestrained emotion or feeling was in the bedroom, not that he was complaining, not at all. She was wild and untameable but for once she had allowed him to be in charge; something that rarely happened and he jumped at the chance.
"Gomez." She crooned as his touch pebbled her skin, the tips of his fingers circling her breasts and trailing lower. Morticia watched him throw the whip to the side and he attacked her neck with his teeth. He licked, grazed and nipped at her throat, her head pushed back into the pillows to allow him better access she let out a soft scream as he nibbled her earlobe.
"Tish." He whispered, his fingers marking a determined path to her core where she spread herself for him.
"Gomez please!" He almost stopped in shock; he'd never heard her beg or plead in his life and if he wasn't so turned on he would draw out the torture for her, just to hear the sugared words of pleading once more. But he couldn't, he needed to feel her. He needed to taste her and he did so, feeling her body tense and writhe beneath his questing tongue. He watches as she pulls tight against the restraints, her body arching as he turns his head to bite her thigh, marking the creamy expanse of skin. "Mon cher." She says hoarsely and Gomez cannot contain himself any longer. Slipping back up to her body, he kisses her fervently, and she moans as she tastes herself in his kisses. She bites his lip to remind him what she wants and he presses himself inside her. Letting out another passionate cry, Morticia tugs hard on the restraints, cursing that she cannot hold him close to her as he continues to thrust inside of her.
"Cara Mia." He says brokenly and she kisses him on the neck, the shoulder, the face, anywhere she can lay her lips on. She bites his shoulder as he supports himself and she hears him grunt at the surprise of the pain – she is not a gentle woman.
"Gomez, I am so close, please darling." She begs and she lets out a noise as he leans back, hands locking under her back to lift her hips up, changing the angle as he continues to fuck her. It works, like it does every time – she feels the waves of pleasure engulf and drown her, her screams fading as she almost loses consciousness, only brought back to reality at hearing her beloved Gomez moan her name. His hips jerk suddenly and Morticia listens to his shout of passion, words melting from Castilian to English and back again.
"Cara mia." He said breathlessly, reaching up with shaky hands to free her from the leather binds, groaning quietly as Morticia's long nail scrape up his back and through his hair.
"Mon cher." She responds and they are caught in a less wild but still passionate kiss. The love they have for one another poured into that breathless moment and Morticia smiles against his lips.
"We should really let the postman in again if this is to be the result." She whispers and Gomez lets out a laugh.
"Indeed darling, I shall get Lurch to free the poor man before Wednesday finds him."