Author's Note: The following story is about the sex life of Jethro and Suzanne Gibbs, newlyweds. For those who are not familiar with the "Suzanne" character, please feel free to visit "September Song" (2013) for background information on Suzanne. That is a starting point for Suzanne in 2013. Also, "You've Got a Friend" (2014/2015) is also a good story that gives light to the Suzanne/Gibbs dynamic as well.
The following story is sexual, so it is definitely an "M" story. The beginning is a Gibbs narrative, briefly explaining the reason for Hawaii as a setting and as to why he's marrying for a fifth time. The remainder of the story delves into sex as a "holy covenant" between man and wife and how Gibbs helps shy new wife with little sexual experience into letting go. Please read and provide some feedback! Thanks and please enjoy!
Hawaii came to mind during the summer, probably a month after I proposed. At her home, I noticed a letter with an enclosed picture. The restored portrait was of a little girl, ebony-skinned, and adorable in pink-strapless summer dress with huge white hibiscus flowers, ribbons that accentuated her two thick ponytails and the classic Keds sneakers with white socks. The backpack was Army-issued, the embroidered name-tag with McNamara in pink and dyed in a lighter hue of pink to compliment Army green.
"That was my first day of school in Hawaii." She chuckled. "Wouldn't go unless I had a camouflaged backpack like Daddy. Mom dyed mine pink!"
"How long were you in Hawaii?"
"Three years." She smiled, obviously remembering the Aloha state with fondness. "Did Kindergarten, second and third. I skipped first grade."
I liked the thought of taking Suzanne to Hawaii for a honeymoon.
Technically, I did violate Rules 12 or 13; Suz was not a lawyer or my employee; she happened to work in our building, studied law and public policy, and yes, grabbed hold of my heart. I enjoyed talking to her about anything, especially the law. That's what she studied at Georgetown, along with Public Policy. Suz was not a slick lawyer but more of an advocate. Her goals leaned on human rights. Looks could also be deceiving as well, because she was very attractive even with the bifocal glasses and hair rolled neatly in a bun. She made that dull blue polyester pants and denim shirt look eye-catching that I had several back glances, just to make sure if I were truly at work. I wanted to ask Suz out but was too shy to take the initiative. It took an additional year. From the glances we exchanged over a year's time, the feeling was mutual.
Over the summer, I finally took the first step and had an unofficial first date where we kissed. I guess we started dating around Labor Day, as she began her final year at Georgetown. For the nine months, Suz and I kept our relationship private. Besides, that final year of school was a challenge for her. We had one guaranteed date day, which was on Sunday. If I wanted an entire day, I met her at church service. Our standing appointment was dinner, usually Chinese. Other nights were a question of schedules, of availability. Two nights, she either attended classes or studied in the library well after midnight. Two days, Suz arrived at work 4 am and worked 10 hour shifts—4 to 4—went straight home to do homework, housework. I found, discovered a blissful, joyful, spiritual love with a young woman at a time I was content. Once I confessed and she had reservations, I could not imagine my life without Suzanne Denise McNamara, soon to be Suzanne Gibbs. I had to convince, persuade, even open my heart in order to open hers.
We both agreed on the simple wedding at Base Chapel. As for the honeymoon, she suggested the cabin. I pondered for a while about my girl's wishes for our honeymoon.
I had plenty of leave time as did Suzanne. I had McGee researched the vacation and annual leave for my fiancée; she had accumulated quite a bit over several years, even over the past year! Even the days Susie spent, she'd earn twice as much! At a given time in her 5 years at NCIS, she worked on average 52 hours with 13 paid vacation days. With additional education and experience, her salary increased. By her fourth year, she was due for a promotion. Suzanne declined, knowing that with a year left, automatically, she would qualify for two additional steps. Instead, she opted to retain her position with the option of comp time or overtime pay; pretty smart move on her part. Suzanne graduated from Georgetown in May, took the Bar Exam early July. Personnel offered a temporary position in legal until December, which she accepted. 'Assignment transfer' it was called-researcher. The main responsibility was typing, analyzing and researching legal precedents.
I mentioned the idea to McGee and DiNozzo when they first inquired about the wedding on October 15.
"DiNozzo, Suz's the one." He was still in disbelief about my upcoming marriage. 15 years I'd been single. I was looking forward to having a wife, and a wife like Suzanne. Perhaps he was jealous.
"Make sure you don't get them a crappy present!" McGee reminded his colleague.
"Legitimate, legal, and paid with compliments from the DiNozzo Advisory Corporation, LLC."
DiNozzo handed me plane tickets, the hotel and rental car information with a huge smile.
"Dad came through with the tickets; I arranged the hotel accommodations."
"It'll be a place where you two can have a fresh start." Tony said.
Fresh start. I relished at the thought.
When Jethro and Suzanne first made love, of course, there were a number of reasons for quietness, for patience and gentleness. The two were physically intimate before the wedding. He was the first. Not only was it a first as a couple but her first experience. He only wanted to leave a positive impression, without the negative connotations such as emotional or physical awkwardness. The wedding morning indicated some tameness, where Jethro, once again, withheld his yearn.
Being with only Suzanne for over a year, practicing some restraint, taught him how to please with only kissing and touching. Jack mentioned 'Suzanne first' as a reminder to have patience. No need, Jethro thought. The shyness heightened the lovemaking, the anticipation of wonderful gifts she possessed once comfortable. Hawaii was an ideal place for her to become uninhibited, to relax. The sheets were the softest. The bed, king sized, was large enough to accommodate two individuals over six feet in comfort.
He awoke with amorous thoughts. The sun rose. The waves along the beach were heard from the slightly ajar balcony door. The yellow-orange sunrise along the horizon was an added incentive to wake Suzanne. Hawaii was beautiful and so was his wife, he thought. The picturesque scene brought out the need to physically express the romantic mood.
Suzanne was still sleeping but awakened with gentle kisses, touches across her shoulders, back. She rolled over, facing Jethro. Quickly, she covered her nude body. Suzanne chuckled.
For moments, it was quiet as they touched one another, looked into each other's eyes. The two were sitting in the bed.
"Good Morning." Suzanne's instinct was to kiss him back and caress his chest.
"Good Morning, Suzanne Gibbs."
Jethro knew how to kiss. 'It's a gift,' he often whispered in her ear. With his lips, Jethro pulled her bottom lip, sucking on it so gently. It was a nice way to greet the new day, a new opportunity. The covers concealed his bottom.
Suzanne also touched very softly, tenderly. Her lips kissed, sucked below his shoulder. Her hands teased his nipples. He moaned in pleasure. It was by instinct his hands held her head.
"Sure you don't know what you're doing?" His experience with life and love taught him to respect women. Suzanne was first in the bedroom. He took his time; Suzanne followed his cue.
"Just instinct." Her kisses traveled south, resting on his stomach.
"Good instincts…" Jethro whispered. "Mmm…That's it…" Jethro responded, playing with her hair. He kissed her neck. The attention to that one erogenous spot prompted Suzanne to move closer.
"See? See how I'm so ready for you…so hard for you." Jethro guided his hand. Her eyes bulged slightly; a giggle came from her lips. "Obviously, you turn me on."
Jethro's hands continued caressing with close inspection to her long legs. She nodded. After a while, he managed to place one leg around his waist while the other along her lower back as part of foreplay.
"Just relax, Susie…baby…" Gibbs whispered in her ear. Soon Suzanne felt all of her husband.
He continued moaning softly and maintaining a sensual pace. "I couldn't wait…" Jethro whispered with urgency.
Gibbs kissed Suzanne longer, playfully darting his tongue inside her mouth. She kept her leg in place, allowing him to caress her bottom, her back. Little beads of perspiration formed on his forehead. Their bodies were an ideal fit—rising and falling together simultaneously.
"Oh, God…" She responded with a soft gasp. Instead of pleasure, it was pain.
He quickened his pace. Suzanne clung onto him, eyes rolling in pleasure. She hid her face, still shy.
"Oh, my sweet virgin…" Jethro moaned. "Let me see that face…"
Suzanne's face was easy to read. Her expressive eyes allowed Gibbs to gauge her excitement. She closed her eyes briefly, rolled in pleasure, sighed and opened her mouth, just speechless by the experience. That look permitted him to take deeper strokes. Deliberately, his pace was harder, more passionate.
"That's it…I want to see you want me…" He caressed her cheek. His ego lifted that only he made Suzanne emotionally vulnerable, that she allowed only him. She became quiet.
"No, baby…" Gibbs pleaded, tilting her head and a short peck on the lips while holding her.
"Don't be quiet…I wanna hear you loving it."
"Yeah?" She moaned once again and slightly trembled, an indicator that she was reaching a peak. Jethro loved it.
"Yeah…turns me on when you're turned on." He continued whispering.
The position changed from male to female superior. Her breasts gently brushed against Jethro's chest.
"I like this position…" Jethro whispered, with Suzanne controlling the rhythm. She was body-conscious. "Mmm…obviously, you like it, too…"
"Jethro…?" Her moans were high-pitched, shorter in nature.
"Yes…" he whispered, continued kissing intermittently. "Mmm…Suzanne, that's it, baby…"
"Oh, God, Jethro…?!"
"Oh yeah…" Gibbs moaned. "That's my girl…" Gibbs stroked her back. Suzanne's grip loosened and her eyes closed tightly. His voice deepened, his hands firmly affixed on her waist.
"Come for me." Jethro muttered.
"Oh, Jethro!"
"Baby…" Jethro kissed her stomach, her shoulders. "That's it…come for me…"
Gibbs laid Suzanne on the bed, resting on top of her. He felt the rapid heart rate against his chest. Gibbs stroked her hair and tenderly kissed her forehead.
"You are…so beautiful." Jethro traced her face with a single finger. Suzanne chuckled softly.
He stroked her cheek, kissed her soft lips. "Don't be scared."
"I'm not with you." Suzanne said, breathless, sweaty. "I love you, Jethro."
"I love you, Suzanne."
Quickly, she rolled on the side of the bed, cried softly to her self. Instead of tears of joy, it indicated pain of an awkward experience. Jethro soon realized his new wife was not comfortable.
'I just wish Susie would…let go with me.' Jethro thought. 'I am your husband.'
They spent the majority of their week as a newly married couple. Work-related items were left in Washington. It was time where the two bonded through swimming, snorkeling, and lounging on the beach. Suzanne noticed the surf shop and its selection of rental boards. It was a first for Jethro Gibbs, the following suggestion.
"Hey: let's go surfing, catch a few waves." She suggested.
"Ever been surfing?" Jethro asked.
"Really?!" Suzanne displayed her surprised but disgusted face—frowned, eyebrow raised in disbelief. "I lived here and in California; there are black surfers, contrary to popular belief!"
Jethro declined. Rather, he learned more about the adventurous nature, chuckling at Suzanne's hibiscus shorts and matching "Zog" t-shirt, carrying a rented surfboard and listening more of his new wife's past adventures.
"I was a mini Grommet—'Smurfette the Surfette'-young surfer, started out when I was about 8, 9 years old with Simon in the Pacific. I even got a surfboard when we lived in Virginia." Suzanne replied. "Senior year of high school, during college, a few of us go to Virginia Beach, sometimes the Outer Banks caught a few waves…I was okay, not that good."
They agreed to a resting place. It was where Suzanne removed her outer wear. Underneath the shorts and tee was a two piece bikini. Susan packed a very sexy yet modest two piece swimsuit for her daughter—polka dot, high-waist bikini bottom with a halter-style top.
"You need a wet suit?" Jethro asked.
Suzanne's nods indicated no. "This is Hawaii! The water's perfect! I should be fine." Suzanne answered, removing the shorts. Soon, she removed the t-shirt, standing there.
My God! She's got a body! Jethro was speechless as she casually walked out, the surfboard resting on her right hip. A few men whistled, pointed.
He watched from the sidelines, impressed, even tickled, with Suzanne. She remembered what to do—the leash, the lay, paddle into the water, the patience for an opportunity, "goody-foot," the pop, ride, and how to properly prepare for a wipe-out.
"Be careful, Sugar!" Gibbs whispered. He stood near the lifeguard tower.
"Let me guess…your wife?"
Jethro nodded with pride.
"Nice…"
The husband's smile turned into a scowl.
"Oh…I meant, nice wave! How she handled that wave was nice! Obviously, she's not a first-timer on the board." The lifeguard assured, watching her. He gave Jethro his spare pair of binoculars.
"See? There she is."
"Wow!" Jethro watched. Suzanne was in a lineup. Patiently, she rode the wave.
"She's not a wave hog, even though she's top in line…"
"One word of advice: go out and tow her in." The lifeguard suggested. "She's having a good session…probably will be tired once she comes in."
Beautiful view, Jethro whispered. It was the way she emerged from the water—the beads glossed by the sun across her body, the surfboard resting across her left side and her wet braids dangled to the right.
"Woo!" She smiled, walked on the sand, shaking her hair.
Gibbs was not a fan of social media or technology. Recently, he learned his older cellphone took pictures; surprisingly, he quickly took one of Suzanne as she emerged from the water with surfboard in hand. He thought of work only once, believing that a picture would surprise every one!
"I'm calling this 'Honey Rider.'" He held the phone. Proudly, he displayed several pictures.
"Why?" She chuckled. "Why did you take a picture?"
"Because…you look sexy." Jethro replied. "I might want to keep these for some…inspiration."
That afternoon, the couple were enjoying the sun and water relaxation. Suzanne was stunning, wearing sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat, simply enjoying the sun.
Again, Jethro clicked several more pictures.
"I'm putting this on Tweeter." Jethro smiled.
"You mean, Twitter?" Suzanne laughed. "Your phone doesn't have the capability."
'Mrs. Gibbs…' he mumbled, pecking the keyboard. "Hey, I just sent it all to McGee!" He laughed, Suzanne trying to grab the phone.
"Honey!" Suzanne laughed.
"They're going to find out you are sexy…" Gibbs said in a sing-song voice.
"What made you take a picture of me?!" His phone chirped, indicating a message. Suzanne stood beside Gibbs as he retrieved the message:
"Because…you are beautiful."
"Well, it's because you make me feel sexy." Suzanne kissed Jethro with a sweet, short peck. Her hands wrapped around Jethro's shoulders, embracing him.
'Very nice!' Tim responded.
Of course, the picture was shared with others in MTAC. Suddenly, his phone chimed with several more text messages!
'Whoa, Mrs. Gibbs!' was from Tony, commenting on the 'Honey Rider' pose. "Nice work, Boss…"
As visitors and natives glimpsed at Suzanne, they too gazed, smiled, and even whistled! Immediately, Gibbs suggested to his wife a souvenir from the local clothing store—a Hawaiian dress. After the attention, he was more than happy to purchase it! The color was red with the familiar large white hibiscus flowers. The dress tied at the neck and fit close to the body. On Suzanne, the dress was knee-length and very becoming. The last picture Gibbs sent from his cellphone was of him and Susie. He stood behind her, embracing her from behind. The two looked into each other's eyes.
Jethro visited a gift shop while Suzanne had a complimentary hula lesson. The two had dinner at a local restaurant with a beautiful beach side view. The sun was dimming, still a good 90 minutes before sunset.
"Suzanne…" Jethro traced her arm with a single finger. "Bought you a present…"
"Hmm…" She whispered, reading the attached note.
"Suzanne—spread your wings and soar." She didn't recognize the present from the wedding; the little note was typed, courtesy of the bookstore employee. She removed the wrapping and immediately slammed the book back in the bag. She noticed the book title-Kama Sutra-and felt insulted.
"It's not funny." Suzanne whispered, tears in her eyes.
"Oh, honey…"
She walked onto the beach alone, stared off into the ocean. Jethro joined Suzanne moments later, his hands wrapped around her, pulling in closer.
"I'm sorry, Suzanne." Jethro admitted; he was weak when it came to her. Whenever Jethro Gibbs apologized, said those three words, he meant it. He explain the reasoning for the purchase: 'romantic inspiration.' The book seemed to do more harm than good.
"You're aggressive when it comes to the law but docile with me…" Jethro's calloused hand stroked her cheek. "Why are you so scared when we make love?"
"I know what I'm doing. I'm trained." He stood there, simply smiled. With his tender voice, his patient manner, he reminded his new wife that with practice and variety, but most of all confidence, she was far more competent. "When it comes to sex, I'm not …sure when I'm with you."
"Let's walk."
The two walked along the beach. The sunset was beautiful. Jethro reached for her hand, held it gently in his during their walk.
"Remember the night we first made love?" Jethro whispered. "Hey… I was nervous too."
"Why? You were fantastic." She answered quietly.
"We haven't tried everything in our bed..."
"That's just it; I know what I like in bed. You."
"That is why I love you, Susie…" He chuckled.
They stopped walking, resting at a secluded part of the beach.
"Look, we're married now, Suzanne." Jethro lifted her head, looked into her beautiful eyes. His kiss was slow, but soon became passionate -sucking and biting with force on her lips, eventually rolling his tongue slowly down her neck, utilizing the same force against her collarbone. Suzanne yelped in surprise.
"I know can take you higher…" he muttered seductively.
Softly, she giggled.
Jethro preferred Suzanne's long legs and beautiful smile, of all her physical attributes. Of course, her large breasts were impressive; he was not blind to the fact his wife had a curvaceous body. Jethro wondered with such an athletic body how she remained very top heavy.
"Come here…" Jethro guided her to sit on his lap. Suzanne placed her hands on his chest, caressing him as her fingernails played in his salt and pepper chest hairs peeping from his polo shirt. Through her dress, Jethro's caresses began. One hand, inside above the knee, his other calloused hands was outside, cupping one breast. Through the material, he adjusted his reach, suckled gently at the nipple.
"Just relax...and let go for me..."
"Jethro…" She chuckled. "We're outdoors…"
"I just want to see… " he kissed the left breast, then switched to the other. Jethro's suckle across her nipple turned into a slight nip of the teeth, where Suzanne moaned quietly. "How turn on you'd get…"
"People might see us…"
"Let them watch." Jethro whispered in-between long kisses. "I want them to see me with you…" His one hand that rested on her thigh made its way further inside the dress. The natural moistness just begged Jethro to at least touch.
"You're not wearing anything underneath?" He whispered, nodded in approval. His one finger gently darted inside, but one was simply not enough; a second joined in the action.
"You're driving me crazy, Susie…" His other hand touched her face.
Suzanne's eyes fluttered, her head rolled back and back slightly arched. Her arms held onto him, the two kissing wildly to quiet her moan.
"Definitely, you like this…"
"Oh, God…Jethro…" She whispered in his ear. "I'm about to…"
"Touch me. Feel how hard I am already?" He whispered. Through his khaki pants, she felt the strain against the zipper.
"Oh, come for me, Suzanne…" Jethro whispered in her ear.
"Oh, God…out here?!"
The thrusts became harder. Her body tightened around Jethro's. Her tell-tale sign of a climax was a tremble, short, deeper groans and literally tears.
"Shh…close your eyes…you're safe in my arms." As he traced her mouth with his tongue, Suzanne released softly, quietly, through a long kiss.
Moments passed, Jethro softly stroked Suzanne's back, followed the rapid breathing and flowing tears. Her eyes remained closed.
"No, no…please tell me what you're feeling…" Jethro dissuaded Suzanne from pulling away. Urgently, she tried to regain controlled, normal breathing. His fingertips stroked her face. Suzanne's body became limp from the sheer excitement.
"I want you to make love to me…" Suzanne softly whispered, followed the sentence with a passion-filled kiss.
"Yeah?" Jethro smiled, kissing her tenderly on the forehead. "You want me?"
"Will you make love to me?" Suzanne whispered.
"How can I resist?"
Walking hand-in-hand back to their hotel, he chuckled from memory the classic Suzanne line, 'Keep your audience riveted.' The new husband liked learning different dimensions, such as her intermediate surfing expertise and from the beach-time frolicking, how well she filled a two-piece. After the early evening stroll, the surprising and unexpected Suzanne maneuver—nothing underneath the hibiscus dress— Jethro was pleased by the course of events.
"Good evening, Mr. Gibbs; Mrs. Gibbs." The hostess greeted. The couple smiled, greeted accordingly. "Are you enjoying Hawaii?"
"Very much so." Jethro wrapped his frame tightly around Suzanne, nuzzling her neck.
"A complimentary gift was left in your suite."
"Thank you very much." Suzanne reached for the card, swatting her husband lovingly for being distracted before finally grabbing his hand. The two walked and entered a discreet service elevator. It was the only one that reached their suite without an audience. Both Suzanne and Jethro chuckled.
Of course, Jethro behaved like a juvenile, grabbing and kissing Suzanne passionately. The two were enjoying their honeymoon! Fourth floor. Only 11 more floors to reach, and it was the slowest elevator. Jethro, kneeling on the floor, kissing the outside of Suzanne's dress and in surprise, his head peeping inward.
Lapping only once, Suzanne's moan was the loudest response he'd ever heard.
"Oh, God, Suzanne…" he responded. Jethro flicked the emergency switch for a brief moment. The two were between the 9th and 10th floor. Again, he flickered his tongue once more and included a kiss inside her thigh. Suzanne's hands stroked Jethro's hair, her back arched in pleasure.
"Jethro…" She quickly retrieved a dash of air. Visibly, Suzanne trembled, barely holding onto the railing. Their eyes met. "Oh, God…"
Jethro quickly raised back to his feet, standing and covering Suzanne's body in front of his with an embrace. He restarted the elevator to move upward. The elevator bell chimed. With one quick swoop, Jethro cradled Suzanne, visibly shaking and tearing slightly, in his arms.
"Suzanne…" He glanced into her eyes. Suzanne's eyes were truth-telling. A few steps and a swipe of the card key, they were in the suite. Lovingly, Jethro caressed Suzanne into the shower, undressing her slowly. He paused for a moment, admiring her in the moonlight. Jethro moaned against her ear, kissing her neck as his hands roamed across her body, inching his long frame closer to the edge of her feet.
"Don't hold back…" Jethro sank to his knees, parted her legs. He kissed her inner thighs as a beginning. She rolled her head in pleasure when Jethro explored with this fingers, teasingly tracing with his tongue.
"Oh, God…"
"That's it, Susie…" Jethro muttered.
Suzanne's reactions to oral pleasure looked similar to her dance movements. She arched perfectly, body quivering at his very touch. At her very best, she controlled her breathing, allowing the electrifying sensation work through every fiber. Jethro adored the sight, the sound of his wife's pleasure. He deprived the climax, just out of curiosity.
"I want you to wait…" Jethro slowly came to his feet to embrace Suzanne, kissed her softly on the forehead.
"Don't stop, Jethro…" Suzanne begged softly.
"You liked that?" He smiled, pleased that finally, she confidently looked into his eyes and nodded an affirmative.
Eventually, she locked her hands onto Jethro's, guiding his touches along her body.
"I want you to come hard for me…later…"
Soon, his hands slipped from underneath. Jethro watched quietly. Suzanne, touching herself softly, lathering the soapy body wash across her body and even stroking herself in the same spot he conquered. A soft moan escaped from her lips, captured Jethro's full attention.
"Oh...keep doing that, Susie..." Jethro whispered. "God, I want you.."
Shyly, she stopped. She stepped from the shower, grabbing a towel to dry. Moments later, Jethro joined Suzanne. In their dark suite, the two stood near the bed, embraced, gingerly touching each other. Jethro's erection was harder than ever, just waiting and wanting entrance. She felt the heat and heard the want in his voice.
"This is when two become one…" Jethro whispered. "It's in the scripture—Genesis."
"A perfect fit?"
Jethro nodded, stroked his wife's face. "Nothing to be shameful about a covenant between a man and wife."
Jethro positioned Suzanne just right, upward and kissing her deeply, passionately as he entered inside. He held her tightly in his arms, knowing that an angled missionary was the most comfortable with his new wife. Suzanne could look into Jethro's eyes, feel comfortable. Because of height, even the fact he was well-versed in lovemaking, the person in charge should be the facilitator. Already in position—lying in bed with Jethro beginning by standing on the floor, her eyes widened at the sheer size, the feeling of her husband as he started inside her.
"Oh, Jethro…" Suzanne moaned.
"God, you're so wet for me…" Suzanne blushed. He paused for a moment as he established a teasingly faster down stroke followed by a slow, upward motion.
"That's how lovers talk…?"
"Tell each other how it feels…how they feel." Jethro stroked her hair, looked deeply in her eyes and kissed her softly on the lips. "You feel absolutely amazing…"
His hand held hers. In a gentle motion, it raised over Suzanne's head. Their eyes locked, her head nodded with understanding as husband and wife continued to make love.
"Mmm…are you ready to go all night, Susie?" Jethro asked in his low, guttural voice and then passionately kissed her lips. His other caressed a breast, moving upward to touch her hair. She smiled, tilted her head and body in enjoyment.
"Yes…" Suzanne's voice was barely audible.
"I'm all the way inside you…" Jethro whispered and then kissed her lovingly.
"You're nice and relaxed for me…" Suzanne moaned in agreement, eyes rolling in the back of her head.
"Jethro, you feel so good…"
"Good, baby…" His strokes delved deeper. Still moaning, she adjusted her legs onto his back, arched higher.
Subtle clues further let the couple know the partner's endurance level. Suzanne's feminine sighs and gasps escaped from her lips. Her inner muscles contracted around him, clung onto him like a vise grip.
"Oh …you are really enjoying this…"
Whenever Jethro dropped his head downward, his soft grunts vibrated against her ear, his time was near. That type of response was erotically delightful and a treasure. Both were close to a climax.
"Oh, Suzanne…let's come together, baby…"
Her releases were tied with emotion—the physical along with the crying. She cried her husband's name passionately.
"That's it, baby…come for me." He whispered.
He thrust erratically, kissing her mouth hungrily. When she reached the apex, her eyes filled with tears. Suzanne's body shook, trembled from the intense lovemaking. Jethro extended the thrusts moments longer, just to extend their release.
"Susie…baby…" he whispered, wrapping her closely into his arms. Suzanne was still crying from the intensity. Sweetly, he kissed her hair, rocking her back and forth. A few moments passed; Jethro ran his fingers playfully through her hair. "I love you."
He gently raised her chin from his chest with his hand. The tears subsided, the trembling calmed.
"Tell me..." Jethro wiped a solitary tear from her eye.
"I love you."
"I know that." He smiled. "You're still shaking."
"I never..." Suzanne began, then stopped. A gentle stroke across her face relaxed her to continue. "Jethro, I've never...came like that before."
"You can more than once..."
Suzanne chuckled, which made Jethro pull her closer, alleviate some of his concerns.
"It's why I concentrate more on you."
"Well, what about pleasing you, Jethro?"
"This is all new to you, Grasshopper." Jethro kissed her on the forehead. "Hearing you excited, enjoying sex, loving what I am saying, doing...that really turns me on." He glanced into Suzanne's eyes.
"Let's enjoy our honeymoon and marriage; we have a lifetime to love one another."