So, here I am in front of the keyboard with two stories in different fandoms in progress, another two started but nothing posted, and three more ideas begging to be get started and this pops into my head, lol. Short and sweet but hopefully gives us all a little spark of inspiration ;-)


He was at her mercy; there was no use denying it. She had teased and taunted him all day and then all through dinner at her parents' until he had been ready to explode. The ride home in the car had been torture. And now he was here, flat on his back in their bed, even more at her mercy than ever.

She was hovering over him, her eyes dark with lust and longing and while they were mesmerizing, her exposed breast was far too tempting. She thwarted his every attempt to touch her there and then tormented him further by dangling her treasure over him, just out of reach of his lips. "You'll be the death of me," he groused.

Her light tinkling laughter was her only response; that and her hand's quick swipe over his manhood, eliciting an agonized groan from him. She appeased him with a kiss.

She slid down his torso, her core coming to rest over his arousal. He felt his own twitches at the contact and his hips bucked involuntarily. He was far too excited to last long with her positioned like that. "Edith," he gasped.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as she began to slide over the length of him, her moisture making it an easy journey. His hand went to her derriere frantically in an attempt to control her motion. But his Edith was not in the mood to be controlled, but very controlling instead.

She made two more passes over him before finally allowing him entry and what a glorious moment that was, her small moans of pleasure as she swallowed his length adding fuel to his already blazing fire. "Oh god…Edith," he whimpered as her tightness surrounded him.

Not done with his torture, she wiggled over him just a little and then squeezed him even tighter with her luscious warmth. It was the end of him playing nicely. He rolled with a vengeance, flipping their positions so that he was over her now and acting from instinct, he took control from her. She gasped and giggled and then moaned before chastising him. "But I wanted to pleasure you, my darling."

He was beyond their usual banter however and merely responded by thrusting into her, eliciting a long low keen from her as her hips lifted, giving him better access. His control crumbled in that motion as heated frenzy took hold. He only lasted a few more thrusts and just as he was losing himself in her, she rewarded him with her own shattered squeal. They moved as one until both were spent and he fell away, too weak to hold himself off her any longer. She wasn't quite done with him yet though, and curled over him, her hand resting on his chest, over his still racing heart. Her feathery, still labored breaths tickled the light hairs on his chest as her leg settled between his, her thigh covering his now withered manhood.

"Mmmmm," she purred in a now languid state.

He lifted his hand to hold her against him, snug and warm. "Quite right, my darling."

He fell asleep like that, still at the mercy of his wife, his dearest darling, Edith, knowing that no dreams could measure up to the one he was living.