note: an outtake from my 'everlark' piece called If it Kills Me.
for: barbarella-1980
Madge wakes to ocean fresh air that carries on a breeze through the open window of their beach side hotel. Shivering, she curls up into her new husband's pebbling body as it raises and falls in slumber.
Placing her whole palm on his lean, olive coloured chest, she can feel him shift. A small groan passes his lips as the arm that rests behind her head grips her shoulder. The tiny noise travels down south, thoroughly peaking her interest.
A smile graces her lips. Stretching up, Madge presses her mouth gently below his jaw, down the side of his neck, until she reaches his clavicle where her lips kneed at the skin covering the bone. His rough, morning voice sings a wanton moan fueling her suctioned lips. While her wandering hands trail further down and around his body.
Dipping down below his waist, her fingers step up his inner thigh one by one dancing around the stiff muscle between them.
"Madge," he croaks as she drags her fingers up and down the hard shaft that lays flat against his abdomen.
Humming, happily, she wraps her hand around him and lazily begins to draw her fist up and down his length. Groaning louder, his dark heavy lids open, a dense cloud of lust swimming amongst the gray.
"Madge…" his tone warns. Looking at him with bright, innocent eyes, she pouts slightest. He folds like a house of cards. Cupping her cheeks in the palm of his hands, he captures her mouth and pries her lips hungrily with his tongue. It slides along hers as it traces every inch of the cavity with urgency.
Not being able to help the moan that rumbles in her chest, she snaps her hands out from around him and places them securely beside his head as she straddles his hips. With his mouth still preoccupied with hers, the slight lift of his eyebrow speak louder than words.
Sitting up her haunches and letting go of his mouth with a quiet pop, she aligns herself with him before lowering herself down again with a gasp. Even after all the years they have been together, his girth is still heft to shallow.
Slowly, she begins to lift her hips pulling agonizing groans from her husband as he bucks involuntarily against her.
"Madge," he calls, his vocal folds vibrate into a raspy tone as he grasps onto her hips and pushes upwards. "Faster."
Obeying his request, Madge rolls her hips into his quickly, meeting him movement for movement.
She can feel his hands slide off her waist and down between them. Two adventurous fingers snaking further and rubbing slow circles around her clit. Her back arches as hips thrust against his roughly, eliciting a louder string of moans from him and, surprisingly, from her as well.
"Gale," she whimpers, into the crook of his neck as the circles around her clit become smaller and faster.
"Please, more!"
"Ready to come for me, baby?" he prompts, pride laced in his tone.
"Yes," she breathes as their bodies roll together at a snails pace. His sporadic, nonrhythmic thrusts tell her he's just as close. Another rough thrusts of her hips and Gale comes apart, releasing himself into her with a final deep thrust of his own.
Exhaling in satisfaction, he sits up and pushes Madge onto her back with a heated kiss.
Slithering down her creamy complexion, he makes a beeline of butterfly kisses leading right down to her center where his tongue sweeps over the swollen bump. Whimpering without abandon, her pianist hands fly into his hair, holding him tightly as his hot, wet, tongue lapses at her feverishly.
"G-gale.. I-I … ah!" she squeaks."I'm going to - " The electrical current of her orgasm ignites through her body, cut her words short as a gasp takes their place.
Triumphantly, Gale crawls up beside his panting wife and places a kiss on her temple.
"Good morning, darling," he greets with a playful smile.
Glancing back at him, she searches for his hand and weaves them together. "Good morning."