The following morning, she woke up in his arm. When she turned to face her husband, a bright smile appeared on her face. Morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains. She looked at Erwin's sleeping face and remembered the first time she woke up next to him. A heated flush ran across her cheeks. She carefully extracted herself from his embrace and padded into the shower.

She returned to their bedroom after showering to see her husband already awake, lazily reading the papers.

She crawled back up on the bed and sat down on Erwin. She took the papers out of his hand and threw it on the floor. She saw the burning way down in his eyes when she met his stare again. She lowered her gaze to the sensual outline of his lips, so inviting, so dangerously close. He ran his hand over the left cheek of her buttocks and then down her thigh, increasing the pleasure. She watched the emotion storm into his eyes before she pressed her lips eagerly to his. She was feeling the fire of passion engulf her as she pressed harder against.

Erwin swallowed a growl of need when she lightly moved her hips. Her hand rose to his shoulder. She parted her lips, inviting him to deeper intimacy. Like a starved man he ravished her mouth. A passionate moan escaped her throat, and he greedily swallowed the sound. Heat rolled through her body. His tongue invaded her mouth with such urgency and when their tongues met, they melded together in the intimate ritual of desire and passion.

Their lips, swollen with want, could not resist each other. She pulled away gasping for air, saying "Take off your shirt." He reluctantly removed it and let it fall on the carpet. Her heart was beating fast, and her husband was breathing heavily. She kept staring at him, it made Erwin feel slightly uncomfortable. He eyed her carefully. She just leaned closer and brushed her lips against his shoulder. He ran his hand up and down her spine over her shirt and then slowly rubbed the small of her back, just watching her. She kissed his neck, his wounded shoulder as she ran her hands over his chest. She pressed her lips to his scars, as if she could heal him with just a kiss.

"You know that I love you," she said as she leaned back to look at him, cupping his cheeks. Erwin simply nodded and leaned closer to connect their lips. She brought her face to his and kissed him. He put his hand under her shirt and moved it up and then down ever so slowly. Their lips were still locked in a long passionate kiss that neither ever wanted to pull away from.

Their kiss was heated, wet, their mouths clashing as their tongues battled for dominance. He gripped her hip and lined his rapidly growing bulge against her. She moaned against his mouth at the feeling of his aroused body beneath her. As she rubbed herself against him, he could feel the warm fluid on his pants. Breaking the kiss she took off the white fabric that was covering her. He saw the bare stomach. She was not wearing any underwear.

A sly grin slipped over his lips.

He watched in awe as she pulled her shirt over her head and flung the material on the floor. Erwin eyed her slowly, like a prey, as if it would be his first time seeing her, his eyes traveling down to her full breasts. He slid his hand up her ribs to her breasts and gently kneaded each one of them, softly running his thumb over her nipple. Her sighs became pants. He leaned down; taking her taut nipple into his mouth, then blew a hot stream of air over it, biting the tender bud before sucking it hard with his lips. She moaned and ran one of her hands through his hair as he suckled.

He sucked them, feeling smug as she groaned and dug her fingers into his shoulders, and he stroked them with his tongue and teased them until they tightened to firm buds in his mouth. Erwin pulled away from the breast he suckled, biting down at the last second and catching the tip of her nipple between his teeth before he released her. She panted as she chewed her bottom lip. Once she started moving her hips back and forth, he left out a silent groan; it really caused him to get quite hard.

She swept her hand down his flat stomach, feeling the ridges of muscle to the bulge that swelled in his pants. Staring into now dark blue eyes, she slid her hand down into his pants, she grasped his engorged member and ran her finger over the swollen tip as she pulled it free of his pants and pushed them off him. Erwin could feel the heat in his skin boiling.

When she closed her palm around the scorching hot length of him, he dropped his forehead to hers and cursed. A smirk appeared on her lips, knowing he wasn't a man who would curse casually. When she began to rhythmically slide her hand along his length, he groaned loudly, closing his eyes. Erwin forgot everything but the intense enjoyment her touch gave him. She began to slowly and methodically stroke up and down. Boldly, she slid the tip of her tongue along his lower lip. Erwin's heart thudded; his pleasure mounted. His mouth was open, his eyes were closed, and she saw that he was just as satisfied as she was. He sucked in air; he remembered how much he enjoyed her touching him.

"You have no idea what you do to me." She whispered into his ear. Her breath on his ear made him moan slightly, so she licked the lobe gently, which made him gasp.

She began to move faster and faster, each downward stroke forcing a loud growl from his throat. Her touch sent electricity through him that was very familiar to him. Was it delusional to feel that way? Probably, he concluded. She ran her hands up and down his length, squeezing, rubbing her thumb over his tip, where a drop of moisture leaked. She felt him pulse and the bead of his pre-cum at the tip began slowly trickling down on her hand. Erwin felt possessed, loved, worshiped as she ran her hands up and down his thick length, loving the feel, loving his response — the harsh breath that rasped from his throat.

She watched his facial expressions as he fought to control his response, Erwin started to breathe heavily, once again, with each stroke. A groan echoed through the room as she licked the salty fluid off her hand and decided that she didn't want him to cum just yet. She crushed her lips to his and fought his tongue with her own. Their tongues met, twirled, tasted, vowed.

His wife lifted herself up and guided his tip to her entrance while their lips were still battling for dominance. She sank down slowly, reveling in the fullness. Their lips parted as a soft moan escaped from the back of her throat. She closed her eyes as she felt the shudders running more wildly through her, she couldn't help but moan his name. Hearing her moan his name in that passion-thickened voice forced another deep, aching groan from his chest. She lifted up again, and then slowly lowered herself, sliding him inside her inch by slow inch. She was finding that the more she moved on him, the more she lifted her hips to experience more fully what he felt like, the better it was. A husky groan left his throat as their lips parted.

She caught his smile as he lifted his hips to meet each stroke, driving up into her. In the back of her mind, she knew he wouldn't last long, even if he was trying to. She could feel the tension in his body, his muscles tight. She wrapped her hands around his neck, her mouth going to his ear, moaning as she rode him. Erwin ran his hand up and down her spine, squeezing her skin. Moans and grunts coming from both of them filled the room as the scent of lovemaking filled the air. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the spaces between.

She buried her face in his neck and kissed the skin there, tasting his saltiness. He kissed the back of her neck, just below her hairline. Erwin growled into her flesh, biting her neck, hard enough to leave a mark. She bit her bottom lip as she savored the feeling.

She rocked her hips against his, both of them panting. At the end, just as he felt her quicken, she breathed his name into his ear in a way that made him feel like he'd been away too long from where he belonged to. His heart beat erratically as he felt his release building.

"I can't hold out much longer," he warned her. She smiled at him and hummed, as she continued grinding. She felt him twitch inside her. He held his breath and let it out in small hitching gasps. He groaned in pleasure against her, she found a rhythm that started to push him closer and closer to his release and she felt the tightness in his body.

Erwin reached forward to entangle his fingers in his wife's hair, his body tensing as she took his warm release, causing him to groan his satisfaction into her ear. Erwin held still for a moment, eager to savour the feel of her body encircling his. He was breathing deeply, taking a moment to calm down. He pressed his face into the curve of her neck, pressing open-mouthed kissed to that meeting of neck and shoulder.

"Erwin," she whimpered his name. With trembling hands she stroked his hair with her fingers. He hummed, unable to respond yet. "you better forget those stupid thought you were having." She panted; she felt his lips curve into a smile against her skin. She lifted herself up, slowly, until he slipped out of her.

"I'll need to take another shower." She whispered into his ear. He brushed his lips against the spot on her neck where bit her just a while ago, he nodded and kissed her skin tenderly.

"So do I."