Good was a very subjective term, he decided as he lavished kisses along his wife's body. He would be good. So very good to her that she would be hoarse with screaming and walking funny the next day. He would be a very, very good boy.
He kissed lower and lower, his lips brushing her heated skin again and again as he enjoyed his chance to touch her. She was so soft, so very soft despite everything. She made small noises of pleasure each time he touched her. He loved every sound she made.
Despite taking his sweet time, it wasn't long until he'd kissed down to the curls at the juncture of her thighs. His need clashed with his desire to draw out her pleasure. He struggled with himself, with his self control as he parted her thighs.
His first lick was tentative as he just stroked her outer lips with his tongue. She made a new sound, one he'd never heard before. It made him braver, so the next time, he slid the flat of his tongue along the entire length of her. Lila made another sound, but she was clearly enjoying this, so he had no intention of stopping.
He teased the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue until her breath was coming fast and hard, and her moans had gotten more desperate. Lila's hands were fisted in his hair, her fingers clenched tight around the dark strands, holding them there.
"Farkas," she gasped as he licked harder, savoring the unique taste of his wife. "Oh gods," he kept going, moving a little faster. She was nearly there when he stopped, drawing back with a chuckle.
She tried to touch herself, to finish what he'd started, but he caught her hands and drew them away from her body. He pressed them against the headboard, held them there, and caught her eyes.
"Keep them there, or I stop again," he said, pressing a kiss against her inner thigh. He continued down her leg, to the back of her knee, where he knew she was wonderfully sensitive in the best way. He nipped the delicate skin, eliciting a gasp from her. He continued for a moment, until he saw her move her hand down and cup one perfect breat.
He stopped, stared at her.
"Lila," he warned, his voice roughened by desire. He wanted her in the worst way, but she needed to know a little of the delicious torment he'd experienced. He couldn't pretend to have as much restraint as she'd shown; he needed her too badly to draw this game out much longer. But she would have a little taste of it.
Thankfully, she was obedient, and placed her hands back on the headboard.
He shifted, rubbing against her, loving the hitch in her breath as he brushed her breasts. Oh, she would know what she had put him through. He would see to that. His hands cupped the delicious globes. He rubbed his thumbs against hard nipples, circling slowly, teasingly. She arched against him, and he groaned in response.
As much as he wanted to draw this out further, he needed her. He drew back, his eyes on her face as he positioned himself and slid home. It felt amazing, so incredible that he couldn't even begin to describe it. he drew back, and thrust again, and again, earning small sounds of approval from his wife. She was wonderfully responsive as she writhed beneath him.
He'd been teased so much that he knew he couldn't keep this up for long, so he slid a hand between them, stroking that sweet spot she loved so much. That was all it took. Her groans crescendoed, culminating in a strangled cry of "Farkas," which, when combined with the tightening and clenching around him was enough to push him over the edge as well.
He came in his wife. He held himself there, just enjoying the moment. Eventually, he withdrew, collapsing into the bed beside her. She smiled languidly as he pulled her against him. He needed a few minutes to recover, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy her while he caught his breath.
Hours from now, they might sleep, but he intended to remind her why she came back to him in several more rooms before they were done. He would run through all of the ideas he'd had while he waited for her. He would tease her as she had teased him. He would finish covering every inch of her body in kisses.
Farkas might not be the best with words, so he would show her how much he loved her in the best way he could.
This is the "final" part of this story. Though it is technically complete, I'm working on a mini piece from Lila's point of view, and an actual sequel.
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