AN: Again - another PWP M-rated pieces to celebrate the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Pearce. Hopefully you'll enjoy and leave a review.

Her eyes slowly flutter open, taking in the room around her. Though it's dark, she can make out the heavy curtains attempting to block out the street lights, knows she's in their bedroom in their bed. The warm thigh pressed between hers, the large hand splayed across her stomach, the soft breath rustling her hair lets her know her husband is with her.

Her husband.

The word makes her smile.

She married the one man who loves her for the woman she is; the neurotic, socially inept, cat-loving woman who just happened to trip into his life one day. Yes, life could not get better. Shifting her body, she turns to look at him, smile growing as he mutters in his sleep, rolling to his back. Doleful at the loss of his touch, she rolls after him, pulling the sheet away from his body.

Lush lips curving into a wicked smile, she slides down the bed and runs a finger along his flaccid penis, smile growing as something starts to stir. Pushing the sheet free of his body, she settles between his legs, tracing the throbbing vein in his hardening erection. Eyes flicking to his, she can see in his face he's starting to stir, and decides to help him wake.

Leaning in, she flicks her tongue against the head of his shaft, relishing in the deep groan that leaves his throat.

"Ruth?" His voice is hoarse, his eyes heavy-lidded as he wakes from the beginnings of an erotic dream in which his wife is doing wonderful things to him.

Only to realize it's not a dream as her mouth wraps around him, the moist heat causing his eyes to roll back as he grips her hair tightly in his hands, his breath catching as she tortures him with her slow movements. He feels the muscles in his lower stomach tightening as she takes him deeper in her mouth, the firmness of her fingers caressing his scrotum almost pushing him over the edge.

He needs more; needs to taste her.

Using some buried ounce of self control, he tightens his grip on her hair and pulls her away. As he struggles to regain some control, he sees the hurt look on her face and pulls her up him. Roughly kissing her, he soothes away any fear or anger she might have. Releasing her, he growls "Kneel over me."

Confused, she watches as he sits up to kiss her again, eyes falling shut as he grips her hips tightly and maneuvers her around, falling back against the pillows as he settles her over him, so he can taste her like she's tasting him. Reaching up, he spreads her slick heat open and dips his tongue in.

She gasps, eyes falling closed as she fights to not sink down, to not suffocate him.

"Don't stop," he says, the command rougher and firmer than he intended, but it didn't seem to bother her much.

Shifting her weight, Ruth bends forward, one hand holding her up as the other tightly grasps the base of his throbbing erection as she takes him back into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the head, she moans deeply as he slides a finger into her warm center.

Grinning now, Harry slides a second finger into her, curling them against her inner wall as he pleasures her with his tongue. Firmly brushing against the hardened nub he finds, he feels her freeze, the muscles of her throat relaxing, letting him slide fully into her mouth. His head falls back, fingers freezing against her as he draws a harsh breath.

"I can't last much longer," he says.

"Neither can I," she pants, moving away from him, returning a moment later, her thighs on either side of his. Bending down, she presses a kiss against his lips, tastes the mix of each of themselves, and groans as she grips his penis. "Ready?" she asks.

"More than."

She positions her body so that the head of his erection meets with her slick entrance, than slowly she lowers herself onto him, so slowly he begins to think he will be consumed by the white heat moving through his body.

She moves over him, her eyes locked with his as he grasps her hips, meeting each of her thrusts, watching her face, watching her pleasure.

He moves his hand, lies it flat against her stomach before sliding it upward to cup one of her breasts. Thumb brushing the puckered nipple, he watches as she throws her head back, letting out a deep moan as she pushes against him harder. He likes this view. Likes being able to see all of her as she brings them both to the brink.

She leans forward, kissing his lips, her breath getting harsher, faster, her movements more erratic. He lowers his hand to her hip, strengthens his own movements, pushing them further, faster.

They both reach the edge at the same time, and as he spirals into the abyss, all he can do is hold onto her as release rushes through him like a wave, leaving not one part of him untouched. As the storm passes, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him.

Head resting against his chest, her hot breath on his skin, Harry feels her inner muscles clench him tightly as she settles on him. Hand sliding along her spine, he smiles as she weakly lifts her head and leans up to kiss him.

"Being married to you is going to be an adventure, isn't it?" he asks, palm pressing her pelvis into his.

"Hmm, no more than being married to you." Rolling her hips, she has to smile as she feels him begin to harden against her. "Already? We've already gone at it three times tonight."

He doesn't answer her, just slides his hand between them to caress her and grins. As he slowly caresses her, all Ruth can think is they've both gotten the most wonderful Christmas present this year.

AN: Alright, this is the end of what originally was supposed to be a one shot. Hopefully you've enjoyed it, and you'll join me for my next offering of the holiday Advent calendar this year.