Sleep was mocking him tonight. Teasing him almost, allowing him to get dangerously close, before leaving him hanging, unable to drift into the sleep he craved. It left him tossing and turning multiple times, unable to get comfortable.
Casting his eyes around the room, the black transparent drapes over their bed obscured his vision a little, but there was no light peeping through the thick velvet curtains at their window. Reaching to the side table, he picked up his watch. 02:13am. Tomorrow was going to be a long day at this rate. A pile of contacts to work through and a meeting with Tully in the afternoon.
Returning his head to the pillow, he glanced over at his wife before rolling to his side, he moved closer to Morticia who was sleeping soundly, her back to him, head resting on a bent arm, her hair adorably tousled.
Tracing his index finger up the inside of her arm delicately, scarcely touching her skin. He hooked a finger in the strap of her night gown and pulled it down a little before placing a tender kiss against the back of her shoulder. The faint aroma of her perfume invading his senses as she shifted, turning to face him, still sound asleep. Completely oblivious to his tender affections.
Angelic was the only word he could use to describe her at the moment, not that he would dare tell her. Peaceful, calm, relaxed. She was his obsession. Brushing a stray stand of her black hair from her face, he felt his chest almost ache with his love for her. His 'Tish.
Moving his fingertips down her side against the soft satin material of her nightgown, he gripped her hip lightly before placing another kiss in the hollow of her shoulder, hearing her release a small lustful sigh in her sleep and moving closer to him in the process, her lips just about making their own contact with the olive skin of his neck, her warm breath caressing him.
He groaned a little, his eyes closing at the minimal contact. She drove him insane, the woman was a drug to him.
Morticia moved back onto her side, turning her back to him once again, a sleepy exhale in the process. He smiled as he took her back against him, her back flush against his chest, his hand resting on her hip, releasing a steady breath trying to steady the sudden wave of yearning that washed over him, made harder as she pushed his hips back, pressing her ass against his groin.
Slowly, taking time not to wake her sleeping form, he brushed the soft skin of her ear with his lips, tracing down to her cheek, her neck, shoulder. He wants her so much. His fingers now pulling her night gown up over her thighs, his fingers carefully grazing the sensitive skin of her hip, breath straggled, struggling to keep himself in check.
"Mon amour…" He heard the desire in her sleepy voice, watching as her head turned a little towards him behind her. "Is everything okay?" she whispered, her eyes unable to open properly, they remained hidden under her long lashes.
"Hmm." He murmured as a reply. "Trouble getting to sleep and your beauty distracted me, querida.." he said between the teasing small open mouthed kisses he pressed into the skin on the back of her shoulder.
A smile graced her facial expression. "Anything I can help with mon cher?"
He groaned again, the addition of French was not going to make this as simple as a quick cuddle up and dozing off against her back like normal.
Gomez tugged her closer, turning her in the process, and kissed her gently. His hand cupping her cheek lovingly, nose brushing against hers. "Quiero amarte.." he whispered against her lips. She loved his Spanish, it mainly came out when they were being intimate. His mind being preoccupied elsewhere usually resulted in his native tongue bursting forth without him realising.
Morticia released a content sigh at her husband's fingers slowly running up and down her back.
Bringing his hand again to her nightgown, he brought the straps down her arms, kissing the newly exposed skin as if he was seeing it for the first time. Lavishing her nipple with affection, dragging his teeth lightly over the sensitive nerve riddled bud. His other hand buried itself between her legs, feeling the sweet evidence of arousal, torturing her gently, slipping two fingers inside, curling them up making sure to hit the sweet spot that she craved, using his thumb to rub against her clit.
Morticia released a harsh groan, her eyes closing tightly, moving her hips in time with his fingers.
Gomez kissed lower, over her protruding ribcage, grazing his teeth against her pale skin over her stomach, his tongue tracing one of her pale stretchmarks that patterned her lower abdomen. Lifting a leg over his broad shoulder, he placed teasing kisses on her inner thigh, getting closer to where she craved him.
He pressed a kiss against her sensitive flesh, his tongue running over her, a moan leaving him as her back arched off their mattress. Her fingers finding their way to the back of his head.
Running his tongue steadily over her clit, feeling her nails grip into his shoulder.
"Estas deliciosa" he mumbled against her, just loud enough for to hear, forcing a smile to her face. His tongue continuing its ravishing of her. Sucking her clit into his mouth and applying just enough pressure to have her hips buck underneath him. Out of the corner of his eye, watching as her hand grasped out for the sheets of their bed, gripping onto the soft material. Feeling her legs tighten against the sides of his head, her felt the convulsions of her against his tongue and the gasps of pleasure turn into steady breathing.
Pushing himself away from her, he kissed over her hip, her stomach and dragged his tongue upwards, over her breasts, neck and kissed her firmly, letting her taste herself against his lips.
"Gomez.." she mumbled against him. "I take it that vanilla…is the flavour of the evening?" she whispered flirtatiously, a smile dancing on her mouth, her eyes fluttering closed.
He smiled, using his knee to push her legs apart, leaning over her and kissing her jaw, making his way down her slender neck before dragging his tongue back along her collar bone, up to her ear.
"Mi querida, quiero que.." He breathed against her, it was too quiet in the house for them to get to their playroom without disturbing someone. It was rare that they indulged without the use of a toy or a restraint.
His grip tightened against her waist as he pushed himself inside her, slowly. Silencing his own gasp of pleasure so he could hear hers as she gasped into his mouth, feeling her breasts push against his chest as she arched against him. Thoroughly enjoying how her body fit perfectly against his own.
"Te queiro.." he breathed into the kiss he placed against her lips, pulling his hips back and rocking forward, setting a slow yet steady rhythm. His hands either side of her on the bed, gazing down at her beneath him.
"Yes…mon cher.." Morticia gasped as her long blood red nails dug themselves into his back, her face pressed against his chest. "Harder.." she gasped, her teeth tugging at his ear, her leg draped over his hip.
He gladly obliged, dropping his hands to her thighs, he gripped tightly as he moved inside he, his pace becoming reckless, pounding into her the way he knew she loved.
Hearing her muffled cries against his body and the tell tale sign of the tremble in her legs, he crushed his lips to hers, swallowing her sounds of pleasure as her body shuddered and tightened under him. Her head pressed back into her pillow, eyes closed tightly, breathing coming in short, abrupt gasps.
Deepening his thrusts as her walls clamped down on him, he pressed kisses into her neck, nipping gently, his hands grasping her wrists and pinning them to the bed as his orgasm washed over him. Breath hot against her neck, he felt his eyes grow heavy as her released hands made their way up his body, nails scratching lightly at the nape of his neck.
"I'm tired now.." he breathed out, a smile on his face as he turned to his back, bringing his wife closer, her head resting against his chest, arm over his stomach.
"I was tired beforehand.." she stifled a quiet laugh, kissing the area of his chest closest to her, enjoying the feel of the goosebumps on his stomach that her fingers were teasing out.
"Lo siento querida, I couldn't resist.." placing a kiss against her head.
Morticia sat up a little, looking at Gomez. "You can never resist, mon cher.." she whispered as she leant in for a kiss. The subtle taste of herself still present on his lips, she would have to return the favour tomorrow she decided.
"Sleep now, my dearest." Her purred to him, tightening her grip around his stomach. Gomez smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head, finally feeling the need to sleep wash over him.