She's laying on his chest, drawing lazy patterns softly with her fingers. He's still asleep. It amazes her how well he read her body a few hours ago. It still amazes her how pleasurable their love for one another is. When they first got married, other married women would share horror stories with her. My husband doesn't find me attractive anymore or my husband can't make me come, or worse my husband doesn't care if I come. She used to hold her breath waiting for the day when Henry quit wanting to meet her needs. But that day has never come, and she knows it never will.
It wasn't until her first night with Henry that she finally found out what people meant when they called it making love. For them sex, is just that, an extended physical expression of their love. He was much newer to sex than she when they met. After all her parents died when she was at a precarious age, and well, he was Catholic. But Henry was the first person she had been with, that actually gave her an orgasm. She remembers how amazed she was when he actually spent time exploring her with his hands, making sure she was ready for him. She remembers his excitement at her unexpected orgasm when his hand was inside her. She remembers how beautiful he was when he came inside her. She remembers his first I love you given verbally when he thought she was asleep afterwards.
They've spent a lot of time learning together. Figuring out what they like, what they don't like. She thinks it's the best about thing about only having sex with one person for over twenty five years. You trust one other and push right up to and sometimes past boundaries together, without the fear of being hurt.
She's broken away from her thoughts when she feels his hand brushing up her side. She presses a soft kiss onto his chest in return.
"Get some sleep, babe?" He asks her, his voice raspy with sleep and probably jet lag.
"Yes, thank you for earlier." She looks up at him, a cocky smile now adorning his face.
"You were exquisite." She blushes at the compliment.
"So were you." She looks up at him and places a semi chaste kiss to his lips. As his hand softly grazes over her bare back, her body grows a familiar ache. Suddenly, she feels she has one more round in her today. She looks at the clock and verifies they still have a few hours alone together, before the kids get home.
She climbs onto him and straddles his abs. He makes a small sigh when he feels her wetness from earlier. She bends down and kisses him hard. She leads with her tongue making him moan into her mouth. He grabs onto her ass with one hand kneading and massaging it. He wraps the other one in her hair.
She lets out a loud moan as she rolls her hips over him, and a jolt runs through her body. The actions from earlier providing the perfect amount of extra sensitivity.
She starts moving her kisses down his neck, biting and then soothing with her tongue.
"Second wind?" He chuckles at her. She answers him by grinding her hips down against him. He grunts in return.
She moves down his chest continuing her bite and soothe pattern. She makes a stop flicking her tongue firmly against his nipples. He moans and pushes his hips up into her. She continues, her actions for a few more moments.
"Babe" He sighs running his hands through her hair. He lets her go for a few more moments and then flips them.
She lets out a surprised laugh, he smiles and kisses her hard as she wraps her arms around his waist. Their tongues move together as his hips grind into hers, his boxers being the only thing that separates them. She moves her hands down his back, scratching gently on her way down. Her hands enter the waist band of his boxers and she firmly grabs his ass. She starts sliding them down his legs as he moves his kisses to her neck. He shifts his weight and allows her to remove his boxers completely.
She grabs his semi-hard cock and gives it a few pumps with her hand feeling it come to full attention. He moves his hand down between them, running a finger through her folds testing her readiness for him. She arches into his hand.
"I wanna go for a ride." She whispers into his ear. He allows her to flip them both, giving her the momentum to move his body.
Once, comfortable on top of him, she slowly lowers herself down onto his cock. He fights the urge to buck into her hard, by admiring the view of his cock going inside of her. Her back arching, breasts on full display. He reaches up and cups them, massaging them and running his thumbs over her nipples.
"You feel so good." She tells him as she starts to fuck him, slow but hard, grinding down with every thrust.
After a few more seconds she, starts speeding up, bending over to hold onto the headboard with one hand for leverage.
"Oh fuck, Elizabeth" Henry says as the new angle causes her to clench tightly around him. Her free hand flies between them as she feels him start twitching inside her. She starts circling her clit fast, matching the speed of their thrusts. It's good, but not enough, she thinks.
"You need more?" She hears him ask, while panting, trying to hold off, to give her enough time to get there. She nods at him. He reaches over to his nightstand and grabs the trusty green bullet they use at times like these. He turns it on its highest setting. Her hand moves from her clit and joins the other one on the head board. She fucks him harder as he presses the vibrator onto her clit.
"Oh, oh fuck." Her walls clench around him, harder with every thrust.
"So close Henry." Her breaths are erratic, he moves his body up enough to take one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Right there, Henry!" She yells, right before she slips over the edge. Her body shaking with pleasure. It comes in jolts. She bucks her hips every time one hits.
"Yes, Elizabeth" He moans, spilling into her when her when she pulses around him. They ride out their orgasms together.
She collapses on top of him, when they come down. His face in-between her breasts. He lifts her off of his softening dick, and she sighs at the loss. He kisses her cheek in return.
"That was amazing." He tells her.
"It really was." She replies. She gives him one more kiss and then rolls off of him. When she shivers, he pulls the blanket back up around her. She smiles at him.
"I'm glad I married you." She blurts and he looks at her and turns his head slightly to the side, silently asking her to elaborate.
"It's just, do you ever hear other married people talk about their spouses?" She asks, he nods.
"They hate each other, and I… you are my favorite person on the planet, and I'm glad I married you." He smiles at her and leans in for a kiss.
"You're my favorite person too. I love you." He tells her.
"I love you too." She gives him one last kiss and gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom.
"Help you clean, after I shower." She says.
"I'll clean, you take a bath." He grabs her arms, stalling her for a moment, "By the way, what happened yesterday?"
"You know, Russel's an asshole, my staff is insubordinate, and Minister Chin is whiney. Just needed come TLC" She smiles and pulls him into one last hug, before continuing into the bathroom to start her bath.