Chibs leaned forward, his lips a breath away from the skin of her calf. His voice low and rough, saturated with need and love, vibrated against the muscle shooting electrical charges up her leg. "Khia love, give me what come for."

"It's been five days, Filip," she breathed. "Come get it."

.

Chibs rose to his feet yanking her down the bed by her ankles and snatching her up into his arms. His lips found hers, his hands buried themselves into her hair, his tongue dipping and swirling against hers, leaning into the soft moans born of his homecoming.

"Khia, love," he breathed into her neck before she pulled his head back by his hair to mold their mouths together again.

Khia burrowed her hands under his shirt, needing so much more than just his presence, needing to touch the heated flesh of her soul mate. Never shy, his wife opened the front of his pants and slipped her hand inside causing his breathing to stutter. She slid her whole palm scandalously over him from his root to tip, causing his mouth to go slack.

"Christ, love," he grabbed for her hand. "Come away from there. It's too much."

With him tugging on her wrist, she grudgingly relinquished her place inside his pants in favor of removing them. Freed, his dick stood out hard and pulsing, proud and ready as he snatched off his shirt and immediately reached for hers.

Khia tucked her arms down, stopping him. "Mmm-mmm," she murmured flicking her head over her shoulder, "Get in that bed, baby."

Chibs situated himself, leaning back on the headboard watching as Khia took a knee at the edge of the bed to smoothly stand up on the bed. His heart rate increased with every step closer that she took. Her eyes, a beautiful gold-flaked brown liquid, burned into his as she came forward stripping off her top. Intending to tower over him she stepped closer but at the last second he lunged forward threading his arm between her legs, reaching around and holding her captive by his favorite silken pillow of flesh. Surprised by his move, Khia stumbled forward, her hands slamming into the wall to keep from falling. With Chibs mouthing and biting the inside of her thigh, she was forced to keep them there for balance while she gasped and shivered in shock at the sensations he was subjecting her to. The top of his head, then his cheek rubbed against her mound teasing her as he traveled higher only to stop and tongue his way back down. Squirming, knees buckling, twisting away from the attack on her senses, she used one hand to grip his hair.

"Stop it!" She gasped, "Filip!"

Administering another bite, he looked up at her, trickling his fingertips across her knee, circling, causing her entire leg to tremble. "What love?"

Her breath left her in a shaky huff, "Let me down, you cocky bastard."

Holding up his right hand, he flashed his wedding ring, "Your cocky bastard."

"One in the same."

With a raised eyebrow and just enough smirk to activate his dimples, he growled, "I'll show you how much of one I kin be."

With a quick hand on her stomach, he pushed her backwards, pouncing the second she landed on her back. She squealed, a light laugh bursting from her. "Have you lost your mind?"

Yanking her panties off, he grinned, "No, but you will."

Burying his face between her legs, Chibs found her soaked and swollen, her lips coated in the nectar of her desire for him. Delving further, he found her clit standing out, hard and waiting for the assault his well qualified tongue would provide. When he spread her lips open wide beginning a series of swirling licks, a rolling heat swept up Khia's body, her thighs shook violently and her toes curling while she tried desperately to breathe. With one hand full of the comforter she was gripping and the other full of Chibs' hair her eyes clamped closed, her panting so fast it was bringing dizziness to the edges of her consciousness.

Five days of teasing. Five days of willpower and her Scot was undoing her in seconds. The room was quickly filled with high-pitched cries only climbing higher up the scale with every crazed lick.

"Oh! Filip! Oh! OH!" Her orgasm rose up and ripped open the floodgates, her single wail fed his eagerness while he climbed onto her.

Chibs pressed deep inside her clenching walls, wanting to ride the last of her orgasm with her, the sensation of him filling her up extending it for a few delectable seconds longer. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back, the invitation to demolish her laid out loud and clear. Chibs immediately began to drive into her hard and fast, there was no desire to extend this round for either of them.

Chibs worked a flurry of thrusts, guided by her choked utterances for more. "Kin ya do it again for me?" he all but shouted into the air.

"God! Only for you, baby! Just you!" Her hands digging into his shoulders deeper and deeper told him she was close, her nails leaving ten crescents in their wake added to the overwhelming salacious sensations ripping through his body.

Chibs rose up on one arm, reaching down to grab her under the knee drawing her leg up high, opening her up even more. His grunts came with his newfound efforts to find her back wall. Hearing her breath catch in her throat he coaxed her, "Ya don' hav'ta wait any longer. Come, love. Come for me."

The sound that ripped out of her pushed him to the edge before her spasming walls had the chance to, sending them tumbling into an exquisite free fall with only each other to hold on to during the descent. Breathless and sweaty, Chibs lay half on and half off his wife, his fingers tracing a pattern on her ribcage with Khia's hand gently dragging her nails over his scalp.

"Love?"

"Yeah."

"Never do that ta me again."

"Mmmmm…the video?" Chibs felt her chuckle more than heard it. "I don't make promises I can't keep, husband. You know that."

Chibs raised his head, eyebrows lifted, "Tha' so?"

"It tis darlin'," she let her tongue trip over her 'r' mocking his accent perfectly.

"Ohhh, ho-ho," he laughed getting to his knees grabbing her and holding her wrists down before she could roll away. Glaring down at her characteristic smug grin, he growled. "Ya don' listen? Ya mock me? I need ta take ya down a peg, woman."

He saw the heat turn up in her eyes when she glanced down at the first stirrings of his erection. "Do your worst swordsman."

"Ya sure ta regret those words." Holding her wrists fast to the bed, he dropped his head down and proceeded to fasten his teeth on her nipple. Holding it captive he danced his tongue over it, only to release it and apply his teeth in tiny bites over and over again while she squirmed. He rose up to see her face, chuckling at her lips clamped tight in determination to deny him any notion of how good it felt. Stubborn hen. Switching to the other, he applied the same nips and tonguing, her determined silence giving way to little gasps and whispered curses. Fully enjoying her inability to play tough any longer, he ghosted his lips and flicking tongue over her ribs, drifting lower flicking the rim of her navel. Her sucking in her stomach to get away drew a dark chuckle out of him, his voice rumbling into the tiny cavern. "Oh, what's that? Not here, pet?" He flicked his tongue rapidly across it again to the tune of her desperate high moans. "How 'bout here, then?" Flick. "Here?" Flick.

She was straining and twisting to get out of his grip, the control over her pleasure hardening him to almost painful fullness. The sensitivity of her belly button had always been a mystery to him, a gift he'd only found after they were married. Inserting his tongue deep into her hot spot, he finally let go of her wrists and cupped her sex, his fingers finding her quivering and slick.

"Over wit' ya," he ordered just as she reached for him, turning her onto her stomach. Giving her bottom a vicious slap, he pulled her up by the hips. Rubbing and wetting himself with her juices, she moaned while she ground her hips back at him silently begging for what they both wanted. With cruel intent, he pressed inside her a mere few inches, staying there maintaining shallow strokes despite her attempts to press back and take all of him in. Pulling out, he ignored her sighing his name, normally all the enticement he would need to slam full force into her sweet heat. Instead, he entered her again, stopping short of his full length, rocking to her expectant gasps for more of him. This time when he pulled out, he grits his teeth for wanting her, listening to her curse his name and all his forefathers before plunging in full force to the high shriek he was dying to hear. Every deep stroke he laid into her was an attempt to bottom out, each of his thrusts powerful enough to make her fight for stability on the loose top comforter.

"You're a devil!" she gasped out.

"Who else could tame a wench like you but the Devil! Him! Self?!" Each word was punctuated with a swift snap of his hips. Cresting again, Khia reached back to grip his hip, feeling the muscles there tense to rock solid with every thrust that was tipping her over into bliss.

Her cries turned to pleas only encouraged him to continue proving his domination, yanking her back into him with sharp fervent grunts of his own. His chest and neck reddened and slick with sweat from his efforts, his hair plastered to his forehead, refusing to stay back no matter how many times he raked his hands through it. Khia was engulfed in heat, electrified - her back a picture of gorgeous rivulets of sweat. Every time she thought the next few drags of his unrelenting hardness on her already fluttering walls would set her off, the sensation clouded moving just out of reach, her release setting atop yet another higher peak. Trembling legs warned her of their need to collapse, her every muscle was clenched, her mind delirious from her body's bait-and-switch betrayal.

Chibs was barely hanging on at this point, he was damn near biting his tongue in two to keep from coming before her. Then her entire body coiled to its breaking point and she exploded around him with a sob, having lost all control over her limbs, he was left to suffer her writhing hips jerking and slamming back into him.

"Fuck!" he shouted as his own release took him over. His back jerked ramrod straight before the spasms took control causing him to fall forward, bowing and hunching at the mercy of his molten seed rocketing out of him with a force he hadn't felt since his horny teen years. "Fuckin' hell!"

Khia had no strength left to hold herself up, least of all the two of them so down they went. Matching ragged panting breaths sounded off mixed with their soft chuckles and a few 'dear gods' from Khia - her vocalizations into the mattress, his into her shoulder. Chibs dislodged himself rolling over onto his back, absolutely limp. Muttering a final, "Christ."

Several minutes passed and it was Khia who spoke first. "You sure about no more videos?"

- fin -