**** Warning, there be married smut here, if that's not your thing, just skip on to the next chapter ****
"Open your eyes, Baby," He husked, "I need to see your beautiful eyes."
Sarah's eyes fluttered open at his command, "Good girl," He hummed, kissing along the right side of her throat as he began take his ministrations further down her body, until he reached the matching pair of panties that served as the last barrier from him seeing all of his wife bare before him. He allowed his hands to trace along her waistband before one brave digit and then another made its way underneath the small scrap of fabric. He could feel the heat radiating from her core as his fingers made their slow decent, enjoying the feel of her curls as they tangled around his fingertips. After a short, yet infinite, time he finally found his goal. "My God, Baby, you're so wet," He practically whimpered. The sound was soon echoed by his bride as he slowly dipped one finger, then two between her folds. He stroked her a few times before withdrawing his fingers and meeting her eyes again as he licked them clean, noticing how blown her irises were. "That is, hands down, my favorite flavor," He hummed in her ear before dropping his hands to her waist and spinning her around to face him.
Feeling her hands reaching for him he gently took her wrists and held them to her side, clicking his tongue at her a few times, "Uh-uh, you'll get your chance in a little bit, it's still my turn," He grinned down at her and he lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping around her waist as he carried her to their bed, making sure to taste every inch of her mouth with his searing kiss. As soon as he felt his thighs hit the bed, he threw back the covers and set his bride down on the edge of the mattress, bending at the waist to lay her down on her back. He then began to trail kisses along her jaw, down her neck to her chest, taking his time to taste each of her breasts thoroughly as if testing to see which had the better flavor. As his trail of kisses drifted lower, he let his hands trail up her long legs until they reached her hips once more. Hooking his fingers into the fabric at her waist he encouraged her to lift her hips just enough to remove the last scrap of lace from her body. He gently lifted her legs to rest over his shoulders as he kissed the inside of her thighs teasing his way closer to her center.
He nearly moaned at the scent of her arousal as he finally gave in to her silent, and not-so-silent pleas and tasted her, drinking her in. It didn't take much to push her over the edge as he slid one finger, then two, deep inside her with steady even motion. A few flicks of his tongue against her clit had her jerking against him, her walls contracting, pulling his fingers deeper within her as she cried out her pleasure and stilled. He eased her down from the precipice with gentle thrusts of his fingers drawing the last of her release out of her before finally withdrawing and licking them clean.
He slowly kissed his way back up her body, moving with her as she adjusted herself on the bed until her head rested on her pillows and her full body rested on the mattress. She turned an evaluating gaze at her husband taking in the dress shirt and slacks he still wore. "You are wearing entirely too many clothes," She gave him a sultry look, "You really should do something about that."
"As you wish," Chuck smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her lips and retreating from the bed. He shot her a cheeky grin as he fished his phone out of his pocket, taped the screen a few times and sat it down on the bedside table as a sultry bluesy tune began to play.
Sarah sat up in bed as she watched Chuck unbutton his shirt one closure at a time as he moved to the music. Once his shirt was undone, he slipped it from his shoulders and tossed it over a nearby chair before unbuckling it belt and slipping it out of the loops at his waist. He met her eyes and shimmied his way over to her, "A little help, please," He husked, nodding toward the hook and eye closure at the waist of his pants, smiling as she got his hint and quickly released the hook closure of his slacks before sliding the zipper down enough for his pants to fall to his ankles.
He could feel her cool hands roam over his chest and back as she pulled him down for a kiss. As the kiss drew deeper, her hands slowly traced their way down to the waistband of his boxers, playing with it as he toed off his shoes and freed himself of the fabric entangling his legs. When he pulled back momentarily to pull off his socks, he couldn't resist the small chuckle that her pout drew from him as her hands slipped from his waist and she shifted her position to kneel on the bed. Soon he had her back in his arms, tasting her sweet lips as he felt her hands begin their slow descent south once more. This time, one bold hand slipped beneath the waist band to encircle him, the coolness of her hand on his heated skin causing him to hiss at the contact.
"Cold hands," He explained at his wife's inquiring look.
"Well let's see if I can't warm them up," She gave him a sultry look as she began to stroke him with one hand as the other pushed his boxers down until they hit the ground, revealing all of him to her. She licked her lips as she let her gaze linger over the length of him, in all senses of the word, "Now that you are properly unattired, come here," She laid down on the bed, pulling him down beside her, "My turn." She gave him a wicked grin before kissing her way down his body.
It was abundantly clear that she intended to return the favor he had lavished on her just moments before. "Baby, as good as that feels, you know you don't have to, I don't expect…" He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as he felt her lips and tongue encircle him. The way she varied the pressure of her lips, tongue, and hands brought quickly to the precipice only to ease him down again. It was the definition of tortuous pleasure as she continued her ministrations. He'd been honest when he told her that he wasn't expecting her to go down on him, he'd been told on more than one occasion by Jill and a couple other girls he'd been with in college and after that it wasn't a pleasurable experience for them, as he was – at least according to them – a bit more well endowed than other men they'd been with and quickly complained of a sore jaw and refused to go down on him again. Not that he'd ever demanded or even asked for them to, no matter how good it felt.
His eyes flew wide as she swallowed him deeper, causing him to groan at the sensation. If she kept this up, he wasn't going to last long enough to get to the main event without substantial recovery time, and as he was endeavoring to do everything in his power to pleasure his wife in every way he could, he didn't want to stop until she was completely satisfied. "Baby, baby, baby… oh God… Baby you gotta stop or else I'm not gonna last."
Her curious hum shot pleasurable vibrations through him and was nearly his undoing. Reaching down, he slowly pulled her back up, sighing as he felt himself slip from between her lips. He rolled her over until she was laid back on the pillows, her gorgeous blue eyes gazing up through her lashes at him. "Now, where were we?" He grinned, lowering his head to press gentle kisses to her lips, neck, and jaw as he nestled himself between her legs. He drifted one hand down her side and slipped it between their bodies, testing that she was ready to receive him.
He met her eyes, silently seeking permission, she nodded and rocked into him as he slid home, both of them groaning at the sensations that erupted deep from within each of them at their joining. He paused a moment, as he always did to give her time to adjust to him before slowly, deliberately withdrawing and rocking back into her, changing his angle every few thrusts to increase her pleasure. Between the anticipation for the night and their warm-up, he knew he wouldn't last much longer, but he didn't want to leave her unsatisfied. He hitched her leg up over his arm, bracing his hand on her lower back while his other hand found its way to where they were joined as he began to stroke her clit until he felt the first tremors that signaled her release was eminent. As her walls began to pulse stronger around him around him, she cried out her pleasure, her body trembling in excitement as he brought her closer to her peak.
"Oh God!" She gasped, her thrusts matching his own, "Ch… Chuck, Baby… feel… good… so good. Just like that, Baby, yes!"
He felt her walls tighten and the warm sensation of her release as he thrust jerkily into her a few more times before he was pouring into her. With one last thrust, he collapsed, careful to not squish her beneath him, and slowly withdrew. Both of them hissed at the friction it created in their already hypersensitive bodies. He felt her jump as his fingers trailed along her side while he wrapped his arm around her and rolled over on his back, pulling her close to snuggle up against him.
"Wow," Sarah sighed, laying her head on Chuck's chest.
"Yeah," He pressed a kiss to her forehead. They were both exhausted and sated as Chuck drew the covers up over them and the drifted off to sleep.
