"Ooooh" Alexis-June called out in the middle of the night.
Fred raised his head, only half asleep himself and looked at her. He stroked her hair gently in reassurance.
"Fred?" She whispered urgently.
"Yes." He answered, his voice thick with concern.
"Fuck me." She said desperately, Pulling herself against him, crushing her body to his, and reaching for his pants.
Without saying a word, he consumed her lips hungrily, instantly aroused by her urgent demand for him.
"Fred." She moaned in satisfaction.
He took his time seducing her, kissing her in a rising passion. But she was desperate for him to finish her dream, where enough teasing had taken place.
"Now." She cried.
His pants already down, he pulled away her panties and slid inside her.
"Yes." She whimpered.
He was gone, instantly as desperate for her, and very willing to meet her needs.
He thrusted hard, deep until the hilt. Her groans, encouraging him to pound her harder.
"Fred." She cried in pleasure.
He lost all thought, all control. He was ramming her hard. Real hard. In the back of his mind, it registered that he may be taking too much, not giving enough, but he couldn't control himself now. He was too far gone, all reasoning lost.
"Fuck!" She screamed as he sheathed himself in her. Her eyes were starting to water, she was so close, so quickly, she surprised herself.
He hammered her. Mine, he thought. She's mine. I'm taking what's mine. He rammed and hammered himself into her. He had no control, he only wanted it to be known that she was his. But he felt like he had lost her over the past months. While looking down at her, unable to stop himself thinking these dark thoughts, he slowed his rhythm. A frown developed on his handsome face.
A.J placed her hand on his cheek, instantly alerted by his change in mood.
"Fred." She thrust her pussy up to meet him. When he didn't respond, she placed both hands on his cheek.
"Baby, what is it?" She asked full of concern.
He just stared down at her, all thrusting stopped. He searched her eyes desperately.
"Fred? Honey, what's wrong?" She stroked her thumb along his jawline.
He just stared.
She moved her hands from his cheeks and wrapped her arms tightly around him. She dived into his thoughts, too scared to care about the ethics of it.
"Oh Baby." She said so sadly. "It's you. It's only ever been you." She gripped her legs around him, and rolled over until she was on top of him.
She settled his still-rock-hard dick inside her, tightened her grip and opened her thoughts, placing them openly in his mind.
Starting with the dream that had woken her, desperate for him to take her, her desire for him flashed within his head. The months without him, the lonely nights where she'd thought of him, with her legs spread, pussy wet, and her fingers eagerly rubbing away at her clit in anticipation of him. His cock always the one she wanted. My man, she thought possessively.
"Can you show me more?" He asked desperately. His desire to know her need for him, desperate, so desperate.
Their wedding day, the ensuing days in bed. The times alone she rubbed herself senseless thinking of him inside her, his touch, his hard cock.
She started to ride him as she continued showing him his value to her. There was no one else, never had been. He was the only one who satisfied her, the only one she wanted - and not just psychically. He was everything to her emotionally, spiritually...
She cried out, as she lost all thought. She had made herself dizzy with satisfaction with all the memories and desires for him. She was past all reason, Fred gripped her hips firmly as he watched her face.
Eyes closed, thoughts beyond clarity, she had retreated from his mind. He watched her face eagerly for a few moments before he joined her in complete-lost-desire.
She bounced up and down on his cock, screaming his name over and over. Neither of them would remember these last moments. It wasn't long before he emptied himself into her, smirking a few moments later, when he compared himself spilling into her as marking his territory.
Her hands came up above her head, as her eyes stayed closed. She arched her back and bit her lip. She lifted herself up again and again, then dropped back onto his crouch hard. Fred had recovered enough to grip her hips steadily and to keep her on his track. She went a full minute after he had finished, before she squirted her release, instantly collapsing on top of him, too far gone to know whether he had come or not.
She whimpered, groaned, and panted herself dry, before lifting her head to look at him.
"Hi." He answered in his confident manner.
"Wow." Was all she managed.
"Yeah, I know." He agreed, placing a kiss in her hair as he rested down on his chest once again.
"Wow." She said again.
He chuckled lightly.
