She slid her hands behind him and lifted her face for a kiss. Happy to oblige, he cupped her chin and raised it gently to kiss her. Pam kissed back harder and his eyes flew open in shock and arousal. The buildup of the evening was culminating into a massive amount of sexual desire. Jim felt Pam push her tongue into his mouth and he pressed his back into hers. An incredible heat was intensifying faster than they could imagine. Jim slipped his hands under her shirt, relishing the feel of her smooth, warm skin under his fingers. She moaned at the sensation of his hands traveling slowly up her torso, leaving a trail of fire. That was a Jim move that never failed to make her skin tingle in all the right places. Seconds later, she felt his hands graze the sides of her breasts and her entire body shivered. "Oh my God, I want you sooo badddd," she practically growled. Without responding, he covered each bare breast with his strong, warm hands and crashed his mouth back onto hers. Her hands started grabbing at his shirt, desperately trying to untuck it and search for buttons all at the same time. Before she could do that, he was already tugging her green shirt up and over her head and she allowed it to be removed and tossed away. Sometimes she still felt modest when she was exposed and uncovered. Even though she was only wearing her panties, this was not one of these times. Jim could see her nipples harden and a small damp spot on her panties. He was definitely hard and wanting and he scooped her up and gruffly said, "Bedroom?"

"Bedroom," she gasped.

He carried her with ease the several steps to their bed as she peppered his neck with hot kisses, tasting a slight hint of salt. He laid her down and started to unbuckle his belt, staring into her eyes. Jim slowly pulled it through each loop, just trying to tease her and, God was it working. She sat up and started to unbutton his pants and did a little teasing of her own, pulling down the zipper down notch by notch. She covered his bulge with both hands and his hips bucked forward, eyes filled with desire and pleading.

"Shit—Pam, "he garbled his words as she pulled down both his black boxer briefs and khaki pants. As they fell toward the floor, she already had her small, cool hands on him. One hand gripped his hot, heavy length and the other softly stroked the very tip, lubricating him with the bead of pre-cum that was seeping out.

"Oh my God, you're going to kill me," he groaned as she began to alternate stroking him up and down and slowly licking up the underside. His eyes darkened with unabashed desire as he gasped for breath and softly placed his hands on her head.

"Oh, really?" she said, directing a saucy smile up in his direction.

"God, please YES!" he practically was begging. Pam took him in her mouth and gently began to suck as her hands made up the difference, gripping him, stroking him, lightly caressing his balls until she could only hear the sound of his breathing. His entire body was taut and his fingers entwined gently in her curls as she continued to work him with her tongue. His balls started to tighten and she heard his breath hitch in his throat. Pam was ready and willing to take him all the way, her belly filled with a white-hot coil begging for release. But he pleaded with her to stop. "No way am I finished with you yet," he panted. He tore off the rest of his clothes and crawled into bed, laying her down with him.

"These," he said, smoothing his hand over her panties, "need to come off right now," and he hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband. She lifted her hips to help him pull them off and he tossed them to the side in one fluid motion. Admiring the sight of his now naked wife, he ran his hands over her flat stomach all the way up to her breasts. A sighing noise emanated from the back of her throat and he could not resist her a second longer. He needed to hear that sound again and lightly suckled her left nipple as he rolled the other between his fingers. Pam's vision blurred with arousal as she felt herself become slick and wet between her legs. He switched to the other breast and flicked her nipple with his tongue. She arched her body from the bed and barely managed to gasp his name. He pressed his lips against hers and she felt the room spin. Pam was hardly aware of Jim's hand sliding down her abdomen. Below her navel. Past her damp, curl-covered mound. To his ultimate destination. As he cupped her between her legs, he could feel the raw heat radiating into his hand. He slid his finger through her slit once, gathering the sweet juice. She panted in his ear as his finger drew nearer and nearer to her opening. Once he found it, he made it his toy, dipping the tip into her center., then sliding back out, over and over again. He knows the territory, he knows that it makes her crazy hot because she was now so slick he could barely feel skin. She cried out and begged of him, "Please . . . Jim . . . please . . . please." The desperation and desire in her voice sparked within him and he made a new goal; he wanted to hear her scream. Gazing in her eyes briefly, he shifted downward. Her legs were bent at the knees and trembling slightly. Jim held each knee and slowly pushed them apart. She relaxed and let her legs butterfly all the way down to the sheets, completely exposing herself to him. He nestled himself in place and saw just how aroused and ready she was. Her lips were swollen open and her glistening skin caught the light. He dragged each hand up the sensitive insides of her thighs which produced a whimper of anticipation from above. His hands reached the place where her legs and mound meet and with his fingers, spread her lips open further. "Oh. My. God. JIM, " she panted, loudly She felt his hot breath before the sweet sensation of his tongue as he lapped from her opening all the way up her entire length yet avoiding her clit. Pam whined and shifted to try to get him to please make contact where she wanted it most. But he had a plan. Three more times he ran his tongue through her juices, stopping only to press the tip inside. She felt like she was going to lose her mind with excitement. Her insides curled tightly and ached for release. "Jim, I'm so close. I need you, I want you, I wanna come, please let me come," she rushed her words all in one hot breath. Jim recognized the urgency in her voice and was oh so ready to give her that release. He pushed one finger inside her dripping wet pussy and then one more, seeking the swollen and rough spot inside her front wall. A loud squeal and the arch of her body from the mattress told him that he was in exactly the right place. As he rubbed his fingers over her inside spot, he took her swollen bud in his mouth and barely flicked his tongue. Pam's entire body went rigid and she tossed her head to the side and froze in place as the tension finally broke in waves. She screamed and cried out his name into all corners of the bedroom, then laid and gasped for breath, her body still quivering. Jim slid back up the side of her body, leaving his fingers in place because he loved to feel the waves of her insides slowly subside.

"Kiss me," she said. He pressed his lips to hers and she could taste herself but she didn't care even a little bit. "That . . . was . . . mind-blowing. Good God." He laughed against her cheek. After a minute, she pushed his shoulder steadily until he was flat on his back. She climbed on top of him and flicked his nipples with the pads of her thumbs. He was rock hard and needed a release of his own and she knew it. Pam reached down and held his cock then angled it toward her still swollen, still slick pussy and let the tip graze her juices. He closed his eyes and pressed his head backward into the pillow.

"Pam," he pleaded, placing his hands on her hips, trying to guide her down onto him. She resisted and continued to tease the head of his cock against her slick skin. "Baby, please, I'm not gonna last. Let me be inside you."

She arched her eyebrow at him and sank fully and completely onto his length in one smooth movement. She could feel that wonderful twinge deep in her belly, the way only he could reach. Jim held her hips still and gave himself several seconds to gain some control. She was so hot and slick and tight just for him. Impatiently, she squeezed him once and his eyes widened. "Not . . . fair," he grunted, thrusting his hips upward and she cried out. Quickly they found their rhythm and moved together in a heated frenzy. He could feel her wetness spread out over their skin as she got tighter and quiet, concentrating and working toward another orgasm. The sight of her eyes screwed tightly shut in intensity nearly sent him over the edge. He thrust even harder, loving the way it made her gasp out loud as she tossed her head back, holding her breasts and stroking her nipples. "Oh, fuck, Jim, I'm coming . . . I'm coming again!" and as soon as he felt her inner walls tighten, he let loose with abandon and pushed into her heat over and over again, pulsing into her. Jim nearly blacked out, he had never come so hard in his life and he could not move. Pam draped over his chest, still connected to him as she tried to slow her breathing.

"Oh my God, Beesly. I think you broke me," he managed to say.

She was only capable of a small laugh and said, "I think we are both broken." They shifted to face each other while laying on their sides. As if they shared the same mind, Pam reached out to place her hand on his cheek, just as he reached out to do the same.

"I love you," they whispered together.