"Tell me what you want." Arthur pressed his lips against his wife's hair, inhaling her sweet scent as his hands gripped her waist against his body. They lay on a large, pillow-soft couch, her body atop his as her lips moved against his neck. Eyes closed and his mouth slightly opened, he manoeuvred his mind against giving into her seductive kisses. Instead, he focused his energy on breaking her down slowly. He wanted her weak and beneath him, writhing in pleasure as he gave her the one thing she so desperately wanted. His baby.

The idea made his pulse leap; his heart beat faster and anticipation to fill him. He had been more than surprised when she had requested they start on building a family. Ariadne had never come off as the type of person who would jump into motherhood. He had to admit though; it shouldn't have come as a complete shock. His wife was an unpredictable person, who still to this day claimed she didn't have herself figured out.

"I want you." She pulled away from his neck, sitting up atop his waist as her hair fell down her shoulders. Her mahogany eyes sparkled with excitement, anticipating and eager for whatever he planned to do to her. "I want all of you."

Arthur had to hold himself back from flipping their positions over and taking her right there and then. He had to be smart here; he didn't want to conceive their child during fast, hard sex on a couch. He wanted to do things properly; to give her an experience she could look back on and not regret.

"You're going to have to be more specific, love." A soft shade of crimson spread across her cheeks as Arthur grinned. It baffled him that, despite what they were there to do, his wife could still blush and come off shy. Her three dimensional personality never ceased to amaze him.

"You know what I want." Her chest rose and fell with a sigh, causing the complimentary bathrobe that she was wearing to move as well. She hadn't bothered to fully tighten it when she wrapped it around her frame, much to his delight, and it gave him a mouth-watering sight of her delicious cleavage. Sitting up, he scooted back until he was resting comfortable against the edge before reaching to bring Ariadne closer. Their lips met in what began as a slow, gently caress of affection and quickly spiralled into a heated embrace between lovers. Coaxing her lips open, his tongue slithered its way in as he tasted and explored her mouth. She intoxicated him, filling his nostrils with her scent and his mouth with her sweetness.

Even in that position, with Ariadne firmly planted on his lap and her robe opening the slightest amidst their heated kisses, Arthur wanted more. This wasn't enough; he needed to feel her, every inch of her lush body. His hands twitched towards her robe, settling inside of it as his fingers brushed against her stomach. She jerked gently, obviously surprised by the movement and he grinned into their kiss. Moving upward, he rubbed the velvety skin of her waist, pushing off her garment as he went along. Before long, it lay on the ground next to them, not that he noticed. He had his wife straddling his waist, bare and ready to be worshipped.

Her fingers flirted with the hem of his shirt, edging it upward ever so slowly as his breath hitched. As her nails brushed against his skin as the shirt rose and rose, Arthur was sure his heart would explode from the intense beating within his chest before his top came off. The promise of what was to come had him on edge, excited and ready to indulge. His wife though, was more focused on taking her time. Growling in frustration, he gripped the bottom from her hands and pulled it off his body, leaving his chest bare for her fingers. Wasting no time, she rubbed the newly revealed skin as their lips met again.

Somehow, in between their mouths meshing against one another and satiating each other with their taste, Arthur noted his pants had joined his shirt on the ground and the only thing stopping him from sinking deep into Ariadne's depths were the silk boxers still clinging to him. His arms snaked tightly around her hips, crushing her body to his as the kisses spiralled downward and his tongue explored the curve of her neck. She was breathing in his ear, deep and irregular, signalling her arousal and it only fuelled his actions further. Biting down gently, he marked a spot right under neck, earning him a low moan before he ventured south. Delicate and enticing skin served as his feast as he hungrily devoured her body. He avoided the spots she so desperately wanted him to touch though. He could tell from the tight grip her fingers had in his hair as she led him downwards that she was growing restless.

"You never did get around to telling me what you wanted." He murmured against her flesh as he gave her hip one last kiss. Releasing her from his arms, he stood up and dropped himself onto the spot next to her. She wasted no time settling back onto his lap.

"Why must you be such a tease?"

He grinned. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Ariadne glared at him and he couldn't help but reply with a laugh. "Come here," he whispered as she continued to glare at him. Bringing her tightly against him, he fought back a moan as her hot center pressed against his obvious arousal. "I want to try something." Her eyes perked up. That got her attention.

"Hmm?"

"I want you to ride me." Her already wide eyes widened even more so.

"That's not exactly the best position when it comes to conceiving."

"We'll just have to try a better position afterwards."

Her cheeks burned lightly and Arthur couldn't help but smile gently. She was a lethal mix of seductive and adorable. Not bothering to give him an answer, he watched as she slithered down his body, taking his last remaining piece of clothing with her. His manhood stood tall, hard and proud; ready to embark on the journey of pleasure that he so desperately wanted. Ariadne seemed to be thinking along the same lines, as she licked her lips quickly. It took all he had not to grasp her hips and pull her back on top of him. He was agitated and enthusiastic.

Taking her time, she slowly straddled his hip before wrapping her arms around his neck and gradually sinking down onto him. Gripping her waist, he held her in place as his eyes clenched tight and he gave himself a moment to calmly breath. She was warm and tight, gripping his erection fiercely with her walls. The sensation of being inside her, of being united in this way was almost enough to make him come.

Breath. He told himself. Think work. Think danger.

Side-tracking his mind from the situation at hand was easier said than done. He didn't want this to end so quickly, but as Ariadne leaned in and pressed pecks to his neck, he remembered they had days and days to do this as many times as possible.

Leaning back fully, Arthur laid his head against the headrest, making sure to keep his eyes on his wife.

"The ball is in your court, sweetheart," he told her in a strained voice. "Show me what you've got."

-x-

He had told her to ride him, not kill him.

Arthur watched with ragged breath and a sweating body as his wife slammed herself down onto him again, sending his erection deep inside of her. He resurfaced, coated in slick juices before disappearing yet again. She showed no signs of letting up, as her hands gripped his tense shoulders and his arms held onto her waist with his life. He was almost afraid the couch would crash beneath them, with the force of her movements. He could care less though; all that mattered was the ebony haired beauty atop him that was driving him to the edge quickly. Biting down on his lip to hold back a series of groans, he watched with fascinated eyes as she bounced. The effect was doing captivating things to her body. Her breasts shook in front of him, almost calling out to him before he snapped and pressed his mouth to one. His lips wrapped around a nipple, suckling it hard between lips before his teeth grazed over it gently. He was rewarded with a gasp and a loud moan as his wife threw her head back in pleasure. Repeating the process to the other, he grinned at her response. He would never get tired of hearing that. If anything, it added to his arousal.

Leaning back once again, he guided her movements, not that she needed any help, and added to the frenzied tempo. He had already felt more pleasure than thought possible and there was no way he could imagine it getting any better than this. Something told him she would have no problem proving him wrong.

Biting down harder on his lip, he held back his incoming orgasm as he awaited his wife. He wouldn't allow himself to go over the edge without her. It was so hard not to just jump and give in to the tremendous amount of bliss heading his way. His senses were tingling and shaken during the intense ride. Never had a woman worked him so good and he was almost mad at himself for not handing over the reins of control to her earlier.

"Come for me, sweetie," his lips pressed against her ear as his breathing got deeper and his body grew tenser. "Come hard for me."

The sheer impact of how she was making him feel was slowly becoming too much. Holding back was proving to be more and more difficult as the seconds passed. Continuing her frantic and quick pace, she adamantly pushed against him causing him to clench his eyes tight as her hips rotated across his hip. She grew tighter around his shaft, signalling her nearing orgasm and Arthur could only internally sigh with relief.

Bringing his thumb to her center, he pressed it to her clit and watched as her hungry eyes closed and another set of moans escaped her. Rubbing the sensitive nub, he brought her lips to his in a searing kiss before he mumbled against her mouth. "I can't hold back…"

"Mmm…almost there," she spoke breathlessly, before swiping her tongue across his bottom lip.

Rubbing harder, he pushed his hips upward, just as hers came down and the collision was mind-blowing. She squeezed her inner walls around him tightly, trapping him in place as she exploded and fell over the edge. Part of him was holding back dearly, wanting to watch the erotic sight in front of him. Tense and stiff for a moment, she froze in her position, consumed with pleasure. His name fell from her lips, as she fought for her breath and collapsed onto his chest. There was no going back at this point. There was no way he could contain himself after having witnessed that. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he gave one last thrust upwards into her before flooding her insides with the very essence of himself. Arthur filled her with what he soon hoped would create their child and brings tears of joy to her eyes.

Breathless and satiated (for now), they lay there, silent and content. Her legs squeezed at his side as his arms held her hostage. Pressed against his sweaty chest, she gave no complaint. The living room was filled only with their irregular breathing before he broke the silence.

"You've been holding out on me."

She chuckled lightly. "You never offered before."

"My biggest mistake."

Allowing his head to come down on top of hers, he pressed feather light kisses to her hair as his eyes closed. The day's activities were catching up with him. Exhaustion was just around the corner and he for one did not want to fall asleep on that couch, despite how comfortable it was. As soon as his legs returned from their jelly stage, he stood, cradling Ariadne to his chest as he ventured to the bedroom. With the balcony shut and the thick curtains concealing it, a dark, romantic vibe flowed through the room.

Setting his wife down on the large bed, he crawled in after her and lifted the light blanket over their naked bodies. After murmuring a quiet goodnight to her, he watched as she fell asleep cuddled up against him. Her dark locks clung to her sweaty head and he knew a shower would be in need first thing in the morning. He, for one could not wait. He was keeping true to his word. After tonight, there was no way he would allow her underneath the stream of cool water alone. That shower was made for two.