Chapter 3:The Us Before

Booker's mouth was so impatient, his lips meshed hard to hers and his tongue moved quick, swirling, darting, and rubbing against her own while Alessa started with his shirt. He didn't stop her, he too was far from sane, control by lust and depravity. All he could think about was Alessa, thinking of how loss he would've been if he would've lost her. The heart ache and thought almost so far away that he pushed it far from his mind, only seeing that she was here in front of him. Forgiving as ever. Never really angry. He knew she was for what he did, but their love was unbreakable, no matter how much she wanted to scream and yell at him, her love for him was endless. Epic. She was a beautiful woman. Her hair soft as silk, her big blue eyes captivating, and enchanting. How beautiful she looked when her face flushed from the mere contact of him. How hot her body was when he pressed against her. She was such a perfect woman. He assumed any man would've been lucky to have her with the genes she carried.

To Booker, she was his angel. His rock.

Feeling the craving for his angel escalate Booker caught sight of Alessa finishing the last button to his shirt and vest, giving him the opportunity to take all remaining fabrics by the seam of his wet jacket, and pull it off his shoulder, leaving his sculpted tone torso to the eyes of his lover. Her blue orbs catching sight of his bare chest to touch, and worship.

She missed the feel of it. His skin was scarred but it was well built, and muscular. She trembled at the feel of every bump and crease. Now while she was having her fun, Booker's hands were free to find their way to the girl's dress, which was a modern day buttoned up dress, making it easier to access.

His lips had disconnected from her and found their way down her neck, sucking and licking, even tickling her on accident from his five o'clock shadow. Alessa gasped, tensed and resisted a giggle in response, trying to hide it, but when Booker bit her jugular, the girl gasped again and knew he heard it, making her smile and bite her lip amorously.

By the time he had gotten half way down the dress, Booker realized his wife wasn't wearing a bra underneath. The only thing she seemed to be wearing was a pair of lacy white underwear with black frills around the edges.

He had to admit it was sexy too making his cock throb and his body ache in what felt like pain as his pants kept getting tighter. The sight of her naked skin, and curves made his cock stiffen.

Her breast were small but full her buds perked and hard from the anticipation of what was to come, they even seemed to get swollen when Booker latched onto one, the feel of his lips, tongue and teeth at work while he pulled off the thin dress from her entire form.

Alessa gasped back, arching to the feel of his tongue swirling around the bud and his mouth sucking hungrily before he cupped it with on of his hands. The other throwing the rest of the dress in the direction of the coffee table before laying Alessa on her bare back to the soft shaggy rug below them. It was warmed by the heat of the fire, and with Booker hovering over his wife she wouldn't be chilled any time soon.

His free hand ran down her arm, and grasped her torso leading up to the other neglected mound, lovingly and urgently pleasuring his lover even more, causing her to whimper, and whine softly with her face turned to the side, and covered by hair spilled over her cheek.

He softly pinched and rolled the sensitive bud feeling it grow in between his fingers. Booker smirked through his suckling, and deepened his tease on the woman's chest, making Alessa groan when he teethed and flicked his tongue against her reddened nipple.

She wanted to cry out, so starved for Booker her body could barely keep up with her, her eyes glossed and shining in the fire's glow. Even Booker's seemed to glow as he looked up at her exquisite face. He began to grab at her waist with his free hand, feeling for any skin and flesh he could heat with his finger tips.

Suddenly he felt his wife ripping the belt from its strap and off his waist with a fast and harsh motion before she threw it to the side and out of the way, and then without unzipped his pants without warning, getting Booker to groan when he felt her knuckles brush against the bulge behind the fabric. He hissed back painfully when she rubbed him with her palm this time, making his muscle grow even further and Booker to hum in the back of his throat. It didn't take long for him to become full in size, his falsie, incredibly thick and long.

And Alessa could feel it when he arched his hips forward to rub it against her underwear. Booker had switched sides, giving attention to her other breast finally, while the other hand had found its way to her right breast, caressing it, squeezing, and running his finger over her hard nub until his blue eyed girl whimpered softly, arching her hips into his chest, feeling the different heat signatures in their regions. Even Booker could feel how ready she was.

How damp, and warm she felt. He was beginning to wonder how much longer he could hold out for before he unleash the beast on her. Suddenly, Alessa wrapped her legs around his, tightening them as she reached down pass his briefs, and grabbed a hold of his enlarged cock.

It was almost bigger than she had remembered it as it sprang out his pants, giving Alessa the grip she needed to make Booker grinded his teeth.

She smiled at him. Kissed him. Their breaths becoming hot and heavy as the smothered themselves in the passionate lip lock. Booker cupped both of her breast and licked both of her nipples, sucking them both into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them with a hunger that even made Ally's mouth dry.

She could barely watch him do it, it was making her so wet, her body trembling and squirm as her abdomen ached for more. And when he brushed his lips against her nipples, savoring their feel, Alessa gasped back and dug her nails into the man's skin. Just enough to egg him on.

Booker pulled back from her chest, hovering his lips down the front of her stomach, kissing her belly button on the way down. Then he kissed the left side of her pelvis, sucking and licking the skin until he left a trail with his tongue down to the outline of her flower's slit. She flinched, gasping meekly, "Booker..." It had been so long for her, she could only quake with anticipation, excitement, and a gut feeling known as fear.

She was afraid he wouldn't fit. She watched closely as Booker could barely fit his hand around it and stroked it. It twitched, making Ally squirm herself from sight of it. It was feeling so excited she could barely contain herself, panting slightly faster than before suddenly tensing and moaning out when she felt her husbands tongue lick at her clitoris. She couldn't stop herself, every sound she could make was there as her head flew from side to side, her hands finding their way into Booker's faded brown hair. He groaned, taking a few fingers to spread her labium, his wide tongue sucking her into his mouth till his tongue began to lap at her insides. He covered it with his entire mouth, almost causing his wife to yelp out as she bucked her hips, shaking to the instant pleasure that seeped through her very core.

His tongue was fast, and greedy, stroking and twirling in her hot tight walls. To Booker, she smelled divine. Her scent sending him to groan even more as his cock begged and pulsed for release. He was still stroking himself, un-wanting to stop since he was so close. But as he felt it near, he stopped and used his hand to rub the girl's clit, "Ah, Booker! Booker!" Her whole body shook, straightening to his tensing, until he pulled his hand away and let his tongue go back to doing all the work feeling her blossom clench and swell from his mouth's delicious play.

He could taste her so well too. Her juices spurting over his muscle, letting him drink her with such harsh laps as she massaged his scalp, every gasp and noise giving him the encouragement he needed to continue as her face fell into bliss, their eyes still connected.

Every time he suck back, her brows would knit in pain, and her teeth would grit as she hissed. Booker's eyes could only show the hunger dwelling within them, his bright green eyes more vivid and intense. Alessa loved those eyes of his, every stare, every look he would pass to her. It was always love, always passion. He seemed to be alive when he looked at her. Finally, when she couldn't take the feel of his mouth pleasure her, she bit her lip and put her hand over his wrist, bucking her hips to his tongue's rhythm, while her other hand stayed laced in the short strands she could feel.

His rugged face was only heightening her need to cum. If he kept going at this rate she was sure to feel her end. But she didn't want it to stop. What she really wanted to feel was her husband inside her, to feel the brunt of his body's abrasion. To feel that immense muscle between his legs awaiting her.

She was coring at his back, scratching her nails deeply across his shoulder blades and neck, "Please…" That sound. It was the sound of her importune. Her last resort to get Booker to give her what she wanted.

And he gladly gave it, rapidly flicking and diving his tongue into her until he heard Alessa gasp and groan back, trying to grab the floor behind her as her back started to arch, and her head flew back. That was all he needed her to wrap his arms around the girl's legs, pulling her in mouth to get deeper into her walls, slipping back out only to suck and lick her clit. He suckled, and tasted her pink skin feeling her legs clasp around his head, both of her hands finding their way back into his hair, her breast bouncing, and upright for him to enjoy.

He couldn't resist, he grabbed them both and licked harder against her clit until he felt her essence spill, and her body freeze when she finally came.

Booker groaned slurping loudly, lapping and drinking her until he had his fill, and then he slowly trailed up to the woman's pink slit with just the tip of his tongue, leaving a strand behind as he pulled away, catching eyes with his wife as she looked up at him.

She sounded disappointed, but Booker was far from done. He sat up licking his lips, grinning, and embracing the back of her head with his hand to bring her up to reposition her.

Slightly dazed, Alessa gasped following where he wanted her to go. He propped her up on all fours and spreading her legs out just enough to get in between them and position himself behind her. He hunched over pressing his chest to her back, an arm wrapping around her shoulders while the other seemed to still be behind the girl.

Then, Alessa's eyes looked back at Booker, seeing the depths in the green he was born with. The knowledge of what was coming. She blushed, feel his tip press to her wetted opening. It was hotter on his dick than it was his mouth, making it more enticing as he rubbed it against the slippery labium, his lips meshed against her ear as he loving kiss it, "Sorry to rush…" He growled finally breaking pass the first barrier, feeling Alessa's hands entangle itself back in his hair as she gasped out loud, "But I gotta have you." She was so hot inside, her walls making his cock tingle as it snuggled around him tightly. He had almost forgotten how she felt, how she looked when she moaned in ecstasy.

He pressed on, hearing Alessa strain her moans of pain and pleasure. She started with deep strokes, letting her get use to his size. She grasped at his hair, and then followed down his side, catching his six packs as he went on, thrusting just enough to keep her bouncing off of him.

She strained a moan when she felt his tip hit the center, pleading to him when her hips enlivened, feeling her body began to give an all over cold sweat. Then Booker took her hips and rotated his own to grind her to him, cupping the side of her face to force her eyes to his, falling more into her womanhood and groaning, "Alessa."

The woman couldn't help it, she smashed her lips to Booker's in a desperate attempt to keep her noises to a minimum, hiding the fact of how much he was truly stretching her, making her hurt so good as he split her in two, "Oh Booker…It's-,…it's so big."

"Heh, I don't think so. Maybe you're just really tight, it has been a while."

"Too long." Booker smirked to her response, tonguing and teasing her mouth's muscle around his own until he grunted and sped up his pace causing Alessa to moan again, the sound of his thighs smacking against her ass amplifying his exhilaration. He could see her brows beading with sweat, her hair sticking to her until he brushed it away, the feel of her walls slicking around his hardened member. His tip finally reaching as far as it would go to make her entire vessel flourish, "God I feel like I'm tearing you apart."

"You are…! You are my love. But please-, please don't stop. I want to see stars." That was all he need to rub her clit rough, turning them both to the side with their fronts facing the fire place.

His nose touched her back, kissing the soft skin against her shoulder blades, still continuing to give his lover the robust thrust she asked for, making every muscle in her thin frame tense and clench to the incomprehensible hedonism he was sparking.

He then took his fingers and began to rub her clit again, feeling her sleeve envelop him, strangulating him from base to tip. It was actually making it hard to maneuver, until Booker lifted one of her legs even higher to get the access he desired, a moan forging out of him when he hit her barrier, "…Fill me…! Please, I'm ready…I'm…!"

"Ngh…!" She was getting hotter, tighter with every call out to him, their groans and moans soaring through out their home with the echoes of his pummeling.

Not being able to take anymore, Booker's face ached, and his teeth clenched as he pulled his wife closer to his body, almost clasping his arm around her stomach, and throwing her hips down to his, "Yes…!" Booker hugged her bring her knee to her torso, and kiss her deeply as they both cried out, feeling his body pulse to a different beat then Alessa's. She could feel how hot his seeds were, his thick muscle throbbing as he grunt with each surge of his liquid entering her womb. He never realized how much he was holding back until his semen came spilling from her brimful opening.

Ally was inarticulate, her full, pouted lips agape with ragged breaths, her eyes glassy, and ravenous Booker's eyes were just as concupiscent as her own. Those green eyes of his always seemed to be transfixing her. It was the first thing she noticed about him when they first met. And that dashing smile of his. They were just so alluring, captivating; his eyes were one of many of their paintings. And this canvas now, was full of life, and passion, the one that made Alessa find her love for art in all forms again. Including the art of loving making.

The two laid there in each others embrace, regaining energy once lost to rhapsody. Booker's thin lips brushed back and forth against Alessa's, their kisses nothing but light pecks towards one another. It was when he began to pull out a bit did Alessa pull away stopping his hips, "No, don't…It'll…"

"I know, I know. I still have the need to move inside you though."

"It's that stamina. It never ceases to amaze me." She could feel him grinding his hips into her bottom, his cock still hard and stiff, ready for more as he began sliding in and out of her honey pot till Alessa's breath became ragged, her whimpers still coherent while she enjoyed his actions.

She showed her appreciation by licking the tip of Booker's nose, brushing her own against it as she found his bottom lip with her tongue and sucked it into her mouth, like he had done to her once before.

Booker took the greedy invitation, and kissed her upper lip, finding an opening to let his tongue dip into her sweetened cavern, letting hands feel out the woman's perfect form.

He felt so frustrated, already wanting more again, feeling his cock fully erected again as he swiftly began to thrust into her. He didn't take his eyes off her, only more turned on the more he began to thrust a little faster, and harder, getting Ally to gasp, moan, and catch the bounce for more incursion, "Mm god it feels so good. Oh Booker, it's killing me…" Her voice quivering getting the man behind her to chuckle darkly and mumble against her ear huskily, "I've been known to be good at that." She was about to say something against that, but before she could he thrust even faster catching her off guard to make her voice soar and her body startle from Booker throwing her up on top of him, and throwing down with his hands, nothing else but the brute strength of his arms. It was over powering, intoxicating to the woman, extorting her face from pain, to bliss as she tightened around him.

Her sleeve swallowed his cock from tip to base, repeating the motion as Booker led her hips, hitting her hot button every now again to keep her tensing and shaking, trembling even as she yelped out in pain and in ecstasy, "That's pretty mean of me huh? Saying something like that? I didn't mean to upset you." He grunted scratching his nails into her small waist, trying to stop Alessa resistance.

It seemed to work the more he dove into her, shortening his thrust as he felt his lover invite the exultation, her hair bouncing behing her back, dancing for Booker as he watched her ass drop, her head doing the same as she began to assist in the rhythm.

Booker groaned, unable to cease his urge to smack her plump bottom, the sight of her skin jiggling against his pelvis and pussy hugging and facilitating him. And she gave a high pitched gasp in return, "Booker. Ah!" He smacked it again getting more of a reaction out of his wife when she looked back at him, glaring.

But she couldn't hide the fact that she also enjoyed it, especially when he chuckled and began to go fast, making her turn back around mewing in delight. She leaned forward putting her hands on his thighs taking full control of his rhythm, causing him to groan staggering.

She did it on purpose, squeezing her walls around his think member thrashing her hips up and down to get Booker to close his eyes and throw his head back, this time letting a moan escape his lips, "Mmm, where'd you learn to move your hips like that?"

"I love you Booker, that's the only thing I need to move like this."

"God Ally, I love you too." She whimpered back to his sultry voice, to the soul, and passion behind the lust that spilled from his lips, his moans becoming more apparent as he watched his dark haired maiden bestride him.

Yet, as much as Alessa was enjoying this more than she cared to reveal, the woman could only be troubled by what he had joked about, and what he had called himself, admitting that what Skinner said was true. She felt so horrible for trying to leave him, for not being there when she definitely needed her most. All in all, she was kind of glad Skinner interfered.

Now, she was here in the arms of her loving, darling husband, and he was making love to her like ever before, their bodies conjoined, and salted from sweat, and force. She still hated the fact that he believed what that bastard said though.

Alessa couldn't imagine what had happened at Wounded Knee, but the best she could is forgive him. Like a wife should, like any person should do for someone they care about. She will admit it was wrong, but there was more to Booker DeWitt before the war. Before the debts, and that's the man she wanted to find again. Although the nightmares would still go on, she only hoped that if she could get his to smile without him having to force one she would feel some kind of contentment knowing that she helped him. That she could ease some of his regret. His pain.

That their marriage was for something. She still wanted to be married to him, to be with him till the end of time, no matter the cost. She could never put a price on their love. It was indestructible.

Suddenly, she gasped when she heard the sound of Booker calling her with a small rub of her back, "Ally? You alright?" In response, Alessa looked back out of the corner of her eyes, making her thrusts deeper and slower watching as his face distort with pleasure, "Never better. I mean, I have you with me don't I?" She questioned breathless, but Booker gave a side ways smile and assist in the momentum of their hips once again.

"That I am, Al." He agreed in a daze feeling himself become more erratic as the sensations of ecstasy began to swim through him. The feel of pleasure over whelming his senses. It beaded off the outline of his muscles, his hair a mess and dripping from rain drops and sweat. Alessa's wasn't any better, her body just as glossed as his, the feel of droplets covering various parts of her curves.

Booker was on the right path, getting close to climaxing a second time a round, but every time he threw up his hips, the blue eyed girl would mischievously cancel out his hips, making him grunt with frustration, and confusion as to why she was doing such a thing.

Why would she drive him to a point such as this, feeling like he was addicting to the feel. It was just unfair. But he noticed the more he began to cease his movements, the more she swayed her hips, from front to back. She felt his hands release her hips, and he hung them above his head, only allow to watch as his wife took full control again.

No longer was he allowed to help her, let alone help himself. She wanted it her way, and he was more than diligent with the idea. He loved it when she took the reins, it was rare, but seeing how long she had been patiently wanting him, it was no wonder she was so ardent. Enthusiastic too. She was so sexy being on top of him, riding him like the strong and proud woman she was.

He continued to enjoy the display before him, voracity in his eyes as he carefully watched their 'connection' to one another, his brows making twinkles now as he groaned when he felt the elation of his wife grace him. The euphoria like a drug to the couple.

They could feel it. The one pulse that only meant that the end was nearing soon. Their bodies screaming out for relief.

Booker wasn't going to waste this opportunity, and grabbed a hold of Alessa's upper arms, pushing himself in the upright position as he held her elbows further behind her back, her arms and hands restricted from any movement. Then he lifted her up and slammed her down on his cock, her blossom squeezing him like a vice, her legs and hips begging for more, "Ah!" He groaned at her response, knowing that this was want he wanted.

Heaven.

There was peace with Alessa, and he found what he thought he had lost. Hope.

She was breathing haggardly as she tried to look back at him, catching those deadly eyes that made the her walls tremble with excitement, her hands finding any muscle she could find behind her, feeling his six pack while still making wonderful music to the gunslinger's ears, giving Booker the sense that Alessa was close to her next sweet release.

She leaned her head back against Booker's shoulder, her body wrapped around his and buckling again when she cried out into his neck, singing so sweetly that it eventually led to Booker's climax.

He erupted, slamming himself into his lover with such vigor that with every spurt he grunted and moan again filling his sexy wife to make her whole, making Alessa take him in deeply not caring how sore or tired she felt. She took in his seed for a second time gasping back at every single pulse and shot that spewed into her womb.

It was enjoyable, indeed, "Oh god…" Booker breathed panting and laying his head into his lover shoulder, licking and kissing the wet skin while Alessa began to tremble from the after math, the sensation of his hand giving her goose bumps.

They laid there in a frozen position, unable to move from the second coming, only pulling away enough to gaze back into each other's eyes, both of them instantly giving the other a smile, until Alessa's lips slightly fell, her orbs seeming bright and distant, unlike a few seconds ago when she seemed happier.

It was enough to worry Booker a bit. He even tried to lean in for a kiss, but she pulled away just enough to keep him at bay when he leaned in. Now, he was worried, "You sure you're alright?"

Not responding to his question just yet, Alessa flicked her nose against his, brushing her lips against his and intimidating to catch them. Even when he tried to move inside her again, Alessa would cancel out his movements, finally sliding him out with ease, but leaving them both empty, and gasping back with intimate noises.

Booker still looked confused, as he watched his gorgeous wife sway her hips when she rose to her feet, turning her face to him as she scampered away with a playful finger stretched out to him. He didn't know what to say, but from the looks of it, she wanted him to follow.

And he did, seeing that she was making herself to the bathroom, her curved back and plump bottom sticking out a bit as she snaked herself into the wash room. He kept a watchful on her as she bend to turn on the bath tub. The water from the facet steaming to the chill nipped air. But Booker was still to heated to be cold, not with Alessa sticking up her butt in the air to give her husband an exotic view. His eyes never left her beauty, even as she turned around to him, walking towards him until she grabbed his still slightly erected cock, causing Booker to hiss and groan as she squeezed it, kissing pressing her chest against his to kiss the tip of his chin, "You're dirty. Let my bathe you." She asked him seductively, whispering more like.

"Alessa."

"Please, I wish to bathe with my husband." She was whimpering, egging him on to sit in the tub, a hot awaiting bath just for him, and as her eyes grew more pleading, Booker felt less resistance towards her, and willing stepped into the bath.

The water felt incredible, and stung in such a good way against his scared skin. He sighed closing his eyes when he finally leaned back against the padded tub, letting the feel of the fresh water cleanse his aching muscles.

He could remember the last time he had a bath like this. It got even better when he heard the sound of the water splashing around, he opened an eye to find his wife behind him, soaping down their sponge so she could wash him.

First she started with his arms, silent at first enjoying his company while watching her work. She also began to notice the countless scares running up and down not just his chest, but arms and hands, his legs and thighs. The more she too notice to them the more she wanted to make them disappear with every wash of the sponge. How she wish she had the power to make them go away. Out of sorrow for her husbands past, all Ally could do was kiss the indented flesh, her warm pink lips barely brushing against it as she continued his shoulder.

Booker didn't know what to say or what to make of it as he gave in a breath from her soft kisses and touches, until Alessa continued to kiss up his arm more the sponge not too far behind as she trailed up his shoulder, and up his neck where she sucked on the small spot of the curve before venturing close to the back of his ear to cause Booker to growl when she bit down. Not hard, but enough to make the poor man ache.

She continued this actions, her lips never leaving his skin as she began to murmur in his ear, her hot breath causing goose bumps up the man's arms, "I was a fool earlier. At the office. I said such mean things, threatening to leave. I should've been persistent more than selfish. I wasn't thinking of you. I mean, I was, but…I wasn't." She lifted her head to gaze sadly at one of the more deeper scares, holding his arm in her soft tender grip, her lips grazing the cicatrix, "You weigh yourself with so many burdens, and are pulled around by bad men like some kind of rag doll. But there's one thing I know about Mr. DeWitt."

"Oh yeah? And what's that, Mrs. DeWitt?" The sir name left her smiling, putting the sponge down before she pulled away a little to cup his face, turning herself towards him and bringing her face just inches away to his, making sure she could see deep into his tired eyes, finding some kind of salvation in their bedazzling color, "You are not a monster. Please know that when I say it, I mean it. There's a big different in survival, and finding pleasure in it. And I know you. I do. You may put on the tough guy act, but I see through that when you're with me."

"That's because I'm not dealing with idiots when I'm with you."

"I'm serious though." Her voice shook hissing back when she felt her husband grasp a breast, caressing it, and pulling back on the nipple to make her moan.

"I know you are. But I don't want to talk about that. You're sweet Ally, but the only thing I want to be thinking about is you. You and me, in this tub. It's just about us tonight." Her lips were so close he could catch them easily with just a grab for her cute little chin.

Alessa tried to project herself, but it was useless once Booker had his way, nothing was up for discussion. She rolled her eyes knowing that her battle was lost, and giggled, taking the man's advice, coiling her arms around both of his shoulders, passionately kissing him. Her tongue pressed on, attempting to gain access as she pushed through his lips.

Booker opened and growled deep when he tasted her mouth upon his, their tongues exploring every inch of each others mouth till it was suffocating.

In an instant, Booker began to go stiff again, raising from the water where the Alessa could see it out of the corner of her eyes, his rock hard cock standing proud, and pulsing with an ache. It was only Alessa could pull away from the kiss that her hands found a path down his chest, his abs, and further still till she saw the hurtful look in her husbands eyes, his teeth biting on his lip to the feel of the water lubricating his cock while Ally began to smoothly run her finger tips and palm over up his length and tip. When she went down to reach for the base, Booker hiss groaning with his hands finding their way to his wife's hips when she started to hover over his chest, her tongue reaching for his cock. Booker growled this time when he felt her hot muscle lick him, it was such a tease he already felt his skull thizzing from her long awaiting mouth.

From what Booker could tell, she was wet again, her thighs slightly dampened as she stroked his length, pulling away for just a second to feel the shape of his rounded tip in her palm. She was becoming even wetter at the sight of it feeling her blossom nearly drip as she wrapped her mouth around the engorged bulge, sucking, and forcing her mouth further onto his appendage till her tongue could stroke the bottom side of his dick.

Just the sound of her husband in blissful delight sent her body swaying to control the urge burning deep in the pit of her pelvis. Her body was throbbing, everywhere began to ache, begging for more. It didn't help that Booker had his hands at her thighs, squeezing them, and caressing the skin. His hands just felt so good against her skin. They were cool compared to her heat flesh. And he could feel it too. The torture she must've been feeling, the emptiness that wished to be filled.

Suddenly Alessa gave out a strangled cry out of shock, her yelp only vibrating through out her lover's cock, making it twitch in her mouth as she fastened her mouth down to the base, her lips and tongue at work more now as she felt her body be intruded by two digits.

Booker has slid them in with little resistance, her walls already soaked and more so as he began to continuously pumping into her shuttering body.

Her warming walls still hot and tight it nearly cut off the pressure to his fingers, yet he pressed on thrusting diligently into his wife, both of them panting and squirming from the pleasure swelling in their bodies.

Just then, unable to control his need to finally taste her, Booker pulled Alessa's legs closer to his head, and used both hands to lift her into the air.

In response, Ally gave a short muffled sound, her heart nearly flying out of her chest as she felt her throat tighten around him. She felt exhilarated even more when she gasp and moaned to the feel of Bookers tongue licking at her labium. Her legs shook in his hands grasping her tighter as he brought her blossom closer to his mouth to give her a good little tease, his tongue continuously licking at her walls until the tip of his tongue found her clit.

Alessa couldn't help herself , he talents were making her feel so amazing that her body's needs were the only thing in control of her, the feel of her spine curving into an arch when his tongue ate at her entrance, causing the girl to throwing her head back when he deepened his tongue into her core feeling out every twitch and warm spot, tasting every drop until suddenly Booker felt the dark haired woman grab his base, tightening her grip on his as she stroked him faster, her tongue and mouth still working him as she sucked him.

With her legs secured in Bookers hands, the hazy gunslinger spread his wife's legs out further, attempting to get better access to her clit to make the girl nearly want to scream as she trembled. He was lapping at a fast pace, getting every taste of his lover, his tongue swirl around her hole, and in some until he was darting himself in and out of her, her voice voluming almost loud enough to echo in the bathroom, "Oh Booker! It's incredible!"

"You taste incredible…" He comment making her cheeks flush a bright red before she suddenly began to feel the knot in her stomach rise, causing her to mew in pleasure as the ecstasy took its course, filling her body until she couldn't take the feel of his tongue suckling against her enflamed pearl.

His touches were becoming feral almost sensing your release around his mouth as he licked and lapped up her walls repeatedly. It was too good to stop now, Alessa was on the edge of cumming, "Booker, Ah, I'm…I'm about to-,"

"Mm, Ally baby let me taste you." She moaned drugged by shear bliss as she felt the bubble in her tummy pop, her essence spilling into his mouth as he slurped at her insides, his own cum over flowing her mouth as she drank him. She couldn't believe how much he had, but all she could was feel his tongue lightly licking at the curve of her clit and opening making her feel nearly incapable of making a move.

When they had finished, Alessa tried hard to turn herself around, facing her husband with shaky legs, sitting on his waist and leaning her luscious tits on his chest as he pulled her into him, wrapping an arm around her waist so a hand laid at her bottom, squeezing it roughly so he could spread enough to shove his tip into her honey-pot.

If he didn't know any better, her screaming was only making her tighter, her blossom so hot that it made his cock tingle when he got half way in. With one buck he was completed himself inside her, hearing her gasp and whimper, her teeth biting her bottom lip to hide the moan that nearly escaped, "Damn your stamina!" She hissed digging her nails into his back as he sat up and slammed her down to make her mew.

"And damn you for being so tight." He retorted his voice laced with excitement and lust as he nibbled at her ear lobe, his body feeling the torrid rush as he thrust his hips into hers again, hearing her noise coming out more fluent, more eloquent while her body embraced him, and glided with his assault.

Her head was spinning with her face towards the ceiling so Booker couldn't see what leisure he had brought her to. What kind of animalistic perception she was seeing and thinking, all she could think was, "Harder. Don't slow down please!"

"Anything you want." His voice just as rasped and repressed his cock pummeling her till her face distorted and her lips opened with a soundless moan. She gripped his face to her breast, riding him to meet his hips thrust for thrust, their voice echoing in the bathroom as the water began to splash around them. They hardly cared, all they could care about was their bodies rocking in unison, Booker's mouth finding a bud to slip in his mouth to make his woman moan, "I want you. Only you."

Booker took in a deep breath his lips thinning as he lifted himself out of the water more, the feel of their body's slipping against the other only heightening their deliriousness. His eyes only on her face as he knocked his cock into her g-spot, causing Alessa to gasp, mewing when he did it a second time.

He began to thrust then, over and over again to find the right rhthm, slapping wet skin to one another as he deepened himself, thrusting harder and faster to create the speed to get his wife to bounce on him. She was softly at first, trying to hold herself steady, attempting to let small sounds leak from her lips as she rode him his hips swaying and grinding to get her to muse.

When he hit that spot again with a rough thrust, Alessa cringed holding onto her husband more as he whispered and murmured sweet nothing in her ears, the sound of his body smacking against hers as their regions slipped and dove into one another. God it was maddening. Alessa could only sit up, and attempt to hold back as Booker sped up, his groans coming out frequently as his shaft began to swell and thicken inside her, "Ah, Alessa…"

"Booker…" Her eyes shut tight, and arched her back lacing a hand into her own hair as she swung her head back, the feel of his momentum starting to break her apart as she came to another climax, "Booker!" He moaned to his name, feeling himself begin to hit his limit as he pounded into the gorgeous dark haired woman, "I love you…" Was all he could think to say, his heart soaring than he ever thought it could when the words slipped his mouth, "I love you too." Alessa replied back a small smile taking her lips before the look of internal euphoria coursed through her veins, her legs tensing as she felt his hot semen take place inside of her once more, her own juices mixing with his as the two fell against one another, utterly exhausting what little energy they had left.

Their breaths fanned the others heated skin while they laid in each others arms, the ripples from the water were slightly starting settling as the two waited in contentment to find any strength to move, "That was…"

"Indescribeable." She answered for him, finding his lips in a tired manner, only kissing his lips so tenderly, that Booker repaid it with just as equally soft and tender, their lip lock no longer rough, and needy, but affectionate, and solicitous. They felt complete, though they weren't out of the woods yet with just by a night of love making, but there was time to fix things. To make it right. And Booker was determined now more than ever to try to get back on his feet.

Once the bath was done, the two had ventured to their room, their naked forms now under warm comforters while the husband embraced his wife in their queen size, the heavy weight of sleep starting to catch up with the both of them as they spoke, their only free hands holding each other, "What will you do about work?" Ally asked curious to know what he planned to do, considering he told them to shove it before he left, "I guess we'll see. I told them I wanted two weeks leave."

"For what? She asked worried. But his eyes softened as he smiled, kissing her lips before looking deep in her eyes, "For you."

"Booker…The de-,"

"Fuck the debt. You and me haven't had a vacation in a while. Don't you think it's time we deserved one?" She couldn't say anything, only feeling her heart swell as she smiled, almost on the verge of tears as she leaned into to kiss him back, "Yeah. Yeah we do." The kissed continued too.

Through out the night the made love, over and over again until the sun had risen the next morning. But that still didn't stop the two from enjoying the time they had together. It almost seemed to good to be true. Even Booker believed it to be a dream, to be this in love.

Next-Chapter 4 The Glow That Dims

Okay, so I know the ending probably sucked, but I'm kind of out of it today. Hope you guys enjoyed the smut though. I was going to make it a little longer, but I thought that this was pretty good considering. I don't know how long it will be for the next chapter but I will try to hurry. Lately I've been working on the Greed stories. If I'm lucky I'll have another new story coming out. But we'll see. Ichigo Kurosaki's Hollow anyone? My little side project I've been working on. It seems to be coming out pretty good, but that's for you to decide when it comes. BYE BYE!