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Jude woke with a start, eyes flying to the front door from her reclined position on the living room couch when the screen door slammed. While she was relieved to see Kit stumble in, she quickly glanced to the hallway to see if the babies had woken up. "Kit!" She hissed as she rushed over, closing the front door he had failed to do. Another glance to the bedrooms and she relaxed somewhat not seeing movement. However, her eyes met with a very unstable Kit as he nearly fell on his ass before grabbing the dining room table for balance. "Someone had a good time."

"So much fun." Kit slurred, swaying on his feet. "If I die before ya, Charlie is the only one allowed to hit on ya."

"Uh," Jude frowned, crossing her arms over her chest, "what exactly happened at your bachelor party tonight?"

Kit waved his hand before nearly fall backward again. With help from Jude, he managed to sit down at the table. "One of the guys from the shop got a stripper to come. She wasn't even good. Yar so much better. That thing ya do where ya fling your panties at me with your toes. She tried doing it with her dress, nearly fell over." He shook his head before holding it to stop the room from spinning. "I missed ya."

Jude giggled with her own shake of the head, taking the seat beside him. "I gathered that." She took him in from head to toe. "She give ya lap dance?"

"Tried. I grabbed Tony. He sat in my lap while she gave him a lap dance." Kit murmured, scratching at his jaw. After a moment, he turned his gaze to her, a slow smile forming on his lips. "Yar looking awfully fine tonight, darlin'."

Jude had to cover her mouth as a laugh erupted. Sober Kit was decent man with usually one thing on his mind when it concerned her. Drunk Kit was a smooth talking horndog that she could only fend off if he passed out first, not that she tried all that hard to fend him off anyway. Kit drunk in bed had its own advantages. "Well, thank you. Nothing special though. Just pajama pants and a t-shirt."

"One of my t-shirts." Kit reminded her with a roll of his eyebrows.

Jude startled when she heard the front door again, turning to see Charlie trip over himself coming in. "What on Earth- Charlie, ya don't live here."

"I know that, sweet Jude." Charlie hiccuped before handing her the bag in his hand. "Kit forgot this out in the car. Brought him back, just like ya ordered."

"Yes, thank you. Please, tell me ya aren't driving." Jude held the bag but watched Charlie carefully.

Charlie shook his head, whole body shaking with it. "No, Ma'am. We couldn't find my car. So, we're walking." He laughed suddenly, nearly bending at the hip as he looked at Kit. "The dancer's coming home with me."

Kit waved his hand again with a lazy smile. "Use a rubber."

Jude gaped as Charlie saluted proudly before marching from the house. She gazed back at Kit, finding him already back to ogling her as if his best friend hadn't just stumbled in. "I thought she was all over Tony."

"Tony finished early." Kit shrugged. "I will not."

"Uh huh." Jude patronized before opening the bag from Charlie. She pulled out an unopened tube of ointment for skin infections. "What is this for?"

Kit smiled cheekily before dropping off the chair onto his knees, scooting around the table to the chair she had sat down in. "Just an activity that was set up tonight. Nothing ya need to worry about." He failed to notice her cocked eyebrow at his words, his attention solely on her lower half as his hands grabbed at her hips. "I've wanted ya all night. Wanted to do body shots out of yar belly button."

Jude smiled as she focused on reading the back of the ointment tube. "I'm sure ya did."

"Kept thinking about ya here reading those books ya pretend are religious, but I know they are filled with all sorts of sin." Kit mumbled into her stomach, lifting her shirt enough to get skin to skin contact. "Those dirty books. My beautiful Jude reading her dirty books, biting that lip that I want to nibble on." He gazed up at her mouth. "God, such perfect fucking lips."

"Kit, this is for rashes and infections." Jude frowned. "I thought ya said ya didn't touch the stripper."

Kit straightened. "I did not." He hiccuped. "It has nothing to do with the dancer. I got that before she even showed up." He started working on the drawstring on the pants.

Jude wasn't even aware she was encouraging him with her hand running through his hair. "Then, I don't understand why ya need this." She glanced down at him, and that's when she saw the hint of white popping up from beneath his jeans above his ass. "Kit, take off your pants."

"Whatever you want is what shall be." Kit breathed before pecking her lips. He stood shakily, removing his shirt first and then proceeding to his jeans. Despite her suspicions of what she was going to discover, she couldn't help but chuckle as Kit made a show of disrobing, mimicking some of the moves she'd done in the past to make his jaw hit the floor. Kicking away his jeans, he thumbs hooked into the elastic band of his boxers, snapping them with a look he probably thought was smoldering. "Before I go further, yar overdressed."

Jude smirked, standing and pressing her clothed chest to his bare one. "Is that so?" She bit her lip, the one he had been thinking about all night, when he nodded. "I guess fair is fair then. She pressed her hands to his ribs, kissing his chest, before slowly walking around him, pressing kisses to his bicep and shoulder as she made her way to where her eyes had taken curiosity. With him distracted with her touch, she gently pulled back the white paper towel, it turned out to be, away from his right butt cheek enough to see exactly why he needed the skin ointment. As soon as she saw the blank letters, she snapped his boxer briefs back, making him jump. "Kit Walker!"

"Before ya get mad-"

"Why is my name tattooed on yar ass?" Jude seethed.

Kit paused a moment. "Okay, so yar already mad." He turned quickly when he heard her huff out a breath, grabbing her before she could walk away. "Ya know Tony's cousin Walter. He's studying to become a tattoo artist. He was giving free tattoos at the bachelor so he could practice. It was his gift to me. It woulda been rude to turn him down."

"So, ya let him brand ya?" Jude's eyes widened. "Kit, that's permanent."

Kit smiled. "Well, ya could try to wash it out. I don't think it will work." He grabbed her again when she turned to storm off. "Okay, not funny yet. But, it's not like I got some random shit. I got yar name, my Jude."

"Yeah, and whoever ya fall in love with after I'm gone is gonna leave ya the second they see my name scarred into yar ass." Jude fought.

"If they leave, then that's their problem." Kit stated simply. "It doesn't matter who comes after ya. I don't want there to be another. That's the point. Yar my person, will be my wife before we know it. Yar my now, darlin'. My forever."

Jude pouted despite her heart warming at his reasoning. "I'm yar third forever."

"Everyone says third times the charm, right?" Kit teased, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. "I don't know what waits for us after we die, but if there's an afterlife or another lifetime waiting, or we're turned into woodland creatures, I'm gonna come find ya, Jude. That's a promise." He buried his face in her hair as she pressed hers into his chest, finally wrapping her arms around him. He hummed happily. "Although, it would be really weird if I came back as a bear and ya were something like a squirrel. How would that work?"

"I think it's time we put ya to bed, Kit." Jude giggled, pulling back to meet his eyes. "And, put ointment on yar ass. Last thing we need is for ya to get an infection on yar rump and have the babies telling the neighborhood yar butt has a boo boo."

Kit smiled. "Keep sweet talking me."

"Yar disgusting." Jude giggled, squealing when Kit wrapped her up in his arms from behind, holding her hostage against his chest. "Kit!"

"Shhh, wouldn't want to wake up the kids." Kit taunted as he walked her down the hallway and into their room. He tapped the door shut with his foot as his lips met the skin behind her ear, raising goosebumps all over Jude's body. "C'mon, darlin', I know ya were reading those dirty books tonight." He grinned when she pursed her lips together on a moan. He slipped a hand inside the pajama pants he'd undone at the table, fingers meeting cotton and heated flesh. "I know ya put the kids to bed, changed into my shirt, and camped yar sweet ass onto that couch to read about all those sexy scenes where the woman is so turned on she can't think straight." He grinned feeling the damp cotton between her thighs. "Did ya touch yarself tonight, darlin'? Out there on the couch with yar hand between yar legs, wishing I was home to fuck ya like I usually do."

Jude mewled, hips bucking against his hand. "Yes."

"Did ya cum thinking of me?" Kit panted against her ear.

"Yes." Jude admitted.

Kit grinned. "That's my good girl." He slid his free hand up underneath her shirt, grabbing a breast and squeezing just enough to make her knees buckle. He took the opportunity to move her to the bed, removing her shirt and pants before she could comment. He ran his hands over her body, moving her arms up over her head as he kissed her. "Yar fingers have been busy tonight. Seems to me they need a time out."

Jude gasped despite keeping her arms in place. "That's not fair."

"What's not fair is that I couldn't watch ya." Kit murmured into the flesh of her belly, fingers wrapping around her ribcage and arching her back to push her breasts up for his viewing pleasure. "That I couldn't witness the beauty that is yar fingers slipping inside ya, eyes blown wide, my name on yar lips. What's not fair is that my friends demanded I get a bachelor party, to celebrate a night of freedom, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to be balls deep in yar tight body." He grinned hearing her whimper above him. Working down her body, he spread her thighs apart to see the damp material of her panties, and he couldn't resist latching onto the material.

Jude squirmed feeling Kit's face press against her core. The pressure was relieving, but she needed more of him. "I may have told ya to go, but if ya'd came back twenty minutes later I wouldn't have stopped ya. I - Oh!" She shut herself up, head dropping back, when Kit nudged her panties down with his chin before stroking her with the tip of his tongue. "Fuck. Baby, ya know that tongue of yars is something I can't deny."

"Mmhmm." Kit moaned into her, lips wrapping around her clit just to watch her back bow at the shock it sent through her nerves. "That's why yar gonna try something for me tonight." He swirled his tongue around her clit as he pulled down the only material left on her, flinging it into a corner of the room. Grabbing his pillow, he set it at the foot of the bed before tugging Jude back to her feet. When a whine escaped her mouth at the lack of his attention, he nipped at her ear. "Jude, Jude, Jude, what am I going to do with ya?"

Jude hummed, eyes closing as another shiver hit her spine. "I hope fucking me is somewhere on yar list."

"Oh, darlin', it's always on my list." He promised as he positioned her at the foot of the bed, facing it. He'd had this idea ever since they'd gotten the new bed frame. After breaking the last one with one too many collisions with the wall, they'd had to get a sturdier one. This one was thick, dark wood posts and tall head and foot boards. He thought it was rather ridiculous when they'd first put it in the room. It looked far too big for their tiny master. But, the first morning he woke up to find Jude smiling at him from the foot of the bed, coffee in hand, with her arms resting comfortably on the thick board of the foot rail. Suddenly, he couldn't stop thinking about all the new uses to discover with the new piece of furniture.

Grabbing the pillow, he pinned it to the rail, covering enough of it to prevent bruises. . .or at least a lot of them. "Jude," he smirked hearing her soft acknowledgement as she leaned back against him, "bend over, darlin'."

Jude opened her eyes to see exactly what Kit's idea was, and she flushed immediately at the site in front of her with his entire body pressed against her back. Swallowing hard, she studied the position she'd be in. "My feet won't touch the floor."

"That's the idea." Kit smirked, enjoying the blush that had overtaken her chest and neck. He didn't push her though, knew she needed to digest this for what it was even as her body revealed what the idea was stirring in her. He kissed the nape of her neck, enjoying her scent wafting up his nose. "How do ya always smell this good?"

"How do ya still manage to find firsts for me?" Jude retorted back smartly before stepping towards the pillow. "Is this a sex pillow now? Do we need to go to the convenience store tomorrow for another pillow?"

Kit chuckled as she tested out what angle her body would be most comfortable in. "Get one for me for Christmas. Ya've been wondering what to get me anyway. Besides, we sleep on each other most nights anyway. One pillow is all we need. Now," he stepped up to her behind, ensuring she felt him to remind her of his request, "are ya bending over or should I tie ya to the headboard?"

Jude huffed out a breath despite the small smile that graced her lips. "Pretty sure 'or' isn't what ya have in mind." Pushing up onto her toes, she let her body drape over the foot rail and relax against the pillow, bracing herself against the bed with her upper arms. She was right as was his plan. Just the tips of her toes touched the floor. Enough of a promise but not enough of a guarantee. However, the thought of it washed away when Kit's hands wrapped around her waist, cock sliding against her core. "Oh, fuck."

"So pretty, Jude." Kit praised as he reached down and lined himself with her, groaning as he started sliding in. "Ya good, darlin'?"

Jude moaned back, the angle and pressure against her stomach adding to the sensations Kit was invoking. When he stopped, wanting an answer from her, she nearly sobbed. "Keep going. Fuck, keep going."

Kit smiled, surprised how easily he was sinking into her with the little foreplay he'd given her. He knew part of it was her love of restriction. While he wasn't tying her down or taking away one of her senses, the use of her legs was minimal in this position. While she could move them all she wanted, they weren't going to help her out of the position she was in. He controlled her movements, and that always drove her a little crazy. "So wet, Jude. Ya sure ya only came once on the couch?"

"Cocky motherfucker." Jude mumbled, shaking her head. He hadn't given her a proper orgasm yet, and she felt full. Full to the point it was clouding her thoughts and taking her words already. "Fuck me. Please, Kit. I need ya to fuck me."

"That's my girl." Kit beamed before snapping, hips slapping against her backside with every thrust. He held her hips tightly, sure he was leaving bruises, and pinned them to the rail to avoid the pillow from slipping out from underneath her. If anything, he was embedding that pillow into the foot rail just to make Jude blush every time she walked in their room.

Jude, on the other hand, was not worried about anything. Even though she knew her arms would be sore in the morning from this upper body workout, she couldn't think past Kit's cock hitting every sensitive spot she had. Something about this position was pure magic. Her eyes were rolling back, toes curling, and they'd barely started. She clawed at their comforter, shoving it against her face to muffle the sounds she couldn't hold back. It was as if everything had faded into darkness around her. The only thing she could feel was Kit pounding inside her and his words penetrating her ears and seeming to soak into her brain.

"That's it, darlin'. Oh, yar gonna cum for me, aren't ya?" Kit goaded, watching where the two of them were connected. Her thighs were quivering, legs crossed and toes curled, and he was coated in her wetness to the point the moon was shining off his dick. He grunted feeling her flutter around him. "Fuck, yar so good for me." He slammed into her, holding himself there as he grinded further into her if it were possible. Her body tightened immediately, and it made him dizzy. "Shit, darlin', yar gonna kill me." He started pounding into her harder despite the burn in his ass and thighs. It was simply too good, and the evidence soon creating an even more obscene noise that his thrusts.

Jude was cumming and cumming hard. Her release coated his crotch and ran down both their legs and onto the floor below, and that was only what hadn't been soaked into his pillow. She was flying, and Kit was still relentless in his strokes. Before she could fully come down, she was plunged back into another orgasm that soaked both their privates. Her muscles were locked solid, and she could feel her legs. Whether that was from the three back to back orgasms or the position cutting off some blood circulation, she wasn't sure, but she wasn't going to complain when it felt like her whole body had just was thrumming with the pleasure.

Kit didn't stop thrusting, pushed through her tightness to make it last longer. When he felt a third wave of wetness hit though from where they met, he hauled her up. She was apparently so out of it she didn't realize she was being moved, because her moans didn't stop as he removed her blanket buffer. Covering her mouth with his hand, he attacked her neck with his mouth, invading her senses again as he moved them back to the bed. He laid down on his back, keeping her pliant body on his. Her moans had turned into whimpers, but she hadn't moved a muscle. With more coordination than he should have at this point, he nudged her legs wide apart before planting his heels on the bed. Once he was comfortable, he slipped his free hand down to her neglected clit, causing a yelp to echo into his hand. "I know ya got another one in ya, darlin'."

Jude heard him, but the words weren't registering into he started thrusting up into her. His finger were insistent at her clit, and the blood rushing back to her lower half was intensifying every little touch. She was cumming again before she could fully feel her feet, sobbing into his hand as the pleasure ripped through her.

"Fucking hell, Jude." Kit spat, balls tightening when her body squeezed his so tightly he couldn't move. Stroking her clit in gentle circles, he came feeling her entire body tense for a fifth time, emptying deep inside her with a few bucks of his own hips trying to get even deeper.

Jude's ears rung, body raw but so pleasantly buzzed, as she finally gained some function back in her legs. Kit's hand dropped from her mouth, but she didn't lift her head from his shoulder. She was still trying to catch her breath, much the same as Kit. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

Kit shook his head, licking his lip. "I don't know, but we gotta do it again." He wrapped his arms around her torso, leaning up to kiss her cheek. "Ya okay?"

"Dehydrated." Jude managed, causing them both to laugh. "We're both gonna be sore tomorrow, baby. Shit, I think my brain malfunctioned."

"Yar pussy sure didn't." Kit grinned, making her blush. He loved that he made her blush even after fucking like rabbits. While she had many previous lovers before him, he knew she was still somewhat shy about their bedroom activities. He couldn't blame her, most of her partners in the past had only been with her because her drinking had enabled her dirtier thoughts to surface. The number of times she'd had sex sober had been far less before she and Kit got together. And while she had no problem speaking her mind or doing anything in their bedroom, he found it endearing that he could still get her to blush. "Seriously, darlin', ya soaked us."

Jude giggled when he moved his legs against hers to proof his point, rubbing the wetness into both their flesh. "How's yar ass?"

Kit frowned. "Darlin', I know we're trying new things all the time, but I think I have to pull the veto card in regards to us doing things to my ass."

"No!" Jude laughed, squirming slightly as he held her tighter to kiss at her neck. "That tattoo. Ya didn't give it much of a break tonight."

"It's small. Not much to worry about." He hummed tiredly before dropping his head back onto the bed. "I like having yar name on me."

Jude rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop the grin. "Do ya now?"

Kit hummed. "Hmhmm, if I get drunk like this again and someone finds me, I have my emergency contact right on me. It's really a safety measure, Jude."

"I'm sure that's what ya were thinking when ya got it." Jude teased him. She stretched out her legs, already feeling the slight soreness in them. Her arms would kill her tomorrow. "We should get everything cleaned up, get the ointment, before we fall asleep."

Kit's snore was her reply.

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