She opened her eyes in surprise and turned to lie on her back when Crocodile was over her and between her legs, his elbows on either side of her, his darkened eyes searching hers for something, maybe any hesitation that would make him stop. She consciously looked back, determined and pleading.

And then, he kissed her lightly, pulling apart and looking at her again before kissing her hard. She tried her best to imitate him, her inexperience making her lacking in skill.

She gasped loudly as his tongue invaded her mouth, making her conscious of her morning breath. She flushed, and pushed his head away lightly, keeping it in her hold. Her husband looked at her inquisitively.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet," she meekly replied, causing him to roll his eyes and dive into his work again. Her hands slid down his neck and gripped his shirt as he started to move his hardness against her clothed core. She moved against him too, relieving the ache a little and heard his growl. His mouth made a quick work of her neck and found her sweet spot again, sucking and biting it.

His hook and hand were quick at work as her babydoll were soon off her. His mouth latched on her breast, making her eyes widen and then roll back as she moaned in pleasure.

"Oh god," she groaned as his hand played with her other breast and his hooked arm was around her waist, making her arch off the bed.

He gave one last kiss to her nipple before facing her again.

"I am not going to fuck you today, wife," he explained, confusing her, "but you'll definitely find your release what I'm about to do."

His lips kissed a trial from her neck to the elastic of her satin panties (which were in set with the dress) and his hook slid it off her legs, the sharp point deliciously tickling her overly sensitive skin. She gasped sharply as she felt his finger on her aching flesh.

"Oh my," he teased as he rubbed his finger up and down, "aren't you wet here?"

He leaned down and kissed her, making her want to press his lips there even more and push him away at the same time.

"Tell me, sweet Sineka," his eyes never leaving her forbidden lips, "Have you even touched yourself there?"

She shook her head, confident that she had lost her voice amongst the pleasure. He scoffed and looked surprised.

"So wet for someone who hasn't known this pleasure," he chuckled, placing her legs over his shoulder, "how wicked you are."

She flushed and squeaked as he sucked her there. Her legs shook.

"What are you doing?" she was scandalized. Yes, she had read about things like these but that was fiction, it was not supposed to be real. But there he was, her husband, between her legs. She was beyond embarrassed about the fact that he could see her fully and he was kissing and sucking her down there.

He did not even reply to her and he continued his sweet torture on her clit, licking and sucking. And god bless him, it felt heavenly. She wrapped her legs around his head and tried to move against him, only to be stopped by his grip on her waist.

"Be patient, wife," he commanded and smacked her ass. She whined and almost sobbed, only to moan as his wicked tongue entered her. He groaned too.

"Crocodile," she squeaked as he moved his head up and down, creating such massive friction with his tongue that her thighs shook violently around his head. Something was building inside her, something so strange yet she knew it was going to be massive and hedonic, she wanted to achieve its completion.

Her husband seemed to know that too, as his speed increased and his thumb moved to rub her clit too.

And so suddenly, something took over her. A hard rush shot over her body and white light blinded her, making her scream and shake so violently.

She sobbed as her husband continued his ministrations over her now-sensitive clit, sucking on it, making her ride over her pleasure.

He was above her again as soon as she calmed down again, kissing her forehead before moving to her lips.

"You did so good, Sineka," he cooed, his hand rubbing her thigh, "can you taste your first orgasm on my tongue."

She could.

She moaned, unable to form any legible thought as her body continued to shake from the intensity of her first climax. Crocodile kissed her forehead again and smiled softly at her again. She smiled droopily at him again.

Her eyes found his hardness as he slipped out of the bed.

"But you," she hesitated as he paused in his moments, blushing, "but you did not climax. You are still- um…"

He chuckled softly at her, "Don't worry about it, dear wife. I was only going to help you release."

She frowned. It did not feel fine to her.

"But I want to help you too," she sat up on her elbows, glancing down at his hardness, "It looks like it must hurt."

He froze as she looked at his face again. Her head tilted to a side in confusion as she noticed his hardness twitched. He groaned, his eyes shutting close.

"Sineka, you're killing me," his lips were on her in a flash, making her moan softly and grip his shoulders.

And she dared.

She slid her hands down his back and his hips, before she traced his pelic bone, nearing his hardness. Her husband shifted as he held her hand and moved her to straddle his lap, her hand being held on his chest.

"You want to pleasure me, wife?" she nodded. "Would you like me to teach you?"