Chapter 46: Making Sweet Love.
"Take me, husband, I am ready Theodore" she muttered, her eyes filled with lust and determination.
He parted her thighs further, got in between all the way he kissed her lips, slowly he pointed his shaft to her warm entrance and that made Lydia draw a sharp breath while he took her mouth, he lifted her right leg onto his left arm and through inch by inch he slipped into her cave, she welcomed him with a tight grasp around it but she felt pain nonetheless, her moans louder and a bit pained.
"I’m sorry love" he whispered into her ears, kissing the tears that were trailing down the side of her face away.
Moments pass with the slow sensual motion of Theodore sliding in and out of you,
He whispered sweet nothings into her ears as he took her to heights she never knew one could reach from pleasure, their lovemaking was slow and passionate, and the intimacy they felt coupling with lust made her moan his name whenever he hit a spot she didn’t know she had, his thrusts became stronger and faster as he fondled her breasts and kissed her in sync, he guided her legs to wrap his waist and then he dived in harder, wrenching pleasure and moans from his wife, he flicked her swollen nub and that tipped her off, release grabbed her, snatching her and spinning her, making her whole body throb as she screamed Theodore’s name.
As if in sync, his large and solid body spasmed above her, his limbs and cock jerking with his release, her own name leaving his mouth in a growl as he held on to her tighter than she had ever been held by anyone in her life like his life depended on how close she was.
Flushed from the intense action, chests heaving, they remained in that high, his hips still rocking, his hand still moving over her clit, and his cock still hard inside of her. Theodore’s mouth pressed on the side of her jaw, and he rested his weight on her, she sighed before he switched their position, finally pulling out of her, her hair and arms splaying on his chest.
They stayed in that position till Lydia lost track of time, drifting off and back from sleep, she only knew that at some point, Theodore had slipped out of her and rearranged her in his arms. He returned her to the living world with a kiss and then he lifted his shy contended wife to the bath pool after asking her to pee before they slipped into the pool, he brought her to his chest. Then they let the hot stream of water fill them, turning their skin sleek under each other’s fingertips as they loved each other slowly again.
He took her back into the room moments later, she was sleeping peacefully in his arms full of trust for him, ready to fall for him, his wife, his Gooseberry, he gazed upon her, his salvation, his damnation, his favourite ritual and with a kiss on her head he joined her into a world where only happiness existed.
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Morning