Patrick
The kiss is deep and hungry, a month of longing poured into a single moment. Our tongues dance and stroke, a slow, intimate dance that feels both brand new and deeply familiar.
Trailing kisses lower, I worship the long line of her neck while my fingers find the knot of her robe. I pull it open, the soft fabric parting to reveal her body, changed and beautiful by our child. My half-hard cock rises to its full length, straining against my pajama bottoms, a dull, insistent throb.
"You've been like this whole time," I whisper, my voice rough with need. Biting my lip, my thumb traces the circle of her bare nipple, feeling it pebble into a tight, sensitive point under my touch. I roll it gently, my gaze locked on hers as her breath hitches. Lowering my head, I take the other nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue before sucking softly. Her hands fly to my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp as a soft moan escapes her lips.
I release her nipple with a wet pop and look down at her, my chest heaving. "Jesus, Lore," I rasp, my Texas drawl thick with lust. "Look at you. All swollen with my baby." I cup her heavy breast in my palm, my thumb stroking the wet, hardened peak. "These tits are perfect. Can't wait to see 'em full of milk."
Her cheeks flush, but her eyes darken with desire. I fall to kneel before her, my hands gripping her hips, and sit back on my heels. "You're the love of my life," I say, my voice cracking with the weight of it. "And I will spend the rest of our lives proving that to you."
Lore's eyes fill with tears, her hand coming to the side of my head, holding me gently. I look at her knees and see they're shaking.
Getting to my feet, I kiss her again, until we’re both breathless. I strip the robe from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet, then lay her gently on the bed. I pull back just long enough to undress completely, my cock springing free, heavy and aching for her, before following her down onto the mattress.
My hands move down her body, tracing the soft curve of her hip, the swell of her belly. I need to feel her, to relearn every inch. But before I can explore further, Lore pushes me to my back, her strength surprising me.
She straddles my waist, her knees on either side of my ribs, the heat of her core hovering just above my cock. I look up at her, at the goddess who is my wife, the mother of my children.
"Lore," I groan, my hands gripping her thighs. "Come here. Sit on my face. I need to taste you."
"I'm huge," she says, a hint of self-consciousness in her voice.
I growl, a low, possessive sound deep in my chest. "You're perfect." My hands grip her hips, and I help her scoot up my body until her wet pussy is hovering just above my face.
The scent of her, clean and musky and utterly intoxicating, fills my lungs. I use both my forearms to bracket her thighs, my hands wrapping around to grip the soft flesh of her inner thigh. I pull her down until she's actually sitting on my face, her weight settling over me, sealing me against her. There is no escape, and I want none.
I start slow, my tongue tracing the delicate seam of her folds, tasting the slick evidence of her desire. She gasps, her hands flying out to brace against the headboard.
I flatten my tongue and lick her from bottom to top in one long, slow stroke, savoring every drop. I find her clit, a tight, swollen pearl peeking from its hood, and circle it with the tip of my tongue, feeling her thighs tremble against my ears.
"Patrick," Lore breathes, her voice shaky.
I answer her by sucking her clit into my mouth, applying a gentle, pulsing pressure. I use one hand to spread her wider, my other hand sliding down to tease the slick entrance to her body.
Uncomfortable in that position, I unwind my left hand from her thigh and find her entrance right in front of my chin. Pushing one finger inside, then two, I curl them to find that spongy, sensitive spot inside her. Her hips start to move, a subtle, rocking motion against my face, chasing the pleasure I'm building.
I can feel her getting closer. Her breathing becomes ragged, her moans growing louder, more desperate. I double my efforts, my tongue flicking rapidly against her clit as my fingers pump into her, hard and fast. I can feel her pussy start to clench, a telltale sign that she's right on the edge.
"Don't stop," she begs, her voice breaking. "Please, don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping. I suck her clit harder, my tongue a blur of motion, my fingers thrusting deep. I can feel the tension coiling in her body, a spring wound tight, ready to snap. And then it does.
Her entire body goes rigid, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy clamps downon my fingers like a vise, and a gush of warm, wet fluid floods my mouth. I don't stop, drinking her down, my tongue working her through the waves of pleasure until she's a sobbing, trembling mess above me.
I gently release her, my face glistening with her essence. She collapses beside me, her body limp and spent, her chest heaving. I roll over, propping myself up on my elbow to look at her.
Lore’s face is flushed, her eyes closed, a single tear tracing a path through the sweat on her temple. I lean in and kiss her softly, letting her taste herself on my lips.
"I love you," I whisper against her mouth. "Now, let me fuck you."
Lorelie
I laugh, a breathy, giddy sound right into his lips. My thighs are still trembling from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had, the muscles feeling like warm jelly.
For a minute, we’re just like we used to be, like horny teenagers who can’t keep their hands off each other. I move to my back as he settles on top of me, his familiar weight a comfort I’ve missed desperately.
I spread my thighs, letting him settle between them, a perfect fit. Reaching down, I grab his thick, hard cock and pump it once, twice, my thumb smearing the bead of moisture at the tip.
