"Mm, we do have all night. It means that we'll have to make the most of it."
After another kiss, Mary sat up and moved so that she was straddling his waist, sitting gently on his lower abdomen. She doubted that he was ready for another round yet, but that was alright. Her own fire was stoked, but she could be patient.
Mary tossed her long brown waves behind her shoulders, showing off her body to him where he lay below her. Her hands cupped her own breasts, eyes sliding closed as her thumbs moved to tease her nipples, turning them quickly to hard peaks.
He smiled a little at her words, looking up at her as she moved to straddle his hips. Though it'd take him a little longer to recover and be ready for more himself, he certainly was planning to enjoy the view nonetheless.
His hands landed on Mary's thighs, moving aimlessly up and down her skin, a soft gasp spilling from his lips when she started playing with her breasts. Gaze darker, Steve slipped one hand between her legs, fingertips dragging slowly across her wet slit.
An involuntary moan escaped her lips when she felt Steve's hand between her legs. She spread them slightly in response, not caring if he was watching her. In fact, she wanted him to watch. How different she felt compared to the first time they'd slept together, when she'd been much more shy. She also remembered the time she had slipped her own hand between her legs and been so ashamed, but how much Steve had enjoyed it. He made Mary feel so comfortable with her body and sexuality.
She continued to caress her breasts and tease her hardened nipples, letting Steve take care of the suddenly aching skin between her thighs. "Is it possible to climax too much?" she asked breathlessly, hoping that the answer was no.
His gaze darkened as she spread her legs wider for him, aroused immensely by her lack of shame. His fingers stroked along the slit, feeling her juices coat him fully, then his fingertips drew up to her clitoris, rubbing gentle circles over it.
"So long as it feels good... I don't think so, no." Basically, she could climax too much if a simple touch could make her feel pain, or if she was too uncomfortable to even move afterwards, but even having sex the whole night through, he had a hard time believing that would happen. If she was asking from a cultural standpoint, well then that didn't really matter, since it was no one else's business but their own just how often she came, or how.
There was a light moan when he began to stroke her clit. She breathed his name and rocked her hips gently against his hand. If this was wrong, sharing her body with the man that she loved, then she didn't know if she wanted to be right.
She could see the fire burning in his eyes as he watched her touch her nipples. Knowing how much it turned him on turned her on as well. Reaching down, she spread her legs even more before taking a hold of his hand. Mary positioned two of his fingers at her entrance, then slowly helped him push them in. Her hand then moved back up so that her fingers could circle her clit.
"Do you want to watch what I do when I think about you in the middle of the night?" she asked with a teasing grin.
It didn't take much for Steve to understand what Mary wanted when she guided his hand, and as he felt his fingertips press against her opening, he promptly pushed inside, two digits sliding past her tight entrance and burying all the way into her. He didn't stay still for long, though, and as he watched her stroke her sensitive spot, he started moving his fingers, in slow and shallow thrusts that still had his breath picking up pace.
"Yes," he exhaled, his voice practically a moan. His hips shifted on the bed, as he felt the heat spreading through his body, then coiling down at his groin already. "Please. I want to watch you."
Her cheeks were flushed pink with both desire a bit of embarrassment. This was much more intimate than the last time she had done it for him. Straddling him like this, she was practically on display. Steve did a great job of making her feel comfortable though, and she knew how much this was arousing him. She couldn't deny him.
Spreading her knees just a bit more so that she was sure Steve had a good view, Mary closed her eyes and flicked her pointer and middle fingers across her clit. "Mmm, like that... I just wish I had your fingers all the time." Having two of his fingers inside of her only heightened her pleasure. "I can't moan too loudly when I'm at home because there's always the worry that someone could walk in." Mary rocked her hips gently against their hands as she moved on top of him.
He appreciated it all the more knowing how embarrassing this usually was for her. The pink flush on her skin only aroused him more, though, and he was even more excited knowing that she felt this at ease with him now— a far cry from the first time they'd been intimate.
"You can moan now," he breathed, licking at his own lips. His fingers slid in and out of her slowly, keeping up with the pace of her hips as she rocked on top of him and against his hand. "I want to hear you, Mary... want to hear how much you love this."
Sure, he had neighbors, but they probably wouldn't care much, and certainly wouldn't say a word about it. And besides, the storm outside helped muffle a lot of the sounds that they both might make.
She did moan, softly, her head sliding back slightly. "It feels so good," she gasped. With her eyes closed, it was a bit easier for her to speak her mind without having to look him directly in the eye. "I... I think about you every night, about how I wish I were with you, about how I can't wait to be your wife... I think about all the things we've done together in this room and sometimes I need... relief." Her cheeks turned a slight shade darker.
Her fingers were rubbing gentle circles over her clit now. "So, I slip off my panties and slide my hand between my legs and pretend that it's you touching me, making me come. Your hand is much better than mine."
He found it incredibly arousing nonetheless, maybe even more so because she seemed to really let herself go completely when she had her eyes closed like that. His breath came to him in short little pants, as he fingered her a little faster, building up the pace as she started stroking her clit more insistently.
"God, Mary... Me too. Want you all the time. Every night, with me... I touch myself picturing your legs wrapped around me, your mouth on my skin— crying out my name," he bit back a moan, knowing full well he was getting hard again already. "You look so gorgeous like this, Mary... I love you, please... please come for me."
She went silent for a moment so that she could concentrate on the movement of his fingers with hers. He kept a perfect pace as her own fingers on her clit matched it. Mary could feel herself getting worked up, her pleasure rising with each pass of her fingers. So close.
Finally, she was able to push herself over the edge, her back arching and her tight walls squeezing around his fingers. "Steve!" Her hips bucked, pushing his fingers in deep as she moaned her ecstasy for him.
His breath stuttered, warm and heavy in his lungs, his gaze dark as he watched her, mesmerized by how beautiful she looked like this. Free, unembarrassed, blissed out as she took her pleasure. His fingers moved hard and fast, working her as she reached her orgasm, slowing down only once she started to come down from it.
"You're beautiful," he breathed, feeling himself growing hard again already. His hands settled on her waist, petting the skin slowly. "Love you so much, Mary..."
Her laugh in response was breathless, a joyous, carefree sound. Steve always made her feel like everything was alright, that she would always be safe with him, and that he he would love her until the day he died.
Mary laid down on his chest, her legs still straddling his body, and kissed his mouth gently. "I love you too," she replied. "Did you like that?" There was a knowing grin on her face. Of course he liked it, but confirmation never hurt.
He let out a soft chuckle, his gaze warm and loving as he watched her, so very taken by the way she laughed. Hands trailing up her back, his arms rounded her in a loose hold, pulling her close to him briefly.
"I did. Actually, I— loved it. Watching you like that... I fall in love with you all over again, Mary. Every time."
"You fall in love with me every time you watch me touch myself?" she asked. Mary raised a playful eyebrow at him. She was fairly sure that wasn't exactly what he meant, but she got the idea. They snuggled like this, Mary laying on his chest and Steve with his arms around her.
"I think I need to keep that act to myself and only bring it out for special occasions," she continued. "I wouldn't want you to grow complacent with it." Mary gave him a playful smile and pushed her fingers through his hair.
"Yes, absolutely. That's exactly what I meant," he said, taking her tone in a playful way, grinning and chuckling a little himself. He hadn't meant it quite so literally, of course, but he had a feeling she understood his meaning anyway.
"Mm, I wouldn't mind that either... I like everything else that we do together," he kissed her forehead, nuzzling into her hair. "Even just holding hands. Or talking."
“So do I,” she murmured, putting her lips to his again. “I love you.” Mary laid her head on his chest and grinned again when she caught sight of the engagement ring on her finger. She’d never known that she could be this happy. Some small pessimistic part of her had never believed it either. But she was exceedingly happy, lying here with the man she loved more than anything.
After another kiss, she whispered to him again. “Make love to me? I want to feel you inside me.”
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After another kiss, Mary sat up and moved so that she was straddling his waist, sitting gently on his lower abdomen. She doubted that he was ready for another round yet, but that was alright. Her own fire was stoked, but she could be patient.
Mary tossed her long brown waves behind her shoulders, showing off her body to him where he lay below her. Her hands cupped her own breasts, eyes sliding closed as her thumbs moved to tease her nipples, turning them quickly to hard peaks.
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His hands landed on Mary's thighs, moving aimlessly up and down her skin, a soft gasp spilling from his lips when she started playing with her breasts. Gaze darker, Steve slipped one hand between her legs, fingertips dragging slowly across her wet slit.
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She continued to caress her breasts and tease her hardened nipples, letting Steve take care of the suddenly aching skin between her thighs. "Is it possible to climax too much?" she asked breathlessly, hoping that the answer was no.
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"So long as it feels good... I don't think so, no." Basically, she could climax too much if a simple touch could make her feel pain, or if she was too uncomfortable to even move afterwards, but even having sex the whole night through, he had a hard time believing that would happen. If she was asking from a cultural standpoint, well then that didn't really matter, since it was no one else's business but their own just how often she came, or how.
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She could see the fire burning in his eyes as he watched her touch her nipples. Knowing how much it turned him on turned her on as well. Reaching down, she spread her legs even more before taking a hold of his hand. Mary positioned two of his fingers at her entrance, then slowly helped him push them in. Her hand then moved back up so that her fingers could circle her clit.
"Do you want to watch what I do when I think about you in the middle of the night?" she asked with a teasing grin.
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"Yes," he exhaled, his voice practically a moan. His hips shifted on the bed, as he felt the heat spreading through his body, then coiling down at his groin already. "Please. I want to watch you."
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Spreading her knees just a bit more so that she was sure Steve had a good view, Mary closed her eyes and flicked her pointer and middle fingers across her clit. "Mmm, like that... I just wish I had your fingers all the time." Having two of his fingers inside of her only heightened her pleasure. "I can't moan too loudly when I'm at home because there's always the worry that someone could walk in." Mary rocked her hips gently against their hands as she moved on top of him.
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"You can moan now," he breathed, licking at his own lips. His fingers slid in and out of her slowly, keeping up with the pace of her hips as she rocked on top of him and against his hand. "I want to hear you, Mary... want to hear how much you love this."
Sure, he had neighbors, but they probably wouldn't care much, and certainly wouldn't say a word about it. And besides, the storm outside helped muffle a lot of the sounds that they both might make.
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Her fingers were rubbing gentle circles over her clit now. "So, I slip off my panties and slide my hand between my legs and pretend that it's you touching me, making me come. Your hand is much better than mine."
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"God, Mary... Me too. Want you all the time. Every night, with me... I touch myself picturing your legs wrapped around me, your mouth on my skin— crying out my name," he bit back a moan, knowing full well he was getting hard again already. "You look so gorgeous like this, Mary... I love you, please... please come for me."
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Finally, she was able to push herself over the edge, her back arching and her tight walls squeezing around his fingers. "Steve!" Her hips bucked, pushing his fingers in deep as she moaned her ecstasy for him.
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"You're beautiful," he breathed, feeling himself growing hard again already. His hands settled on her waist, petting the skin slowly. "Love you so much, Mary..."
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Mary laid down on his chest, her legs still straddling his body, and kissed his mouth gently. "I love you too," she replied. "Did you like that?" There was a knowing grin on her face. Of course he liked it, but confirmation never hurt.
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"I did. Actually, I— loved it. Watching you like that... I fall in love with you all over again, Mary. Every time."
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"I think I need to keep that act to myself and only bring it out for special occasions," she continued. "I wouldn't want you to grow complacent with it." Mary gave him a playful smile and pushed her fingers through his hair.
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"Mm, I wouldn't mind that either... I like everything else that we do together," he kissed her forehead, nuzzling into her hair. "Even just holding hands. Or talking."
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After another kiss, she whispered to him again. “Make love to me? I want to feel you inside me.”