Breaking the bed in[Lewd content]

[content warning: hand holding, light bondage, spanking, love]

As the last box was in place, his wife's equipment safely stored on the first floor of their new home and workspace, he smiled to himself. His office/ appointment center was a humble display of his philosophies and therapeutic and psychiatric credentials. His crowning achievement framed in a gilded frame, was his class B certification for genetic splicing. Jason could approve minor cosmetic surgeries on soft tissues for his patients. Regrowing or replacing lost facial tissue, scars, burns, or other simple deformities. He loved the way he could help his patients, rectifying the distance between self perception and the cruelty of life. One step at a time. Striding over to his desk, he sits for a moment, flipping through his old patients files.

But burning midnight oil for work was never his style, he closes up his workspace for the night. Triple checks the front door is locked, and heads up the butler's staircase behind the foyer turned waiting area.

Soft jazz and the smell of pecan pie candles fill the hallway, warming his heart and soul. Pecan pie mean's she's in the mood and he's in for a treat. excitement builds with every step down the hall way, pants tightening. He pushes into the bedroom, and finds two things. An empty bed, and a bottle of wine on the nightstand.

As the fugue continues, he discards his shirt, his somewhat thin build in clear view as his wife sashays in. Her emerald eyes have a hungry glint, she's been patient more than long enough. Her breasts bounce with her stride, fighting the lace with every movement. the pale skin and freckles play nicely against the dark garment. she draws close to him, inches away from the bed.

"Hey hubby." Her voice is husky with need, fingers dancing across his chest and shoulders. The clinical smell from before is gone, she overwhelmingly smells of vanilla, and coconut. An arm snakes around her waist, and he steals a single heated kiss.

"I'm going to shower quickly, when I come back, You're mine." He promises, swatting her rear as he pushes past. The toned muscle in her legs step in front of him playfully, trying to keep him near. However he know's all her tricks, and sends her to the bed with a shove. "You're going to wait Aoife." she caves to him at a show of authority. Usually she'd resist, but she's only dominant and feisty outside the bedroom. But as her legs quiver with excitement from his tone, she submits fully.

The shower is uneventful, throaty moans coming from the bedroom keep him from dawdling. he steps into the bedroom, skin freshly cleaned. His eyes devour the sight of Aoife leaned back, knuckle deep in her pussy with one hand, pinching a nipple with the other. Blushing heavily, she shifts onto her hands and knees and crawls to him on the edge of the bed. Kissing at his crotch and pelvis.

Jason takes a fistful of hair, and pulls her back "Did I say you could taste me yet?" his grip tilts her head toward the ceiling. She whimpers at being deprived from his taste.

"Please, please let me taste. I've been so good..." she whines, Jason spanks her ass once. A moan escaping the redhead's throat. "Please sir."

Jason smiles at the honorific, laying her on her back. He climbs over her, looming presence amplified by dominance. Featherlight kisses are planted up and down her neck, when she begins to grab at him, he pins her arms to the bed by her wrists. "You forgot to ask permission again, bad girl." her wrists pinned to the mattress she bucks to try and steal some more contact.

"You're begging to be punished Aoife, maybe you forgot the rules when we got married... fine then. I don't mind giving you a refresher." Jason moves from her, Aoife's blush deepens as she bites her lip. He grabs a set of fuzzy cuffs from the nightstand, stops to pour himself a glass of wine form the bottle, she's had about a quarter of it to herself. Sweet sangria fills his mouth as he leers at her, his loins burn for her. But rules must be followed.

With a moments consideration, he instead grabs a paddle from the nightstand. the familiar grip fits his hand flawlessly. Aoife's eyes grow to saucers as he approaches, he bends her across his lap, and bring the paddle down on her rear. the smack echoes in their room, he begins to paddle in a rhythm with the jazz filling their new home, Aoife's moans a soprano melody to accompany it. As her cheeks begin to match her hair, he soothes her with gentle strokes on her back.

"Are you going to be a good girl now Aoife?" Jason asks, his wife nods furiously. Scarlet locks flowing with the motion, he takes a fistful and smacks the tip of his cock against her lips. "Open." he commands

She takes the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his sensitive glans. Moaning into his tip as she tastes his precum, her body begging for more but she resists just barely. Seeing the burning lust within his wife, Jason begins to thrust into her mouth. Slow long strokes, letting her savor all six inches defiling the mouth that spoke her vows. The perversion mixed with love mounts to a fever pitch. With a moan, Jason guides her to sink her head all the way down, balls to her chin. He cums into his wife's throat, ropes of seed painting her throat. She comes up for air and pants for a moment.

"More, please my love, give me more sir, please." She pleads with him, one hand masturbating the other stroking him back to his full erection. Her blush has spread to her chest, panting and licking at his tip. Jason obliges her with a nod, letting her set her own pace.

She hollows her cheeks and sucks like her life depends on it, the sounds of her gagging and masturbation drown out the music. The scent of her desire filling his noise as she worships his cock. She moans as loud as she can manage with her mouth full, sinking all the way down as she cums. Her hand slick with her juices, she offer it to him eyes hazy with lust. Jason obliges tasting her.

Aoife lays back and spreads her legs wide, offering him her pussy to claim. To conquer. To consummate her and their home. Jason is upon her in the blink of an eye. Groaning into her ear as he sinks into her depths and folds. Her walls greet him with a loving embrace, they are no stranger to each other's bodies, but a new bed to christen makes them feel so very alive. Wet slaps fill the room as hips meet. Again and again, neither noticed the wax melt down completely, or the jazz album loop. Jason rails his wife with fervor. The bed creaks and groans at the **** of their love making.

"Aoife, I love you," He tells her, buried to the hilt within her "I'm going to cum soon so I ask you, do you want me to cum inside you for the first time tonight? Or save it for our anniversary special occasion." her only response at first is a throaty moan at the question, she pulls together long enough to stare into his eyes with determination. Legs locked around his waist gives her firm answer.

"Fucking breed me!" She demands raking her nails across his back, bucking her hips to his thrusts "Breed me!" she begins to chant those two words as his cock spasms and his orgasm approaches, she bites playfully at his neck and shoulder. The dam bursts and he paints her insides white. driving her over the edge again as heat fills her womb. She moans and cradles the back of his head, stroking his hair and staring lovingly into his eyes.

"Thank you honey, I needed that, and I want more. So much more." Aoife says breathlessly kissing her husband "I want at least three more rounds before morning."

"As you wish sugar."