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Warm sheets and early sunlight greeted Lorraine’s skin when her eyes flickered open. She blinked in the yellow light, softened as it glowed through the sheer curtains. After a moment of her mind blooming to wakefulness, her gaze drifted down to her husband’s sleeping form beside her.
Curled on her side, Lorraine had wriggled herself close to Ed at some point in the night, seeking his warmth or sturdiness amid some intangible, disrupting dream. Her head rested near enough to his that every inhale reminded her of his gently-scented shaving cream and bodywash, and it made her reach for his arm so she could pull herself closer.
With a kiss to his shoulder, she sighed. The only barrier that separated her from his skin was his grey T-shirt, pulled and wrinkled and bunched from his movement in the night. She watched his chest rise and fall, backlit against the brightening window.
Ed looked beautiful like this, his normally-tense body peaceful and graced with gentle light that allowed Lorraine’s eyes to flow over the curves of his chest and arms and face. She couldn’t help the way she grinned and rested her forehead against his arm, breathing him in for a moment before kissing the skin below the hem of his sleeve.
Something deep inside her chest ached to love him.
She propped herself up on her elbow and stroked his cheek with her finger, only lasting a second before she leaned in to kiss him there, smiling at the tickle of day-old stubble against her lips.
He finally stirred when she petted her hand over his hair. A twitch in his shoulder and then the flickering of his eyelids, followed by a low sigh from deep in his throat. Lorraine’s kisses persisted as he rose to consciousness. She felt him smile even before she opened her eyes to meet his.
Pretty.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she murmured against the skin of his neck. “How’d you sleep?”
He chuckled in that sleepy way that made her heart flutter. Somehow, he mumbled out, “As if how I slept is anywhere near the biggest thing on your mind.”
She dragged her kisses across his jaw, ending at a warm spot below his ear. “Mm, I can’t help it when you look so handsome.” Inhaling deeply the leftover aroma of shampoo and aftershave on his skin and hair, she added, “And when you smell so good.”
Ed turned his head so he could cup her cheek and take in her face, almost glowing thanks to the eastern window. She smiled at him, the little lines by her eyes crinkling up in that way that made him want to cover her in kisses forever.
“So pretty,” he murmured. He had always been certain that his wife was the closest thing to an angel that existed on earth. Especially in her ivory nightgown like this, her hair falling around her face so that the bronze strands glittered in sunbeams.
She nuzzled into the touch of his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm.
Her kisses didn’t let up, despite his brief attempt to redirect the attention to her. She held his hand to her chest and leaned down to touch her nose to his cheek before kissing the corner of his mouth and then his lips, caressing his forehead.
“Beautiful boy,” she whispered. She let her touch wander from his face down to his chest, flattening her hand on a pectoral muscle and wishing the barrier of his shirt didn’t exist.
Her words and the softness of her voice made him want to weep, but instead he slipped his arms around her and pulled her torso tight against his. She hummed as her kisses dripped from his jaw to his ear.
After chewing on her lip for a second, Lorraine summoned the wakeful conviction to breathe out, “Can I make you feel good?”
The pause that followed made her smile against his skin. She never got tired of the times she could shock him just enough to render him speechless for a moment. It helped that the morning sleepiness still weighed heavy in his breath.
Ed’s alarm clock read 7:23. For a Saturday in June, Judy would sleep hard for another two hours, at least.
Her hands and lips and kisses and breath felt so lovely and her eyes looked exceptionally beautiful when he gazed into them and responded, “Absolutely,” with his wide smile.
She grinned and kissed his lips while climbing carefully overtop of him, straddling his lips, smiling at his sleepy chuckle. His hands came up to cup her face for a moment, wanting to feel the softness of her cheeks on his palms.
“The prettiest girl in the world,” he whispered. He said it because it always made her smile. He had said it to her for years, ever since she was arguably a girl rather than a woman yet, and it still made her smile and blush like she did when he pinned her up against the back wall of theater 3 at the Alamo when they were overwhelmed teenagers.
Even as Ed had been so lucky to watch Lorraine’s body and face change with adulthood and pregnancy and joy and stress and more than twenty years of age since they met, he loved more than ever to remind her that she was always his pretty girl.
His hands slid up under her nightgown to settle on her upper thighs, fingers tightening against her skin when she settled her weight down entirely and the thin covering of her underwear rubbed against him through his shorts. Surely not an accident, with the way she lingered in the little back-and-forth motion of her hips. His body responded gladly to the heat and she kissed his neck, humming in approval of the tangible hardening inside his boxers.
She was in charge for the time being and he knew it, letting her do the things with her hands and tongue on his skin that she knew would make him try to grind his hips up against hers. He missed the warmth hovering over his crotch when she began descending to kiss his chest and stomach. She pushed his shirt up so she could access his skin and pepper kisses down his belly.
He couldn’t help the low sigh that rose from his throat when her palm rubbed over the bulge in his shorts. She rested her temple so cutely on his thigh, little smile on her face, that Ed was sure he would explode already.
The first thing she did after pulling his boxers down was kiss him, just under the head of his dick. She took him in her hand with a few loving caresses of her thumb.
His hands missed touching her skin but quickly found the softness of her hair, stroking it to one side, out of both courteousness for the ease of her movements and so he could watch her. Her tongue dragged a little line from base to tip. If she had been a bit more patient she might have teased him more, but she allowed him the warmth of her mouth quickly.
With his shirt pushed up to his chest, Lorraine dragged her nails gently over his lower belly and her mouth chased her other hand to the base of his cock for a tolerable moment before sliding back up. She watched him as he groaned low and scrunched up his forehead, eyes squeezed shut.
Gaze still on him, she wrapped her lips around just the tip of him and sucked her cheeks in hard.
“Shit!” Ed barely kept himself from shouting it. His hips bucked and his fingers curled tight in her hair in response to the sudden bolt of pleasure.
Lorraine giggled, smiling up at him. He couldn’t help but grin, too, letting his head fall back on the pillow again.
“You’re funny,” he admitted with a chuckle, stroking her head with a hand that she leaned into as her smile softened. Ed listened to her hum before the warmth of her mouth surrounded him again, sucking softly and steadily this time.
Lorraine had grown skilled at this since the first time she had done it. Over twenty years ago, crouched on her knees on the floor of Ed’s Chrysler at the corner of the abandoned supermarket parking lot. Then, she had been messy and shy and had to supplement every movement of her mouth with her hand. It took a few months and many dirty knees before she taught herself to breathe through her nose and squeeze her thumb in her palm.
Now, Ed had to watch her as she pressed little kisses to his cock and convinced herself it was to keep him on edge, and not because of the love that swelled in her chest and threatened to overwhelm her. She took him far back in her mouth, wanting to make him feel good, and rubbed her hands over his hips and thighs when his low panting grew heavier.
Her crotch had found his shin to grind down on, body responding easily to his, tensing and swelling and growing desperate for friction. The dampness of her underwear on his leg and the heat of her mouth made him think of all the things he wanted to do to her after this.
He bit down on his hand to stifle the moan that rose in his chest at the filthy thoughts that filled his mind.
She squeezed her hand around him tight and he was gone, hips bucking no matter how hard he tried to push them down, vocal chords sputtering with suppressed groans. Lorraine had to purr at the release of heat into her mouth.
Through hooded eyes, he watched her smile and swallow and kiss his dick and hips and stomach again. Retracing her trail of love back up his body, she almost fell back into his arms, her lips finding his with a grateful hum.
Ed shivered a little at the taste of himself that she had let linger just enough on her tongue. His hands hungered to feel her skin. He slid her nightgown up her torso so his fingers could drift over her back and hips and ass, resisting the urge to grab her tight and pin her down and cover her in the bruises that often speckled her skin when they left cheap motels after finishing cases.
Their daughter slept through the wall, though, and Lorraine seemed to be in the mood for soft. Soft and gentle with smooth kisses and tiny whimpers when Ed’s fingers found the wet patch on her underwear.
She nestled her face in the crook of his neck and sighed, humming at the touch – a fraction of what her body wanted, but she felt too heavy with the return of her sleepiness to beg.
“I’m the sleepyhead?” Ed teased. He stroked back some of her hair, tucking it behind her ear.
“Mmm, you wanna help wake me back up?” she asked against his skin, her smile evident in her voice.
A deep, involuntarily growl grew out of a satisfied sigh in Ed’s throat and he flipped his weight to lay Lorraine on her back, letting her get comfortable while his mouth found her neck and collarbones. He savored the scent of lavender and baby powder that clung to the collar of her nightgown as his fingers undid the buttons descending her front.
Once she laid bare-chested beneath him, his cool blue eyes wandered over her in appreciation. The morning sun painted her small, round breasts with yellow light and peach shadows and she looked so soft he had to blink away tears for a moment.
She surrendered happily to his touch. To the love that flowed from his fingers and mouth when he held her waist in his big hands and kissed her chest in the way that started with his tongue and ended with his nose drifting against her skin. She brushed her fingertips through his hair. Her back arched toward him when his lips found a sensitive pink nipple to kiss and suck onto his tongue.
Her hips searched for contact with him, anywhere, desperate for touch. After he slid her nightgown off of her entirely, he soothed her with a palm on the front of her underwear, giving her something to grind herself against.
She whimpered, eyebrows furrowed. The noise went straight to Ed’s cock again and he sucked harder at her nipple before descending her body further.
“You sound so pretty,” he murmured against her belly while his hands rid her of her panties.
He gathered her thighs in his arms and he kissed them until he found himself at their apex, nuzzling the wiry chestnut curls there. She watched with her knuckles lazily caressing her own cheek and felt it deep inside when he began his intentional circling of kisses. Around her outer edges and then inward, savoring the slickness that coated his lips.
Slow. She liked him to go slow like this, especially in the mornings when the early sun came in and shone on his hair. She liked when he kissed her so purposefully, calculating what little patch of skin on her pussy would make her squirm and then sigh when he finally landed at her clit.
“So pretty,” he repeated, half-mindless, breath hot. He lapped at her gently and she let her eyes flutter closed, wanting to focus on nothing but the warmth of his tongue and lips on her hyper-sensitive nerves.
He was perfect at this. Even better, he loved doing it, loved indulging in the heat between her thighs as if it was a Eucharistic delight to do so – her body a divinity consecrated for his devoted partaking by love and marriage and years of adoration. The way she did her best to suppress her little moans and settled for grabbing at his hair and the pillowcase under her head filled his heart with both pride and love. He considered himself the luckiest person in the world, that he got to know the joy of feeling Lorraine’s clit throb against his tongue as her cunt grew wet and wetter against his chin.
Knowing he made her feel so good was the best thing in the world.
She expressed it through her characteristic little breathy moans, aware of their daughter still asleep in the next room over, but always wanting to let Ed know somehow that he was doing a good job.
When he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, her eyes blurred out of focus and she was distantly aware of the weak whisper of, “Oh, God, yes, ” that came from her chest.
And when he didn’t let up, her hips rolled against his mouth and she turned to bury her face in Ed’s pillow to muffle the blissful little wail that rose and crested softly in the back of her throat. It was a gentle orgasm, just like he’d wanted it to be, filling her body with shivery pleasure that made her squirm and twitch.
Her chest steadied its pattern of rise-and-fall. Ed soothed her pussy with some regulating kisses before finding balance on his knees to crawl back up, finding spots to kiss and nuzzle that he hadn’t gotten to on his way down.
Smiling as she caught her breath, Lorraine cupped his face in her hands and murmured, “Have I told you lately how excellent you are at that?”
He kissed her and replied, “I certainly don’t mind hearing it again.”
He became suddenly aware of how hard it had made him again to pleasure her. The needy, high-pitched accents of her orgasms – however suppressed they may have been – always unlocked a desperate instinct in his brain. He felt a deep desire to hold her close and make her cling to him, to pull those noises out of her all over again.
As if reading his mind – and she likely was, truthfully – Lorraine buried her face in his neck and whispered, “I want you. Please.”
Her breath on his skin made something lurch deep in him and he kissed her ear in the hopes it might do the same to her. “Inside?”
She wasn’t particularly fantastic at hiding that what could hardly even be considered dirty talk brought pink heat to her cheeks and chest. Ed liked watching her pupils grow wide and desperate, especially if they were matched with an involuntary wiggle of her hips.
Her face wrinkled up with need and she nodded frantically, humming in the affirmative.
“Please.” It came out as more of a whine this time. Her orgasm hadn’t done quite enough to settle the tingling between her legs. The familiar ache inside her could only be satisfied by the joining of their bodies that they found so divine.
Feeling himself throb, Ed shoved his boxers away and guided his cock with his thumb to slide easily inside her. His breath hitched at the constriction of wet heat. He watched from where he knelt over her, chest sparking with possessiveness at the beauty of her lying there for him, her body accepting him with relaxed, stretched muscles and a warm little smile.
Ed helped her settle her legs around his hips. He stroked his hand over her thigh and then up to her hip and belly.
She blinked slowly and reached her hands out to him. “Come here.”
He obeyed, letting his weight down on her, accepting her arms around him. In the movement, he slid deeper into her and she shuddered at the comforting feeling of fullness.
“I wanna feel you,” she sighed, burrowing her fingers into his hair. Nothing else made her feel quite so secure and grounded – sensing nothing but him, inside and around and against her, keeping her stable between his strong body and their warm bed.
Rubbing his thumb over a ripple of stretch marks on her hip, Ed sighed gratefully. She smelled like sleep and sweetness and he laid there in the feeling that was better than anything in the world.
Lorraine dragged her fingertips along his spine and kissed his temple. “Don’t you fall asleep on me, now.”
His throat rumbled with a low chuckle, hearing the smile in her tone. Hiding his own grin in her hair, he arched his back over her before retracting his hips and thrusting back into her sharply. Shockwaves of sudden pleasure shot up and out from the sensitive spot within her.
An alarmed little squeak spilled into Ed’s shoulder, followed by a shaky moan and short fingernails digging into his back. She might have laughed along with him if her mind and body weren’t both so desperate.
Ed covered her cheek in kisses to let her catch her breath before beginning to move steadily. He shut his eyes and let the pulsing tightness of her muscles spark in his skin.
“You feel so good,” he breathed, hot against her ear.
His voice sent shivers straight to Lorraine’s lower belly. Even his slow strokes ended with a snap just sharp enough to make her gasp and press her face tightly into his shoulder. Her legs stayed firm around his waist, a subconscious action to try and keep him deep and close.
She didn’t need to think or move or speak; she knew he would take care of her. He wouldn’t overwhelm her too much or leave her without the grounding of his caresses on her hip and face.
While she kept her glazed eyes barely half-open, Ed watched her. He watched the curls of her hair tumble in increasing chaos around the pillow and he watched her soft breasts sway with his movements. He watched the tendons of her neck tense every few seconds and he kissed her there. He listened to the wet rhythm where their bodies joined, followed melodically by the tiny, suppressed noises she made in response.
“Good girl,” Ed murmured, knowing she liked hearing it. “Such a good girl, you’re doing so well.”
“More,” she whimpered. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, hips trying to rock against his. “Please, it feels so good.”
His hand slid from her cheek down her stomach, thumb finding her clit to rub against just enough.
“Oh, God.” The words came out strangled and Lorraine’s fingers tightened sharply in Ed’s hair. She might have apologized if her mind could focus on anything other than the pleasure building between her legs. Instead, she whined, “That’s so good, honey, just like that.”
Ed took the slight pain of her grip tugging at his scalp and let it send him pistoning into her faster. He chased the same feeling as her, but ensured she didn’t have to do a single thing besides lie there and make her pretty noises as her body became increasingly boneless.
He knew she was close because she went quiet, clinging, nose scrunching up while her lower lip trembled with each shaky breath. She curled into him and let herself be overwhelmed. By the throbbing between her legs, inside and outside, by the heat of Ed’s kisses to her neck and face, by the rhythmic sliding of his cock against that desperate patch of muscle that begged for friction. Ed gave it to her, with his hips endlessly seeking her heat and his hands everywhere on her in all the right ways.
His thumb had stilled on her clit amid his focus on everything else, but the pressure alone was plenty. Enough to light her nerves on fire and set her head on a blank, mindless loop of yes yes yes oh God oh God oh God please please please don’t stop.
Tiny tears glistened at the corners of her tightly-shut eyes. Her lip quivered with the energy she couldn’t release through sound. Her hands gripped at his back and shoulders, relying on his strong body for support as his hips accelerated desperately.
She barely got out a breathless little, “Please,” against his neck before surrendering, letting the cresting pleasure between her thighs break and claim her entirely. A strangled, throaty moan muffled itself just beneath Ed’s jaw.
Echoing somewhere beyond the white-hot bliss consuming every sense was the low rumble of Ed’s voice. Against her cheek, softly chanting, “So good, baby, you feel so good.”
The peak of her orgasm let her down just in time for her to feel his breath on her ear as his hips crashed into hers just a few more times and he groaned, low and hot. She held him tight as the seeping of his comforting heat soothed her twitching inner muscles.
Lorraine kissed him between gasps for air, panting overwhelmed little hiccups of “I love you, I love you, I love you so much.”
They caught their breath against each other’s lips.
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In her floating of half-consciousness, Lorraine felt Ed’s weight shift off of her, leaving her skin cold and making her whine. He soothed her with kisses to her forehead as he cleaned her gently, cautious of her still-sensitive skin and nerves.
Her eyes flickered open when he stroked his finger over her cheek. He leaned over the bed, apparently having managed to untangle his boxers from the sheets, though he hadn’t prioritized replacing his shirt.
She smiled at him, stretching her arms above her head with a little noise in the back of her throat.
“I’ll get some breakfast going,” he said. “Anything you want?”
She pouted a little, wrapping her hands protectively around his. “I want you to stay in bed with me,” she protested. All she wanted was to laze with him, let the bed reclaim their spent bodies as they held each other. “Just five more minutes?”
Rolling his eyes with a smile, Ed pecked her lips and murmured, “You mean until Judy comes begging for pancakes in an hour?”
“Mmm, precisely.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.
He softened and sighed dramatically. The core of him couldn’t resist his inherent desire to be near her.
“Alright, honey. You win.”
But then he settled in her arms, body fitting perfectly against hers in the warm sheets, feeling her fingers stroking through his hair while a happy hum rattled in her chest – and he knew who had really won.
He smiled gratefully against her skin as she drifted back to sleep.