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Lorraine was alone in the bedroom when she awoke from the nap that she hadn’t intended to take up the entire afternoon. Her body and head had felt so heavy after getting home that morning. She looked around the room for Ed, eyelashes flitting against her pillowcase. He had left on the lamp in the corner for her and her current favorite nightgown folded, clean, on his side of the bed.
She smiled, despite her floating heart in the dense space of her chest. Sitting up, she stripped off her blouse and bra and wriggled her slacks and underwear off of her ankles. Her tight socks left indentations in the skin of her lower calves, sore.
It was nearly 8 o’clock. Lorraine probably should have felt hungry but she didn’t, head already too full of every residual thought and worry from the weekend. Instead, she slipped on her nightgown and stood on half-numb legs to head to the bathroom to get herself ready for proper sleep.
The case they had worked on lasted barely two days – the young couple encountering chaos in their home were haunted by psychological disturbance, not supernatural. Lorraine insisted upon trying to help for as long as could possibly be reasonable on the Church’s dime. It struck her to her core when there wasn’t anything she could do, but Ed reminded her that she was a psychic, not a psychiatrist, and even her transcendent abilities have their limits.
She let him bring her home. In turn, he let her rest for as long as she needed.
Lorraine prayed that washing her face and playing with her sweet-smelling lotions and creams would help her feel less like her insides were chewing themselves up with teeth made of TV static. She focused on each cool touch against her cheeks and forehead. She exhaled deeply through her lips every time her stomach lurched with odd guilt and sadness.
She didn’t realize Ed had returned to the bedroom until his voice swam distantly in the space around her head. Jerking around, she found him in the doorway behind her, already half-stripped. He must have been ready to turn in early, too.
“You okay?” he asked again. He was smiling his cute, default half-smile – an adorable contrast to his bare upper body and the way he removed his belt, visible veins in his forearms flexing.
Lorraine nodded and tried to hum an affirmative. Something in her throat thickened, though, and it came out sounding closer to a sob as she fiddled with the peeling sticker on the lid of her moisturizer. Immediately, she felt worse, knowing he would worry now.
She saw him tilt his head in her periphery. All he did was step up close behind her, a bit to her side, and set his hands on her waist. He didn’t insist on any expectant eye contact; he only kissed the side of her head and rested his cheek there.
He was warm. Lorraine rinsed her hands off in the sink, stalling for a few moments, mind suddenly focusing on the warm, smooth presence of his skin against her arm.
Finally, she took a breath. “Sorry,” she murmured. Her heart quivered. “I don’t know why this case put me so on-edge.”
“It’s okay. I don’t blame you.” Ed’s big hands spanned the width of her back and stomach. So safe, her mind said. “You did the best you could and more, hon. You always amaze me.”
Lorraine swallowed another lump in her throat. She sniffled and ran her hand under her nose.
Ed tucked her hair behind her ear and tapped his finger on the mirror, making her look up, insisting she hold her attention there.
“That’s the face of an angel, honey. An angel who only ever wants to help everyone in the world.” He touched his nose to her cheek and then kissed her there. “My wonderful girl.”
Lorraine couldn’t help but smile, even if it trembled a little. She leaned back on him and touched the side of his head.
“You know I’m right,” he said. “I’m never wrong, remember?”
“No, never.” She let him make her laugh for long enough. The burning in her eyes remained and he saw it, holding her through it.
Even in her sadness, she had to thank God for her husband and his attentiveness. He had never lost that boyish goofiness that she loved so much, since the first day she met him. That very first night, he had wrapped that sweetness around her and never once rescinded it. Even when she had fought tooth and nail to tear it away, certain that she didn’t deserve it, he had insisted on it so gently from whatever distance she needed.
She maintained the same for him, evident in the fading scar shining down the center of his chest that she refused to let him hide.
She leaned her temple against his lips, searching instinctively for another kiss. “I’m alright. I just – My mind is so full. I feel so wired. Like my head is so focused, and – and sharp. I just want it to all quiet down.”
“Can I help?” Ed rubbed his hand from her lower belly up to her sternum.
He either knew exactly what he was doing or, very innocently, had no clue at all.
Judging by the respectful wrinkle beside his eyes, Lorraine knew it was the former. He was just too respectful to make a move on her when she wasn’t feeling her best.
She turned her head to gaze at him, close, nose brushing against his. “Mm-hmm.” She kissed the corner of his mouth. “I’d like that.”
The sex she had in mind was the kind that relied entirely on her craving for him. The kind where she begged, grabbed, ached for him, and he provided, out of the magnitudes of love that there were no words for in the world.
She kissed him hot and wet with breath and tongue right away because it was the only thing that felt right to do. His hands around her waist tightened. His body, pressed on her and holding her with such strength and size overwhelmed her in such a deliciously adoring way.
She held his face and neck as if she couldn’t get him close enough and whimpered in a tone that sounded very unlike her, but only empowered Ed to surround her all the more.
He kissed away from her lips, across her cheek, and her breath hitched with her hands grabbing at his bare chest.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered in her ear, words sandwiched between the contact of his open mouth against her skin. “Whatever you want, honey.”
Lorraine’s nerves struggled to make sense of his presence against her, his sheer power and muscle and ability, and she simply clung to him. “I don’t wanna think,” she said. “I want – I want my mind empty. I want you, you – all over me. Inside me. I feel so safe with you. Please.”
His grip on her tightened at the sound of her voice uttering the words. She knew that the control she offered to him sparked in a primal corner of his brain the same way it did to her – she could feel it in the growth in his boxers, warm against her. Knowing how safe she felt surrendering herself to him made him determined to make her feel as good as they both knew he could.
He was dominant in a way that was carnal and raw because she wanted him to be. Her words begged him for it as much as her body did. And her body, undeniably, did.
She relished her smallness when his strength was the compliment to it. Her arousal gave permission to his. The way she dissolved under his touch and whined for him through clenched teeth allowed him to do all the wonderful things to her that she ached for so badly.
Ed squeezed her close. He let her kiss his thumb to keep her occupied while he murmured, “I’ll take good care of you, Lorraine. I promise.”
She looked at him with big eyes, already glazed and going spacey with the way he talked to her. He let her take his thumb in her mouth for just a moment before kissing her again and circling her nipple with her saliva, wetting it through the thin fabric of her nightgown. His touch was feather-light. Perfect for setting her nerves on fire.
He persisted with more and more pressure until her little gasps turned to guttural, shaking groans. Firmly, he closed his big hand around the soft swell of her breast and squeezed. She jerked.
Holding tight to her, he kissed down her neck and collarbone and soothed her nipple with too-gentle probing of his lips and tongue. The diffused sensation through the muslin made her head swim with exploding need. Her fingertips dug into the back of his head.
Ed reached for the bathmat and knelt on it. Her body smelled of warmth and lavender and the instincts in his brain urged him to kiss and bite and grab as much of her as he could. Lorraine watched him from above, steadying herself with one hand on the countertop. The other urged him on. Oxytocin sent sparks down her core and limbs and made her fingers grip at his hair, knowing it would get him closer to her pussy faster.
Eyelids flickering, she felt it in her hyper-sensitive nerves as he gathered her skirt up in his hands and pinned it at her waist. The coolness against her skin disappeared, replaced with Ed’s open mouth blessing her with breath and kisses. He kissed her belly and hips and upper thighs and buried his nose in her curls, breathing her in, hands squeezing her hips.
“God,” she heard him breathe. She knew it was the sound of his mind short-circuiting, his erection beginning to strain against the front of his shorts. It sent a burning jolt right to the spot he was teasing at with his breath. Fingers flexing in his hair, Lorraine felt her flesh swell and ache.
Ed held her waist to keep her steady and brought his other hand back up to her breast to pinch her nipple between his thumb and the side of his knuckle. His tongue slipped between her folds and found her clit with the expert precision of a devoted husband who had done this thousands of times over almost three decades. The swollen nerves throbbed against his mouth and they moaned in tandem. He played with her like that, gently stroking her with tiny licks and kisses and she panted as slickness seeped, pulsing, from the neglected aching a few inches inside of her.
When she felt his entire mouth, impossibly hot against her, her throat jumped with a tiny whimper. This divine interaction symbiotically delighted them both – her taste and her noises made him grip her thigh and her breast tighter as his own body’s need for her grew and grew. Lorraine shakily set her hand over his on her chest and her tensed forearm pressed his head constantly against her.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped when he licked broadly over her cunt and began suckling so tenderly at her clit that she bit down on her finger. She scrunched up her nose and made a deep keening sound. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop, don’t –”
Ed let her grind her hips rhythmically towards his mouth. She moved in tempo with the pulses of his tongue and lips around her clit.
Wet heat dribbled down his chin and he looked up at her attentively as her mouth fell open, eyes hooded. She moaned low and loud at first before her voice pitched up, stuttering, body jerking with her instinctual pursuit of more and more and more.
Any possibility of her arousal tapping out after her orgasm vanished when her vision refocused and she saw him kneeling in front of her, hungrily licking every drop of fluid from her core and thighs. His boxers were tented and darkened with a little spot of precum. It was a testament to his intense focus on her that he hadn’t given in and started touching himself, too.
Her knees were weak and he stood to embrace her again. He kissed her deeply, pressing her back against the counter.
“You want more?” He stroked her cheek, chuckling a little when she reached for the front of his shorts.
“Mm-hmm.” She tucked her head against his chest. His presence with her like this felt so safe that she could weep. She needed him, all of him, around her and inside her and caring for her.
Ed rocked her in his arms for a moment, sweetly kissing her cheek, before he held her waist and turned her around so he was holding her from behind like before. He teased her with his cock pressing up against her butt. Nuzzling her neck, he groped at her tits again.
“I’ll take care of you, honey,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you. My pretty girl.”
When she was so worn out, emotionally exhausted from any of the number of things that did so to her, the best medicine was anything that made her head go fuzzy. When Ed held her, touched her, talked to her in such a way that relieved her of all the sharp heaviness in her psyche. It didn’t have to be like this – he was an expert at giving her the sweet hugs and cuddles that offered the same result with less mess – but his tenderly dominant words and skilled physicality made her mind feel blissfully hazy and warm. Desperate, with only one desire.
And he was so perfect at taking care of her in such a state.
Lorraine felt a delighted little smile twitch on her cheeks when the barriers between their bodies disappeared and the tip of his cock just began to stretch her open. Ed kissed her jaw and whispered tiny praises into her hair. His body, big and strong enough to surround her, held her with heart-wrenching, simultaneous gentleness and rigidity.
He pressed his length as deep inside her as he could at this angle. She grasped at his arm and at the countertop and panted. Her arousal had her so swollen that she felt impossibly tight around him, the hungry walls of her cunt burning with the pleasure of his cock stretching her nerves, delighting them.
“You’re wonderful,” he murmured in her ear, letting her adjust. His hands were wonderfully all over her, on her chest, between her legs under her skirt. His fingers rubbed at the wet flesh stretched around him. “You’re so soft, so perfect. Pretty pussy… perfect for my pretty girl.”
She clung to him to stay upright. She could barely think with the way he was handling her – precisely what she wanted.
Gazing at her in the mirror, he played with her hair and her nipples and sighed, “Look at you. So beautiful. You’re so beautiful, honey.”
Lorraine responded with needy whines. She gasped as he leaned over her enough to push just that much deeper inside her, watching her pretty hands gripping the counter beside the sink. He moved in and out of her slowly at first, letting her body get used to him after such a tense few days.
She loved that she could relax and know he would hold her up. The lifting he had been doing the last few years only made her all the more desperate for her husband’s body and the way he could hold her, carry her, make her feel so cared for. Plenty of things in their lives shrunk her down and drowned her in feelings of tiny helplessness, but he only ever used his strength to keep her safe. She was an angel worthy of everything she asked for – even when she begged him to pin her beneath him and make her see stars.
When the image crossed her mind, Lorraine reached for Ed’s hand and whimpered to get his attention. Her knees were unsteady, ankles unreliable over the bathroom tile. She needed even more of him.
“Take me to bed,” she barely squeaked between flashes of pleasure. “Please –”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes. Just –” She clenched her teeth. “Just like this, but – but I need – to lie down.”
He kissed her cheek. He slipped out of her and so carefully scooped her up to carry her to the bedroom, having half the mind to grab a towel off of the rack. All while holding her, he stripped away the bedspread and then bundled Lorraine’s nightgown up in his hands to pull it off over her head. With her like that in his lap, back still to him, he kissed her and nuzzled his knuckle in the slippery folds between her legs.
She had begged him to take control of her. He would never deny her of something she wanted so badly.
Keeping her occupied with fingers at her tits, Ed pulled a pillow over in front of her and covered it with the towel from the bathroom. With one hand buried in her hair and the other spread across her sternum, he pressed himself overtop of her on the bed, her hips elevated on the pillow and his chest hovering over her back.
He brought his hands down her waist to her hips. He rubbed over her ass.
In her ear, he whispered, “Is this good, hon?”
She swallowed and nodded, back arching, needy.
“Tell me, Lorraine. Can you tell me?”
The scorching hot ways that he ensured her comfort never failed to make her melt – coincidentally, making it even harder for her to use her words. The fuzziness of her mind when he treated her like this made verbal responses nearly impossible without concerted effort.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes. It’s – It’s good.” Her hands flexed in the sheets, balling up handfuls in her fists over and over. “It’s so good.”
“Good girl.” Ed stroked her hair away from her face and kissed her softly, a stark contrast to his rough hands on her hips. “Very good girl for me.”
She tensed and whimpered, feeling cold without him inside her.
“Shhh,” Ed soothed her. “Are you my good girl?”
“Mm-hmm.” Lorraine nodded frantically. Her insides ached sharply, clenching around nothing.
He stroked his hand over her trembling ass and thigh. He massaged his thumbs down the muscles of her mid-back. So softly in her ear that she thought she would dissolve entirely, he whispered, “Tell me, baby.”
“I’m –” She reached for his hand, on the bedsheet in front of her face, and clutched it tightly. “I’m your good girl.”
He kissed her temple and she could feel his smile in it. “That’s it. Sweet girl.”
He repositioned and aligned his cock at her entrance, giving barely any touch of warning before pressing swiftly and entirely into her. She yelped, tensed, and slackened with the sharp pleasure.
The angle was almost too perfect. Each thrust down into her zeroed in directly on her g-spot, in turn jerking her hips down onto the pillow beneath her where her clit strained for delicious friction against the towel – already slippery. The position allowed her to feel him buried deep in her lower belly and she felt so staggeringly full that there was no space for any other thought or sensation.
Ed lifted himself up to sit back on his heels so he could grip her hips and rock into her, rhythmic, hard. Braced on her forearms, gripping the sheets, Lorraine moaned in harmony with the sticky smacks of his cock sliding through her soaked folds over and over and over.
For as long as her melting thoughts could manage, Lorraine channeled herself through his touch and into his head. There, she could see his perspective of her shaking form – head down, arms asymmetrically reaching for handfuls of linen, ass up at an angle that allowed him a view of her pussy, perfect for maintaining his precise trajectory.
A filthy noise dripped from her lips and pooled atop the mattress. Her eyelids wavered, mind disintegrated wonderfully into a warm haze that couldn’t possibly think about a single thing but the igniting of her nerves. The wet volume of the towel rubbing on her clit, her nipples rolling against the bed beneath her, the subtle ridges of her husband’s cock ravishing the needy flesh inside her body which only he knew. He melted her so much that she couldn’t even be aware of the sheer dynamic of moans tearing through her teeth.
Tiny teardrops swelled at the corners of her eyes, products of the divine pleasure rattling from her core. Ed petted a hand over her hair and then he was overtop of her again.
“You okay, honey?” he asked, nose buried in the wispy curls at her hairline.
Her entire body trembled just thinking about everything that was far better than just okay about what he was doing to her.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes.” She mewled on a rough, high loop. Please don’t stop, oh God, don’t stop, it feels so good, it’s so good, it’s so good.
She felt it as he throbbed inside her and heard his low, raspy growl that indicated her sounds and constriction around him had him aching somewhere deep inside, too.
“I’m right here, baby girl.” Ed worked the fingers of one hand into Lorraine’s hair and reached to hold her hand with the other. He accelerated, making her eyes go wide for a moment and her mouth fall open. “I’ve got you. I love you. I love you.”
Ed’s gentle but commanding grip on her and dominating presence inside her made her feel like he was filling her up entirely, banishing anything unwelcome out of her mind and body and soul. He covered and surrounded and stretched her every second. She felt his strong stomach and chest on her back and heard his ragged, pleasured breath in her ear. Between her legs, her clit frantically rode the towel and pillow, surely putting on a very messy show of pure desperation.
Her soul wept through her eyes and moaned thickly through her mouth at the relief that only he could bring her.
Please, please, please, she begged, somewhere in the dissolved senselessness in her head. I need I need I need, please please please I wanna come I wanna come please please please please.
Immediately, Ed’s knees widened to keep hers apart. One hand dragged up her arm and burrowed beneath her to cup and grip her breast, squeezing her nipple again between his fingers. He tightened his hold in her hair, holding her head at the right angle to keep his breath hot on her neck and his groans hot in her ear.
“Good girl, good girl, so good for me, I love you, so pretty, my pretty girl, I love you so much.”
Lorraine could think of nothing else but his body pumping all the pleasure in the entire world into hers. Unearthing it from dormancy, quaking it to her surface, letting it bloom in her core and around every edge of her being. She must have been screaming, mouth agape against the mattress, eyes glazed. Heat coated her thighs and she heard the way that Ed swore, sharply aroused past the point of no return.
Her rough, low wail pierced through as she regained lucidness in one of the final few jerks of her orgasm. She was grabbing at Ed’s flexing forearm. His cock was submerged in the product of her pleasure and he drove into her, two, three, four more times, harder each time. In her state, she could barely tell the difference between his humid moans in her ear and the hot, flowing stickiness that seeped deep into every hungry part of her.
Lorraine reached back, panting, to hold onto his head as he finished groaning. As soon as she could summon the bodily control, she lifted her chin enough to pull his mouth to hers and kiss him through their recovery.
He still held her so tightly.
“Ed,” she breathed. “Oh, honey.”
“I love you so much.” It seemed to be the only thing he could say. Almost as if he could cry, thankful beyond all belief for her and the fact that he could do anything that made her feel good. He kissed her face until he went soft and carefully slipped out of her.
Lorraine tilted herself half onto her back. She gained a sense of the number he had done on her, evident in the soaked bath towel under her legs and the shine of her inner thighs.
She smiled wide. She held his face in her hands and brought him back down to kiss her.
Smiling his big, goofy smile, Ed teased, “Pretty good, huh?”
Lorraine laughed. “Wonderful.” She touched their cheeks together, breathing in his shampoo. “You’re wonderful. You’re so good to me. Thank you. Thank you.”
He laid on his side and pulled her close to him so she could tuck her head under his chin and cling to his torso.
“You’re wonderful, Lorraine. So wonderful. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
Fresh tears prickling in her eyes, Lorraine kissed his chest and then his collarbone and then his lips, tears glistening with adoring relief this time. Sex done and over with, she still felt so warm with him.
They kissed until she started to feel sleepy. As soon as she set her head back on the pillow, he worked his arm under her legs. She grunted a whiny protest.
“You can sleep as soon as I’ve gotten you cleaned up,” he insisted. “You’re a mess.”
Into his neck as he carried her back to the bathroom, she huffed. “Not my fault.”
“Oh, really.” He set her in the tub for the briefest of warm rinses. “Might I remind the lady that she did, in fact, beg.”
Lorraine’s lips curled in a mischievous little smile as he turned on the tap, soothing her twitching muscles with warmth. “Also not my fault.” She touched her finger to a respectable pectoral on his bare chest, sleepily raising an eyebrow. “I plead that you enticed me.”
Ed leaned in to kiss her cheek, feeling so overwhelmed with the fondness he felt for her that he couldn’t possibly argue.
“Guilty as charged.”
Lorraine must have drifted off in the warm water, because the next thing to meet her senses was Ed’s gentle touch toweling her off in the tub and then lifting her through space, back into their bed. She sighed and curled up tight. Unconsciously, she kicked her bare legs lazily in the cool sheets.
When she felt his weight settle beside her, she barely had to reach out for him to immediately work his arms around her. He kissed her head while she squirmed to get comfortable, clinging to him. He whispered something gentle that only her soul was awake enough to hear. Her muscles softened against his. Her head was calm.