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It’d been a long day—for both of you in fact. You'd been laying on the couch with an arm draped over your eyes. you nearly fall asleep like that with how quiet the rest of the house was, but ever since you’ve gotten married your body has conditioned itself to only sleep when you’re all cuddled up in your husband’s strong arms.
so, you’re in this weird state where you’re bordering sleep but also not comfortable enough to sleep. arkha was quick to notice this—like he does most things—and smiles at the thought while also trying to get home on time so you can get your much needed rest. and tonight was no different.
8:20 pm. that's the time he usually comes home, but it'd been an hour since then. you almost worry—almost. it when the door of your shared home immediately opens just as the thought occupies your mind.
your husband's towering frame crossing the threshold of the front door, squashing any worries that'd been developing. "sorry i'm so late, sweetheart." his voice rich and oh so soft on your ears when you lift your arm from its place on your face, peering over at him with a warmness he could never get tired of seeing.
with an airy chuckle and a soft smile, you shrug. "it's alright. just glad you're here," you trail as you slide off the couch, sashaying across the tiled flooring as he shut the door behind him and toed off his shoes, your hands finally finding their place—one on his shoulder, the other resting on his chest. "in one piece." you sigh out, grateful.
his burly hands delicately grasp onto your hips, slipping under the baggy shirt to thumb over the skin tenderly as he gazes down at you with such sentimentality that—if possible—you'd be able to hear it. hear the way his iron tinted eyes remained utterly enthralled by all that is you, hypnotized by the mere sight of you and your raw beauty.
his lips meet the skin of your forehead, lightly grazing your eyelids and cheeks before properly capturing you lips in his plush ones. "missed you." he whispers against your lips, hands gently sliding up from your hips to your waist, kneading at you as he feeds on the sweetness of your mouth.
he moves with no real urgency, only slow, intoxicatingly honeyed movements against your lips—savoring each second he has with you. when the kiss finally ceases, it's just as sweet—just as slow. pulling away from your beautifully swollen lips as if he was tempted to ensnare them once more, but settles for leaving a quick, gentle peck on the corner of your lips, letting your noses brush up against one another before meeting your eyes once again.
his smile—looks like home in your eyes—is earnest as he drinks in the sight of you again. "i don't wanna keep you from your beauty sleep for too long, sugar." he snickers, nodding towards your bedroom down the hall as his hand feels at where your hip and waist connect, again. "let's get you to bed?" he hums, moving to walk to bed with you by his side, but your feet remain planted to the floor as you peer at him with furrowed brows.
"what's that look for?" he bites back a laugh. he knows what that look is for, but he wants you to confirm his conclusion. "we hardly have time together like this, arkha." you whine. "and we're just gonna go to bed?" the pout that adorns your lips is ridiculously cute, he can't help the laugh that leaves his throat as he moves closer to you once more. "then what is it you need, my love?" he coos.
had you been anyone else you would've thought the smile that creeped on his lips was pure adoration—and well, it is—but you catch the glimmer of self-satisfactory in his eyes and with an exasperated huff, you begrudgingly murmur. "want you to fuck me..." you trail, gaze focused on anything but him.
his large footsteps are just hushed thuds against the floor as he moves closer to you. gingerly, he cups and guides your face with a soft hand so you're properly facing his, eyes lagging behind before finally meeting his. "how 'bout i make love to you instead?" the lilt of his voice was dulcet, silken upon your ears alongside the tender smile that never seems to leave his face when he's with you—it's too much, he must be trying to kill you.
you merely nod and utter out a meager, "i'd like that" as your eyes waver, struggling to hold his out of sheepishness. though, before you know it, your feet are off the ground. he hoists you into his sturdily built arms in one scoop—as if you weighed nothing and well, to him you probably did. you can't contain the small yelp that slips from your lips at the sudden action, arms rushing to wrap around his neck.
the walk to your shared chamber is quick, but silent—though the silence is warm, filled with a fondness that only the two of you have grown used to. you couldn't wish for anything more. arkha lays you delicately upon the mattress, one of his hands providing him support as he leans over you, his other hand sliding from beneath you to latch onto your waist, soothingly rubbing at the skin as his lips capture yours in another enchanting kiss. you can taste a hint of something sweet when your tongues mingle with one another, smiling at the nicety—shuddering further into his benign grasp as his fingers creep lower, soothing at the moist warmth through the lace of your panties.
you shy away from his soft, wet lips—covered in a thin sheen of your shared saliva—with a shaky breath as he applied just enough pressure to get your body reeling further into his touch as he massaged your tender bud in a circular motion. his eyes flutter open, drinking in the sight of you attempting to cover your mouth in hopes to subdue your already hushed mewls, eyes refusing to meet his incessantly loving gaze that's complimented by a soft smile, all the while your body practically begs him for more without uttering a word.
his motions pause, snapping you out of your pleasure-drunken haze with a soft whine. before you can huff out a protest, he takes your hand in his—kissing at the lines on your palm and the ring adorning your finger, trailing upwards till his plush lips caressed your shoulder. silver orbs gaze up at you through his lashes. "please don't hide from me, sugar." his voice a mere sigh masking the whine threatening to escape his maw. the hand he'd once held yours with was now running over the skin of your arm, while his other hand crept past the barrier of your panties.
"you wanted me to make love to you, right?" the mattress dips under you both as he kneels in between your legs, breath hot against your neck, fingers ghostly in their touches on your slick folds. "so, let me." thick fingers dip into your velvety center, eliciting a choked out noise from you. "let me hear how good i make my gorgeous wife feel." he licks at your neck, sending a chill down your spine as he goes over the pulse point before suckling on the skin—never using teeth as he decorates your skin in his adoration for you.
the little gasps that flux into poorly restrained whimpers seep past your trembling lips like the purest of water as his fingers—while gentle and lovingly slow—remain relentless in their curt prods at your cervix and sweet caresses along your walls, searching for that spot that always gets you awry; body shuddering as tears bubble at your waterline.
his kisses slip farther; lower. airy pecks left upon your malleable mounds before he catches a nipple in his mouth—licking, sucking, and softly nibbling on the bud as his fingers persist in their unhurried abuse on your cunt, vulgar squelches echo through the room as your arousal soaks his digits and leaks onto the bed through your utterly drenched panties while he shifts his attention to the other nipple.
he catches onto the way your pussy flutters around him, picking up the pace just enough to urge you closer to your imminent release, licking a fat, wet stripe along the expanse of your middle and stomach, stopping at your waistline to suckle on the skin till it bruised.
he groans with you as you mewl out how close you are, his throaty groan is a pleasant hum on you skin—the vibrations spread throughout your lower half as the tip of his fingers graze one of your walls. you jolt up at the overwhelming sensation, lips part to cry out in ecstasy but nothing comes out—only a short, sharp inhale—and that's when he hums with a hint of triumph hidden behind satiation. he'd found it; the spot that rendered you a blubbering mess in his arms.
he focuses on that sole spot, relishing in your whiney sobs as you weakly grab at his shoulders—the knot forming in your abdomen, was now on the verge of snapping with each 'come hither' motion against your walls. gasps tear from within your lungs, rushing to be heard as you whimper out a, "cumming—'m cummingg!" and with one final caress, it snaps.
the room is silent for a split second; air is forced out from your lungs in the form of a muted cry as your orgasm washed over you—shattering you as your body tremored as it wracked through you. it's dizzying. though, when your bleary eyes catch his soft, encouraging orbs gaze up at you from in between your legs, tears cloud your vision further.
arkha's kisses on your thigh are grounding as he whispers a low, reassuring "you're alright" against the skin, slowly unsheathing his fingers from inside of you. it eases you as your high ebbs, tears still fall from their place on your waterline, but arkha's quick to wipe them away with a gentle thumb before he kisses the dampened streaks the tears left in their wake—kisses that trail up to the soft skin of your lids then down to the tip of your nose before capturing your lips in another one of his deliriously sweet kisses.
his forehead rests against yours as your lips part with a wet pop, allowing you to relax into him. "how're you feeling, sweetheart? you think you can handle a little more, or is that enough for tonight?" he purrs and you whine—still yearning as you tug at his shirt. "more" is all you utter out, breathlessly.
pupils blown wide with a hunger he nearly doubts he can satisfy, but when traces the damp pattern of you lace panties, he huffs out a chuckle before peeling the material off of your frame and later stripping you of your shirt too. he slips back between the warmness of your thighs, leaving sloppy, mind-numbingly tender kisses in his wake, shifting to kiss at the crevice where your thigh and waist connect prior to licking at your clit—peering up at you with those sultry, gray eyes through heavy lids as he rips a breathy whimper from you as your back arches, just a bit.
he always looks so...ethereal when he revels in the taste of your honey-sweet core, shamelessly slurping up the juices that ooze salaciously from you as his tongue seeps lower, filthily scraping against your plush walls as he flutters his eyelids shut. "mmghah" you whimper as you arch further into his lips, hands pawing pathetically at the sheets before clawing at the pillow beneath you, slamming your head back into the soft cushion as your body twitched with each wet suck he'd give your throbbing clit before going back to exploring your cunt with his tongue. fuuckk, you can't even look at him as he indulges in you, and the lewd slurps and guttural groans against your core make it worse.
you just came and you already feel the tingly knot forming once again. your thighs quiver as they attempt to close, but strong hands halt their movements, pushing them up against your tummy. purposefully nudging your clit with his nose as he practically makes out with your cunt. you're reduced to nothing but a whiney gasping mess as you near your second orgasm. you feel the waves teeter closer, closer, and closer. the feeling is constant now but not quite crashing yet, though arkha knows this—because of course he does—and he keeps your there, savoring the way your cunt flutters around his tongue and the way your body faintly convulses as it anticipates the feeling.
"mnhh—sooo closee," you whine, nearly sobbing as your drawled each word and that sweet plea is all he need to hear before he caves, upping the intensity at which his tongue and mouth had been sucking and caressing your walls and clit until you finally feel that blood-rushing release. thighs straining against his hands, longing to shut as the glorious wave rushes through you with a sweet cry clawing its way out of from your lips. the spasms persist until you've fully rode out your orgasm—the orgasm that he drinks up like a nectar, his lifeline. he only parts from your pretty pussy when he's drained your fountain of all it can handle.
lifting from his place between your thighs as he licks his lips, swiping the remainder of your slick with the back of his hand before lapping it up, his eyes glance at your before flickering back to your glistening core—allured. he basically tears his clothes off of him, aching cock begging to be freed evident by the wet spot tainting his boxers. he finally unveils his member as it slaps against his abdomen, throbbing for your comforting warmth.
hands gingerly pry your thighs apart, he lets his cock glide through your sopping folds—humming when the head of his cock snags your clit. you hiccup, body tensing with each teasing jag his cock tormented you with. "hngh—please, arkha" you keen, legs constricting his lower-half between you—urging him, and he nearly prolongs his taunting but your wobbly pout followed by the glassy sheen over your eyes causes him to fold. he croons out a, "y'know i can't say no to that look." grabbing his aching shaft and giving it a few languid strokes using the slick he'd gathered on his cock and some spit.
his muscular frame further parting the sea—that is your thighs, plush skin warming his waist all while his cock seeped past your petal-soft folds. a moan oozes from you at the sensation of his thick cock spreading your walls apart far more than his finger and tongue combined. it'd be overwhelming had he not treated you as delicately as a flower; cupping the side of your face with a stray hand, thumbing at the apple of your cheek and the corner of your lips to soothe you a bit as he sunk deeper into you.
cooing sweet praises for "taking me so well" through wavering grunts that shifts into needy groans that tangles themselves in your overstimulated mewls. his eyes screwed shut as he tries not to lose himself in your throbbing cunt, but the warmth and lusciousness of your walls make him yearn for more as his cock aches snuggly within you. and the way you lift your hips off the mattress just enough to grind into him—it's so carnal.
that's when he moves; gyrating his hips in slow, insistent circles, his neatly kept pubes fricative against your clit, eliciting raw, pathetically wet moans from you. clawing and grabbing at his broad shoulders, trailing to his back that flexed under your touch with each fervid undulation of his hips. his breath—ragged, moist and warm—against the soft flesh of your neck as he buries his face in its crook, whimpering into you as he littered kisses along the junction of your neck and collarbone.
your cunt clenching around his cock, practically sucking him in with each draw back of his hips and gods, does it feel amazing. he's miss the way his hips fit perfectly into your with each gentle prod his cock gave your cervix—rushing the breath from your lungs as they take the form of silent cries. his torso taut against yours—chest squished against his and you can feel the twitch of his stomach against your with every shallow breath he took. his hand that'd been perched at your hip was now harshly squeezing at it as you felt the way his cock throbbed with each glide.
if this had been your first time he'd be embarrassed at how quickly he'd been approaching his orgasm, but it's not. though, his time away from you and the lack of free time is partially to blame. it's not like he cares, he just wants to please his lovely wife. so when his other hand clasps onto your hip—sure to bruise later—he leans back; straightened back as he lifts your hips to accommodate for the change, sweat beads trickle down the side of his face as he pants, his thrusts coming to a still as he scans your face, ensuring you're alright before he returns to mercilessly plowing into you.
whines escape him as his thrusts turn sloppy, nearing his high while your mouth hangs open, sounds never passing your pretty lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head, hands clawing at his defined abdomen and chest before flinching back to grab at the sheets. your orgasm hits you in a blinding burst, your body stiffening as it overtakes you and drowns you in a dizzying rush. choppy squeaks of whines struggle to leave your throat before your body jolts back to life and convulses, ragged sobs pouring out instead as your cunt clenches around his cock.
his movements stall at the kneading of your pussy on his shaft. his breath is harsh, uneven as sonorous moans commingle with them bleeding past his lips. his cock pulsates as he empties himself within you, spurting load, after load, after load. coating your walls in a milky liquid with each grind, convulsing against her as he cried out your name. with a few more shallow thrusts, his high ebbs and he almost slips out from your molten core until you feebly grab at his waist, mumbling about how you "don't want to waste it" in a raspy voice.
he listens, smiling softly before resting some of his body weigh on you, leaving butterfly kisses along your neck as he whispers: "i love you." the statement is drenched in the raw tenderness that he can never mask when he's with you, it almost makes you cry as you coo the sentence back at him, fondly cupping his face in your hand.