Free I Take Thee by Red Garnier

forward, his lips locked around a quivering nipple, his tongue swiping across the rigid pink tip. Her needy cry spurred him on, and he released that succulent pink crest only to suck the other into his mouth. “I love sucking on these.” He cupped the other with his hand, cramming it into his palm until he brought forth a yelp from her.
    “Hmm.” His tongue swirled up the curve of her breast, up her throat, to her jaw, his lips parted wide over her skin. “I like licking you.” He licked her chin, dragging his tongue to her lips. “I like fucking you.” He licked her lips, his tongue strong and purposeful as it flicked out, then withdrew.
    Her own tongue slipped out, following his until he sucked it into his mouth. She moaned with pleasure.
    She was shoving her hips earnestly against his, nails digging into his biceps, her whimpers coming frequently now. As he shafted her with fast, rampant thrusts of his hips, he kept sucking on her tongue, swirling his own around hers, their hot, haggard breaths mingling.
    Spasms rocked her in an instant, her eyes turning blind the instant he felt his own orgasm take him, shake him, rattle him down to the soles of his feet. He filled her with a spurt of warm, creamy cum, still humping her as they both shook with tremors.
    Minutes later, once back from La-la land, Marcus set her down on her feet, an arm around her. On his way to the couch, he halted. “What the hell happened here, a war?”
    His living room was…he couldn’t even describe the mess!
    He could’ve sworn a whole bull stampede had been let loose in here.
    “Nothing happened,” Marly quickly said, then she blushed beet-red. “Fine. I was restless.”
    “Well good. Now we really need to replace the lamp you hated.”
    She swung sideways to look at him, pouting like a little girl. “What about the glass top for the table?”
    “Well that broken one is sure no use to us now, is it?”
    She nodded, biting back a smile.
    He was torn between laughing and playing daddy, and had to make an effort not to smile. He pointed an accusing finger at her. “Bad, bad kitty.”
    Full of mischief, she quickly parted her lips and caught his finger between her teeth.
    He groaned when she suctioned, sucking it in. She ran her tongue along the pad, and Marcus felt his blood rush down to his crotch.
    Holy cow, he was up again.
    “Okay, you’re forgiven.”
    Damn, it felt good to be a man again.

    * * * *
    Marcus fucked her on the living room floor in the only space which hadn’t been littered by her restlessness. He fucked her in the kitchen after they had a quick, easy dinner. And then he plopped her down to her stomach over their bed, and fucked her ass like a horny, sex-starved beast. Marly screeched so loud for a moment, he feared the windows would shatter.
    When he harshly, and very lustily, bit her shoulder, she came from the pleasure she received in that bite, and Marcus felt a string of semen shoot up inside her so strongly he felt completely depleted afterward.
    It was as they lay on the bed, rendered motionless and speechless, that he realized now he was the one who seemed unstoppable. Although last night with a third party had been mind-blowing, he couldn’t help but feel damned glad he didn’t need any sort of assistance to pleasure his wife now. The weak, pleased smile on her lips filled him with pride and satisfaction.
    “Baby, what did you take?” she asked as she rolled to her side to face him, clearly in awe of his skills.
    “ All little boys should eat their spinach.” He gave her a solemn stare, as if he meant every word when, truth was, he personally couldn’t stomach spinach, then he valiantly kept himself from gloating over his performance and smacked her rump. “Now get up, hon. We’re going to pay your mom a visit.”
    “What? Now ?”
    “Yes, now.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I want answers, and I want them now.”
    “But my mom doesn’t have an answer for anything!” Marly wailed as she