"Good," he said still in mid-recovery from the routine, but not predictable, life-shattering climax. Nate's body relaxed against Eva's, the meaning of his word purposefully vague. She attached herself to his ears and his forehead lowered so that their metaphoric horns were locked. His skin buzzed with both affection and electricity, a familiar combination that left him drained but invigorated. "Then we have time..." Nate said smirking against her lips.
Nate carefully began to untangle their limbs but didn't leave his wife's side. Static energy bouncing from the carpet to his pants caused small pops of sound and light while he stood. With Eva wrapped in his arms, Nate nearly made the maneuver without breaking their connection, but alas he slid from her with a satisfying noise. "Keeping you confused is part of my strategy," he said when he carried his love from their impromptu patch of the floor just beyond her vanity, to their bed proper. Nate laid her out, carefully, and lowered his lips to meet hers once more before he released her. "I call this the deserving queen," Nathaniel said and went to work slowly and gently removing what remained of Eva's clothes. Once finished, he much more quickly disrobed himself and entered the king-size bed knees first.
Starting from just below her navel, Nathaniel kissed and loved her skin until he reached her mouth. The connection remade, his hand moved into position and reacted a smaller, gentler version of 'spanksgiving'. He then draped himself over Eva and pulled their weighted blankets over their nude and entangled forms. During his acts of worship, Nate stopped just short of enveloping himself within her again. That, of course, was the queen's prerogative.