"Oh?" John asked when Fred said she could make him feel better, wondering what she had in mind.
Suddenly, he felt her tugging up on his shirt, and he realized exactly what she was talking about. Lifting his arms, he let her pull it off him, his body beginning to warm despite the coolness of the room. It was something they had gotten used to, living on an ocean. Soon, he was naked and watching his wife strip her own clothes off.
God, she was beautiful. It was so easy to forget everything else when he was with her.
He wanted to touch her, but instead he found himself being directed to lie down on the bed, so he did. When she crawled over him, he reached up to cup the back of her head, the other hand trailing over her body. Before he could do anything, though, she was moving down him, kissing and teasing, causing him to groan.
"God, Fred," he murmured just as she took his cock into her mouth, causing him to hiss. He closed his eyes and reached out to grab the bed quilt, trying to keep his hips from bucking up. Oh God, that felt so good. So when she stopped, he groaned in disappointment, looking up at her and seeing the look on her face.
"Please, hon," he pleaded, needing the release she was starting to build inside him. Reaching up, he cupped a hand to her face and ran his thumb over her lips before running his fingers down over her neck, not able to reach any farther. "Need you."