John smiled when his wife whispered his name. There was just something about the way she said it that aroused him on so many levels. He was still recovering from what she had done to him, though, so he was going to give her the same sort of pleasure she had given him.
When she reached down to get her pants and panties off, he helped her, shoving them off the bed, before leaning down and trailing open-mouth kisses across her skin. He reached her breasts, where he took one nipple between his lips, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. His other hand moved up to cup her other breast, his finger dancing around the nipple. After a few moments, he switched to teasing the other breast with his mouth, and once both nipples were pebbled, he continued to move down her body.
"God, I love you," he whispered softly against her skin.
Over her flat stomach, to the curve of her hip and down between her thighs. Shifting, he settled himself between her legs, and while he took hold of her hip, he trailed his tongue down between her warm folds, groaning when he tasted her musky wetness. Finding her clit, he began to tease it, flicking it gently with his tongue. He brought his hand up underneath and pushed one finger, then two into her, thrusting them inside her warmth.