Fred let out a small giggle when John picked her up and carried her to their bed. As he laid her down, she looked up at him and grinned. Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him closer as they kissed. No matter how many times they did this, Fred knew she was never get sick of it or of John. Never. He was her life.
When he moved down to her breasts, Fred arched off the bed and tangled her fingers in his short hair. Her need for him was growing and Fred didn't know if she could take the teasing. Not tonight. She would be leaving in the morning and she didn't know when she would be back. It would be the first time they would be this far apart for a long period of time. And all Fred wanted was to feel her husband inside of her.
With a gentle nudge, Fred pushed John onto his back and pulled herself up on her knees. She reached down and tugged his boxers off. She then leaned over and peppered his chest with soft kisses as she positioned herself over his cock. Fred looked at him for a brief moment before she leaned down to deeply kiss him while she pushed herself onto his cock. "God, John," she groaned as he filled her to the hilt.