Chapter 26M

--Tobias

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I look at all of her, from the wedding band on her hand, to her ponytail that is falling out, and her blue-grey eyes that never leave mine.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks, clearly having put thought into the question.

"Kissing you, having you under me," I answer without thinking, as if I were on truth serum.

"What's stopping you?" She asks innocently.

"You're all the way over there," I say, waving my arm exaggeratedly at her from the other side of our not so large couch.

"You're pathetic," she laughs.

"I'm pathetic, hm?" I challenge, moving across the couch in one swift motion, pressing my forehead to hers as I gently push her onto her back on the couch. My knee one knee is between her and the back of the couch, and I am still standing with my other leg.

"You're beautiful," I say, our breaths mixing. "How did I get so lucky to call you mine."

She moves forward to kiss me, but I dodge her lips, wanting to wind her up once again.

"There's not one thing I don't love about you. You drive me crazy, Beatrice. I love your confidence, you're so sexy, god, I love you."

I pepper kisses all around her neck, feeling her pulse elevate under my lips. She moves around like she is uncomfortable so a take a moment to look at her face and see the same frustration that I did before. The lines in her forehead speak for her as I pepper kisses all over her face. She has her hands behind my neck and is trying to steer me towards her lips but doesn't succeed.

"Why wont you let me kiss you," her voice is strained and annoyed.

"Because it's fun."

"For you, yeah," she says and moans quietly as I nibble on her collarbone, just above her three birds.

"You drive me crazy, Tobias. I love you," she wraps her fingers through my hair and painfully pulls me up to her, our lips finally crashing together. I feel her relax below me as she exhales.

We are one. No matter how many times we butt heads, have different opinions, and see things in different ways, we are one.

I feel like there is electricity coursing through my body as she slips her hand under my shirt, running her confident fingers along the flames on my ribs.

I want to say more to her, tell her how much she means to me and how exactly I find her beautiful, however, I don't have the control over myself to remove my lips from hers, or my hands from her hair, or her body from mine.

So I don't.

Actions will have to speak louder than words.

She writhes below me, raising her hips to meet mine, almost teasingly. I feel her smile into our kiss when she makes contact.

"So you want to continue the dirty game you started earlier?" I mumble in her ear, causing her to shiver.

"Don't even get me started again. You started it," her voice is breathy and I feel my pulse travel to my member as she presses her lips to my cheek, "Tobias," she has a lust to her voice that sends me over, and I feel how she must have felt as I teased her while she cooked dinner tonight.

For a moment I feel remorse. I was being selfish, having fun sexually frustrating her, without thinking of how that made her feel.

"I'm sorry for teasing you earlier," I press my forehead to hers.

"Don't apologize, I liked it.

That's it.

Something inside me snaps and I am over this tiny couch. I scoop my wife up in my arms, holding her under her ass as she wraps her legs tightly around my torso. After she was yearning to kiss me, I am taken aback when she decides to just trace her fingers over my face with one hand, and pull my curls with the other. Her eyes have a fire behind them, and she studies me like she is going to be tested on the location of each mark, each line, each freckle on my face. Her fingertips feel like they are made of electricity as she moves them across my face. I don't know how it is turning me on as much as it is, but I am smitten.

"You drive me crazy," I tell her, closing the door behind us.

"Good," she says, turning me holding her into an embrace, her face pressed into my hair as she squeezes me tightly with the rest of her limbs.

I feel her inhaling and exhaling, her pulse, her energy, everything about her. It drives me mad.

I want to kiss her, but I can't.

She knows exactly what she's doing. I chuckle, running my hands up the back of her shirt, the feeling of her soft skin sending a painful pulse to my member that is still trapped in my jeans from work.

"We both are too clothed," I breathe on her neck, sitting down on the bed so she is sitting right where I want her most.

She returns to studying my face, pausing only for a moment when I pull her shirt over her head. My hands go right to her breasts that are still trapped in her bra, massaging the flesh tenderly, our eyes never breaking contact.

Finally she take initiative to get my shirt off, running her hands up my body and pulling it over my head. She holds the fabric to her face, inhaling deeply, causing me to groan as my pants get even tighter.

She tosses the fabric away and before her hands return to my face I unclip her bra from behind her, letting the fabric slip down her arms. I moan, seeing her nipples erect for me as I take a breast in each hand, the feeling of her skin making me light up.

I roll the flesh of her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers at the same time, visibly sending her over an edge as her mouth falls open and she pulls me close to her. Since she had that reaction to me just rolling the flesh, I experiment a little more, squeezing tighter as I roll the erect flesh between my fingers. For a minute I panic that I am causing her pain, but her breathy moan in my ear says otherwise as she pulls at the curls on the back of my head. I release my grip, looking down to see the flesh pinker than it was before.

"Am I hurting you?" I have to ask. I need to know she's okay.

"It feels good," she says, bringing her own hand down to her breast and repeating the motion. I freeze, watching her in awe, my entire body pulsating with my member.

This has to be the sexiest thing I have seen her do.

I gutturally moan, deciding that her pants need to be off. I want to be closer to her. There's too much denim separating us between her and I.

My motions are calculated as I unbutton and unzip her jeans, kissing random places as I try to pull them off with her still sitting on my lap.

"Here," she says, removing herself from my lap and standing up, pulling down her pants but leaving her panties on. She steps up to me, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants so I can pull them off. I waste no time doing so, leaving my boxers on, although they do not do much to conceal my member. I feel like I can finally breathe with my pants now gone, and more than anything I just want to touch Tris's body, even more than I want to make love to her.

Tris resumes her spot on my lap and my hands fly to her breasts like they are magnetic. Usually she is not very turned on my be touching her there, so I am enjoying it while I get it. I do what I did before and roll her nipples between my fingers while pinching, getting even more of a reaction out of her this time compared to the last. I feel my dick twitch at her response and moan removing the pressure and then applying it again, causing her to forcibly exhale and shift her weight in my lap.

Although she says and shows that this is giving her pleasure, I dislike how red her flesh is when I pull my hands away. I lightly massage the area before deciding to give it a break and move my hands to her hips, squeezing and rubbing her there. Tris moves herself to my thigh and I can feel her wetness through her panties on my upper leg. She plants her hands on my chest, running her hands across my chest and down to my abs, tracing their outline. I don't think she knows she's doing it, but she is slightly grinding on my thigh subconsciously as she explores my body with her hands.

She's driving me crazy with her lust.

I just watch her for a moment, her hands wandering anywhere they desire. Her ponytail has almost completely fallen out, so I pull the elastic out. I didn't realize how much I loved her hair down until her blonde strands come down to frame her breasts and I feel blood rush to my groin.

She combs through her hair with her hands and I nearly loose it. She clearly decides she is done with this position where I am sitting with my legs off the bed and she is on my lap when she rolls off of me and lays on the bed, basically inviting me to be on top of her again.

"I love you," I hardly recognize my voice because it is so low when I turn around and crawl to up her, dragging my naked chest along hers as I come up to her lips, pass them, and press my lips to her forehead, "So much."

"I love you," she responds, her eyes locking with mine once again. I decide for the moment I am done with this touchy feely stuff, as much as I love it, and I lace her fingers with mine, holding her down to the bed, allowing neither of us to touch each other.

Taking a breath I look at her under me, her hair laid out around her, her eyes completely trusting of me, and her body out for me to see. It has taken us a long time to get to this point in our relationship, and I wouldn't change out journey for anything. I lean in, pressing my lips to hers lightly, only for her to ignite and meet my sweet kiss with fiery passion. Her tongue works it's way into my mouth and together hers and mine dance together.

She raises her hips to meet mine a couple times, but I decide to frustrate her yet again. I push my pelvis down, pinning hers to the bed. This gains me the most of a reaction out of her as she breaks our kiss and groans in frustration.

I take the break in our kiss as an opportunity to move back down to her breasts. With my pelvis still pinning her down, I take her right nipple into my mouth. She wiggles her hands out of mine and lace them in my hair as I run my tongue around the taunt flesh. For a moment I panic, not sure as to what will feel good to her.

All I want to do is make her to feel good.

I suck. Not too strongly, but enough to test it out and give her the option to smack me if she doesn't like it. The reaction I get is only positive as her back arches and her one hand moves from my hair to her forehead to stabilize herself.

I continue sucking and releasing, running my tongue along the flesh, and moan along with her. After a few moments I move to the other nipple, going in with full confidence on this one, feeling more confident as to what she likes.

"Tobias," her voice is desperate as I feel her pelvis struggle under mine. I'm not ready to let her go just yet. I prop myself up for a moment, watching both of her nipples become incredibly erect from the chill of my saliva and the air. I moan, licking my lips as I look at her body. She visibly quivers under me, causing my dick to twitch again.

"Tris," I moan her name back as I move back up to her lips, her pelvis still struggling to move under me. I feel her resist, and I feel the dampness of her arousal.

"Is this all okay?" I feel the need to check in, hoping I am not frustrating her too much.

"You're turning me on so badly, Tobias. I want you inside of me," she moans in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. I feel my dick twitch again, and judging by the smile I feel on her face she felt it too.

Our lips meet once again as Tris sneaks her hand down, slipping it under my boxers and onto my ass. She squeezes whatever flesh she can find, causing me to twitch again. I moan, encouraging her to continue. She continues massaging whatever flesh she can find, driving me insane as she does so.

I run my hands up and down her torso before taking her hands back in mine. I begin moving my pelvis on hers with our underwear both still on, giving her the sense of friction she's been patiently craving. It is almost like I can see the stars in her eyes as her mouth falls open and she freely moves her hips with mine. Her soaked panties send a pulse down to my erection that now is pressed up to my stomach and peeking out of my boxers, no longer contained.

I loosen my grip on her hands, letting her wiggle out once again and ravish my body with her fingertips. She goes straight for my boxers, sliding them off since they were no longer doing much anyways. Using both of her hands, she rolls my balls, applying pressure with her fingertips in different areas. I cannot withhold the moan that comes from my body, and a stream of precum comes from my penis, landing just above her bellybutton.

I panic for a moment, worrying that this will discourage or turn her off, but it only encourages her to touch me more, driving me absolutely mad.

She traces her fingers up my shaft like she is playing a harp, squeezing with her whole hand as she travels back down to my balls.

I shift to try and remove her panties but she hums in disapproval, squeezing the head of my penis as she latches her lips onto my neck. Like I did to her nipple, she squeezes, rolling it between her thump and finger, making me loose control. I buck my hips down on her out of instinct a grunt I have never made before coming out of my mouth. She giggles at the power she has over me, removing her hand completely from my member before coming back and grabbing the head again, pinching and rolling it harder. It hurts in a way that almost makes me cum right then and there, turning me on so extremely. I thrust down on her again, forcing her hand to get stuck between us. I use my other hand to take off her panties, taking a moment to admire her moisture on the fabric.

She slips her hand out from between us, freeing my penis from her grasp. Her hands move up my back, tracing my tattoo up to my shoulders. I raise my hips a little, allowing my hand to slip down and stroke her, spreading her wetness all around, and teasing her labia near her clit.

"Tobias--" she practically cries. I know she doesn't want me to tease her anymore. I haven't stopped since I got home from work, and now it's nearing eleven at night.

"Fine," I chuckle, rubbing my head up and down her folds. My absolute favorite thing when making love to her is watching her face as I enter her for the first time of the night. There's something about her vulnerability, sensuality, and passion in her in that single moment that I simply cannot miss each time we make love.

"Tris, look at me," I say and feel her breath hitch. Her abdomen physically contracts when she moves her eyes to meet mine, I see the muscles below her belly button contract in want as her face shows pain for a split second.

I run my head up to her clit, rubbing our most sensitive pieces together for a moment before moving my head back to her folds.

I push in about halfway on my first thrust, finding that much of her lubrication must have came off into her panties as I am met with some resistance. I loose the eye contact I had with her as her head falls back, my name on her lips.

I pull out all the way, her wetness on the first third of my penis showing a sheen glow. I twitch just looking at it, then go right back in for a second thrust. Her back arches off the bed and I see a fine line of sweat form on her body as I pull out entirely again.

"Oh my god Tobias," she looks at me as I exit her again, making me chuckle. I fold myself over her this time, lining up myself before leaning over her and feeling her skin against my chest. I feel her breathy exhale in my ear as I press kisses to her collarbone, beginning to find a rhythm in my thrusts.

I pick a slower pace, not wanting either of us to finish right away. She expands and contracts around me in ecstasy as I move in and out, the feeling glorious after all of the tension we have built up between us.

Her hands are in my hair, and she pulls me down to meet her lips in a slow, tender kiss. She sets the pace of out lips while I set the pace of our hips, and we manage to keep this up for what feels like a pretty long time.

She breaks the kiss after some time, taking some gasping breaths as she mumbles sweet nothings in my ear. I know she's getting near her peak, and I am pretty sure that the contracting of her peak would send me over mine as well.

I bring my hand up to her breast, knowing that they were a spot of passion for her earlier. I keep my other hand on the bed to stabilize myself as I keep my hips moving with hers rising to meet mine. My free hand pinches and rolls her left nipple, and her breathing intensifies.

"Tobias, oh--" she gasps, almost to her peak but I know she isn't there yet. For a moment I remember her confidence when she squeezed the head of my shaft, almost making me come right there.

She's not glass, Tobias. You won't break her.

For just a moment, I don't worry about hurting her, and I grab her right breast, squeezing her nipple harder than I would ever admit to doing. Her face goes into a panic for a second, the pain clearly turning into pleasure as the walls of her vagina lock around my penis as she is sent into a world of ecstasy. I keep the pressure on her breast, rolling her nipple as she begins to contract and relax around me. Her breaths are silent as she sits on her high, and I begin thrusting through her tightness, desperate for my release.

She finally comes to, her walls tightly contracting and relaxing around me as I release my grip on her breast and thrust roughly into her. She holds my shoulders for support, moving her hips to meet mine. Her breaths come in short whines, and the sound along with her exhales on my neck is what sends me over as my balls tighten and I begin to expel into her.

I thrust a few more times, riding out my climax as my thumb finds her clit. Usually I can get her a second orgasm with mine, but it depends on the day.

Rubbing her as I feel myself swell, I know I have gotten her right back up to her ledge as her walls clench around me again like a vice. I continue thrusting against the resistance as we both finish, her for a second time. She presses her forehead to mine as we share air.

"I love you," I mumble, thrusting a couple more times as our fluids mix. I initiate a slow kiss as her fingers trace my face and my now flaccid member slips out of her.

"I love you too," she mumbles between kisses, exhaustion written all over her face.

"I think that might've been the best sex we've ever had," I say, laying back as she lays her head on my chest, clearly trying to calm her breathing and heart rate.

"Yeah," she exhales, drawing circles on my chest with her fingertips. I give her a few moments to breathe before bringing her lips up to mine for another slow kiss.

"As much as the frustration was horrible in the moment," she says stopping to breathe, "I can't really knock it after that."

I chuckle, pulling her close to me, knowing we are both in desperate need of a shower.