** !! WARNING: SMUT!! **

** Sign language is written in ITALICS.

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Kirstie smiles as she awakes to soft kisses on the back of her neck. She giggles as Patch's beard brushes across her sensitive skin.

Rolling over on her back, she looks into the smiling green eyes of the love of her life.

"Good morning, my gorgeous husband." She whispers softly as she gently rubs his cheek.

Patch smiles at her as his eyes quickly scans over her body dressed in one of his over-sized plaid buttoned up shirts.

His smile fades as he notices the dragon onesie that he is wearing. He looks up and gives her a "Really?" look.

"Oops." Kirstie giggles. She reaches up and takes the zipper in between her fingers and slowly starts to unzip it. "We'll just have to take this off you."

He lays back and watches her as she unzips the onesie. She bites her bottom lip as she admires his hairy chest. Her eyes following the hair that leads down into his boxers.

Patch wastes no time slipping out of the footed pajamas and his boxers. He leans in kissing his wife tenderly tasting the sweetness of her soft lips. 

He moans softly into the kiss as he starts to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. He moves to leaving feathery kisses on her bare shoulder as he removes the shirt and tosses it to the floor. 

Patch raises his head and stares lustfully into her eyes as he hooks his finger into the waistband of her panties. The panties soon joined the shirt that was crumpled on the floor.

He smiles as he eyes Kirstie's body with so much love and appreciation, taking in every inch, every beautiful curve of his wife. The woman who saved him from the streets and made him the better person he has become. 

"To think I'll get to see this beautiful body every day." Patch signs. With trembling hands he reaches out to pull her by the waist closer to him, running his palms down her hips. 

"Well, not everyday." Kirstie giggles as she wraps her arms around his neck.

"Oh hush. Don't ruin the mood." Patch smiles before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. 

It was soft and gentle and so were their hands on each other's body; probing, teasing caressing every erogenous region. Patch breaks the kiss only to latch his lips on her neck, leaving tiny love marks on his way to her chest.

"Oh my god." Kirstie whimpers as her husband cups her butt, leading her back to the center of the bed. 

Carefully, Patch pushes Kirstie on her back then climbs on top of her. The couple smiles lovingly at each other, expressing their overwhelming love through their eyes. Patch reaches up running the back of his hand on her cheek. 

"Nervous?" She smirks as she notices his trembling hands. 

"Excited." The bearded man shook his head and grins. 

This time, Patch's mouth found its way to Kirstie's breasts. She moaned and arched her back as he kissed her chest, and fondled the other, then switched after a while. He trailed kisses down her stomach to her abdomen. 

"Patch, baby." Kirstie breathlessly whispers. 

"Did I hurt you?" He asks worriedly, raising up to his wife's level. 

"No, honey." Kirstie laughs as she trails her fingers from his face to his hairy chest. 

"God, Kirstin. I love you so much. I'm sorry I'm not educated enough to express it well." Tears streamed down Patch's face. 

Kirstie's heart broke for her husband. 

"Stop it. I don't want to hear that. Now that we're married, I will never, ever tolerate you saying stuff like that about yourself again. Besides, actions speak louder than words. You're unable to tell me so show me." She smiles and pulls him back down for another sweet kiss.

Patch's tongue enters Kirstie's mouth, and without hesitation, explores the region. His hands were still all over her body; her chest, her butt, and the occasion teasing on her most sensitive part. Anything that Patch knows Kirstie will like, and by the expressions and moans she's making, he knows that he's doing a pretty good job at pleasing his sweetheart. 

Kirstie gently taps her husband's shoulder, signaling him to lie on his back, to which he quickly obliged.  

With an adoring smile, she straddles her husband's waist, pressing her naked body against his. She starts by leaving tender, lingering kisses on Patch's jaw, trailing down to his neck and hairy chest, and lower down to his erect member. 

"No fair. I should be the one doing that." Patch says, releasing a shaky breath. 

"It's our honeymoon. I want to please you too." With that, she gently takes her husband's member, stroking and slightly squeezing with just the right amount or pressure to make her husband groan. But she wasn't done yet. Kirstie leans down and takes the staff in her mouth, working it inch by inch. 

Patch could hardly contain himself from thrusting his hips. But not for long. Kirstie pulled away, reaching out to the bedside table, she pulls out a condom, expertly putting it in Patch's prick. 

"Make love to me, Mr. Kaplan." She murmurs, almost inaudibly. 

"As you wish, Mrs. Kaplan." Patch says. 

The newlywed couple switched positions again. Kristie is on her back, Patch between her legs. The green eyed man lined himself up as he quickly says a quick reminder. "Make sure I don't get too rough." 

Patch thrusts in a slow pace, savoring the moment, the feeling of their nudity on one another. It was more than enough for Kirstie, every moan, every gasp, every cry of pleasure. 

Patch retaliates with firm kisses on any part of her that he could reach, as she unconsciously scratches on Patch's back. 

Kirstie's body spasms, she knew that she's about to cum. She buries her face on her husband's shoulder, but he took her by her chin. 

"I want to see your face as you finish." Patch smiles as his pace increases just a little bit, enough for Kirstie to reach her high. Seeing his beautiful wife in a state of pure bliss made Patch orgasm. Once more, their lips tangled into a kiss, a bit sloppier and lazier, but with the same amount of love, passionate and adoration towards each other. Both breathed heavily as Patch collapsed beside his wife. 

"Wow. Where on Earth did that come from?" Kirstie says. Patch raised up on his elbow and with raised eyebrows said, "Did I not tell you that I aim to please?" 

 "Did I not tell you?" Patch says, raising up on his elbow and with raised eyebrows. "That I aim to please?"

*** I had a 'Special guest'  writing this chapter. My buddy, ObsessedwithChance wrote about 90%,  if not more, of this chapter. Thank you, Yann, for doing such an amazing job. 

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