As Felicity stood, naked, before her husband, she shivered, as he licked past her clavicle. Her breath faltered as he sucked an ever so sensitive nipple into his mouth, her core clenching in response. As his fingers and tongue lavished her nipples, she moaned, and the throbbing in her center increased.

"Oliver.. I...need..oh god!" He released her nipple with a pop. "What, baby? What do you need?" The blood was pounding in her body, her ears barely recognizing what he said. She frantically tore at his clothes. "You. Now."

After ripping free of his clothes, he laid her down, just at the edge of the bed, slipping a finger into her core, his raging cock, begging to be surrounded by her heat. She whimpered, and he almost lost control then and there. He knelt down between her parted knees and licked her throbbing bud, slipping another finger into her greedy core. "Sh..shit." She stammered.

He sucked her throbbing bud into his mouth, and sucked, hard, her core clenching in return. Curling his fingers, he slid in and out, furiously rubbing the now swollen, needy spot inside her. She was so wet, so sweet, so...his. Her whole body tensed, and shook and when her orgasm took her, the juices soaked his chin and fingers.

Bringing her down slowly, he released her clit with the same pop as her nipples, and she came again, shrieking his name and crushing his fingers. Removing his fingers, he positioned his aching cock, and in one swift thrust he was surrounded to the root. Her pussy was still clenching with aftershocks as he shamelessly drove into her, building her up to the brink once again. Her body was wound tight, as she pinched her nipples. Reaching where twit bodies met, he flicked her swollen clit, gentle at first, and harder with each thrust. And in seconds her walls gripped him like a vice, her juices releasing in a gush that dripped off the base of his cock. That was his undoing and he poured everything he had into his..wife.

Careful to support his weight, he semi collapsed on top of her. "Oliver," she choked out. "That was... What the hell was that?" He smirked as he slid out of her and scooped her up, carrying her to the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the tub, pointing to the door to the toilet. "After you pee. I didn't think you could walk after that, and I didn't think I should make you wait any longer."

As she cleaned up, she bumped her swollen and highly sensitive clit, her core flickering in response. She yelled out, "Jesus, Oliver, what the hell? I can't even get cleaned up without almost getting off." As she came out, she slammed the door behind her, and climbed in his lap. "Now, you're gonna fix it."

Standing up, he pressed her up against the wall, slamming his rock hard cock into her again, and when she bit his shoulder in response, he swore his cock swelled to the point he would tear her. "Jesus Felicity."

Twisting her hips, his cock raked the still swollen spot inside and she tensed. "Harder, Oliver. I'm so close, so... Argh!" Her nails claimed crescent shapes in his shoulder blades as she teetered on the brink. When she came, she slammed her head into his shoulder, biting him again, harder. He erupted like a volcano, as if he hadn't have just exploded into her less than five minutes before.

She kissed the bite marks, as he held her, still pressed against the wall, still filling her. "Oliver, I'm sorry. I think those are gonna bruise, and...I think your back is bleeding." He chuckled as he withdrew and steadied her on her feet. "Baby, of all the scars I have, you're seriously worried about that? Besides, as hard as I sucked on that greedy little clit of yours, it's gonna be swollen until tomorrow. Now, what do you say about a nice hot bath?" She nodded. "And while we're in there, you're gonna tell me exactly what the hell happened earlier. I'm a little embarrassed. I've never done...that...before. It was.." He silenced her with a kiss. "Bath first. Then, I'll explain my present to my new wife."