Mike then shut the door and smiled as he turned to face Denise.
"What's that smile?" Denise inquired. "I smell like libido," she remarked.
"That's exactly what you smelled," Mike said as he walks closer to Denise then gently grabbed her on her waist.
"I missed you so much, sweetie," Mike said quietly. Denise blushed as a result of what her husband said.
"Don't worry, love. I missed you too," Denise replied as she kissed him on the lips as he grabbed her by the arms and led her to the bed, at which point Denise looked at him strangely and asked, "What now?"
"Someone needs to fix your mouth," Mike says authoritatively as he smirks down at her.
Denise then looks at him with glee. "Knees, sweetie," Mike says. "What?" Denise asks, sheepishly laughing. "I want you to play with my hotdog first," Mike said as Denise smiled and knelt.
She then unbuckles his pants and pulls out his c*ck. Mike grins and stroking the tip of his d*ck on her lips. "Oh f*ck baby, your mouth makes my c*ck feel great," Mike hisses as he thrusts his hips forward, forcing her to take him wholly into her mouth until he's down to her throat.
Denise gags briefly before nodding her head. Mike notices his d*ck twitch and drops his seed into her mouth and down her throat. Denise moans and swallows his seed before wiping him clean and standing up.
"F*ck, I couldn't get enough of you," he says, not looking her in the eyes. Mike then gently slammed Denise into the bed, kissing her passionately and massaging her breasts.
"Ahhhhh," Denise moaned in response to his touch as she grabs his now brittle d*ck. Denise moans once more as Mike begins to stroke his c*ck with a purpose toward her cave.
"F*ck, ahhhhhh, sh*t," Mike moans as he cums in Denise's hand as she strokes his length faster. "Look who messed up my hand," Denise says, laughing. She puts her hand to her mouth and licks his nut off it.
"Did I taste so good, sweetie?" Mike murmured as he brought his hands to her thighs and slid her panty as he entered his fingers into her cave.
Mike tells her before kissing her, "You are mine forever, sweetie." "I'm all yours," she moans against his firm grip before quickly but gently f*cking her with her finger. Denise then lets go of his hands.
After that, he gets down on his knees and shoves his d*ck back into her mouth. Denise let him cum loudly as Mike watched her go down and swallowed his c*ck again.
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They exchanged kisses. He touched and explored her as if it were the first time. Despite how long it had been, he was hellishly patient. Chasing and tasting along every inch of her body until he was pleased, all the while uncovering the curves of her body with his hands in a way that told her this was more than just the tender, lustful need they had previously felt for each other.
His hand pressed firmly against the curve of Denise's lower back, close enough just to feel the twirls and twitches of every muscle.
They had all the freedom in the world now, and Mike would not waste it as their clothes were tossed behind them and then forgotten on the floor. Her hands-on his shoulders softly compressed to get his attention, and he paused caressing and pranking the hardcore peaks of her breasts in his hands, eyes hunting down her for her next wish. She pushed him gently back onto the bed with a small smile, and he didn't say anything but watched her with utter desire as she decided to settle above his hips.
"Had he always wanted to look at me like that?" she wondered as she glided over him, her black hair collapsing over their sides like a duvet.
Mike caressed her face in his hands and drew her in, kissing her gradually enough to make the whole world drift away from beneath them. On her own, the warmth of his lips lingered. They split up, only to be reunited when she slid down onto him.
She hadn't noticed how full Mike was right now, or how he was able to make her feel until he decided to enter inside her, always completing her at the same time. The long gasp that escaped her lips was the soul of a long-unfulfilled desire. Denise enjoyed the feel of his hips against her and the toughness of him inside her, but it wasn't this that made her feel unified.
It was the way Mike looked at her when she opened her eyes, staring up at her with total awe and respect in his gaze. It was the way he took her hands in his, interlacing their fingers and pressing them together in an unbreakable grip as she started to move.
It was the way he chanted her name, almost like a goddess-specific dictum. It hung between them, in the air that enveloped itself in consensual yearning and pleasure, in the heat that rolled off with their bodies as they moved in unison; in the way, they whispered each other's names loud enough yet for their hearts to acknowledge.
"I love you, sweetie," Mike whispered.
"I love you too."
She couldn't take herself to close her eyes as ripples of desire engulfed her body, heat trying to spread from her feet to her core, leaving a noticeable luster of sweat to coat her body.
Mike never looked away from her, gently sloping his hips beneath her until he was trying to fill her with every ounce of his being. Amid the pleasure, his lips trembled, more often uttering her name, sometimes gasping. Sweat clung to his brows, making its way to his amazing shape to the side of his face, down to his jaw, which clenched with every thrust. But it was his eyes that spoke the loudest.
When the surging, agonizing pursuit of the light came to an end, she found it in the shattering crescendo in those eyes.
The glacier edges crumbled into the coziness of the Earth, shaping together to form the ultimate representation of paradise. She sank deeper into Mike, knowing that his orbs were the closest she'd ever come to connectivity into Eden. They kept her there, in that garden of the greatest bliss, until it all but started to fade into the two orbs that bound her and him to the world.
She could never have guessed that being with him could be so beautiful as she broke apart in his arms.