Her gaze on him was hooded, a small smile was playing at her lips, the movement of her hips, her hands meant more to entice, to tease, than to give.

And she was enticing.

“My queen is a minx,” he murmured, sliding his hands up the tops of her thighs.

“I was very close with your mouth to me,” she murmured back, shifting her hips forward a bit on an upward stroke, the head of his cock dragging hard inside her as she glided back down.

What she gave him was so fantastic, he grunted and bucked.

The smile continued to play at her lips as she drifted one hand down her belly to between her legs.

Her head again fell back.

The sight of her thus, Mars clamped onto her hips and took over.

Her head again righted.

“Mars,” she warned.

“Do not act as if this was not what you wanted,” he grunted, slamming her into his shaft.

Her lips parted, and he lost her gaze when her head again dropped back. She then found his rhythm at her hips and rode him, her hand at her breast tracing up her neck, over her jaw, back into her hair, while the finger of her other hand continued to work between her legs.

As such, she was fully, gloriously exposed to him, riding his cock.

Gods.

“Hurry,” he growled.

“Mars,” she gasped, urging them both to go faster, something Mars gave her.

“Hurry,” he clipped.

She arched back, pushing her bouncing breasts forward, moaning deeply and gripping both his wrists with her hands.

He reared under her for as long as he could hold his own orgasm back.

This being until she fell forward, planting her hands in his chest on a whimper as her pussy clenched around him in her climax.

Only then did he let go, yanking her hips down, filling her, his vision blanking as he shot his seed inside his queen.

He felt her collapse fully atop him, but he was grunting through his final bursts, enjoying them immensely and not simply because he now felt the silk of his wife’s hair all over his chest, shoulders and tangling in his beard along with the sleek clutch of her sex, the smell of her, and the feel of her wee body resting against his.

When he was done, he wrapped his arms around her and murmured, “It’s good to be home.”

He dipped his chin down when he felt her lift her head up.

And thus, he watched Silence settle her own chin on her hands piled under it at his chest as she looked into his eyes.

“Did you miss it, my darling?” she asked.

“The sun is back on my skin,” he muttered, sliding his hands up her spine. “But now it’s better than it has ever been with my wife on my cock.”

She grinned a grin that was half sultry, half Silence, before she moved her hands and tipped her head in order to kiss the skin of his chest.