He made a noise so splendid, I nearly climaxed just hearing it.

Oh yes.

I was invincible.

His hand went way from mine as he slid both of them into my hair and he rumbled, “Stroke, piccolina, and suck.”

I did both, happily.

“Bob,” he grunted, his hips raising and lowering, showing me what he wanted.

I gave it to him.

“Fuck,” he clipped.

I slid him out and looked to his face, unsure.

“Yes?” I asked.

The boxes of his stomach contracted, coming out in sharp relief as he lifted up, reached beneath my arms and pulled me with him as he slid up the headboard.

But he didn’t shift my position.

He only put us in one where he could more easily watch.

He then directed with a thick, “Yes.”

I smiled at him.

The flames in his eyes raged.

The area between my legs quivered, and I dipped my head and went back to work on his beautiful shaft.

I felt him straining, I heard his noises deepening, these causing a quickening in me, and I thought vaguely how magnificent it was that I would climax with him just giving him this when I lost purchase on him seeing as I was dragged up his body.

He shifted his legs so I was straddling his hips.

I protested, “Mars!”

His hand again wrapped itself around mine at his shaft and his other hand delved between my legs.

I gasped, my head falling back, my hips rocking.

And he whispered, “Yes, Silence. That’s it, amore.”

I fought the sensation he was causing, righted my head and said, “You.”

“And you,” he replied.

His fingers so skilled, my hips became frenzied, my hand clenched his cock tightly, and my husband built the heat in both of us.

“I-I need something,” I whimpered.

“You’ll have it soon, amore. But take this now.”

We worked his tip with our thumbs and then he deepened our strokes as he pressed the silk of it to me and rubbed.

Oh yes.

I needed something.

Something more.

Him.

“Gods,” I breathed.

“You must finish, Silence,” he grunted.

“Mars.”

“Finish,” he growled.

“Mars!” I cried, trembling above him as my climax consumed me.

“Fuck,” he bit, shifted me slightly away, and I felt the violent jerks of his body as he changed the strokes of our hands to deep, tight, swift tugs.

I wanted to watch, but I was dancing in the flames, so I couldn’t.

They faded, leaving me panting.

Mars was breathing heavily and inquiring, “Do you wish to rest on me?”

I had no idea why he was asking that, for I was only able to hold myself away from him because he was doing the holding.

“Why would I not?”

“My seed is all over my stomach, piccolina,” he said gently.

I tugged from his hold and collapsed on his body.

I felt it relax under me as his arms curved around me.

I snuggled deeper.