Jester awoke to the smell of Julia's shampoo wafting in his nostrils. His eyes open and a smile quickly follows. He draws in a breath as his arm snakes across her bare waist. He melds his body into hers, drawing in her warmth. His wife. His beautiful perfect wife.
Julia draws in a little moan as she feels her husband's embrace. A smile graces her face as well as she revels in the fact that she was married to the sexiest man she's ever known. She rolls over in his arms to face him. Her hands rest on his hard chest.
"Mmmm. Is my last name The Second, Napier, or Smith?" She drowsily asks.
Jester kisses the tip of her nose, "Technically it's Smith," he says and ghosts his lips across hers. "But it can be whatever you want. Mmmm, I'll even change mine to Paradise for you baby," he says as his hands gently glide down her back.
"I like Julia Smith just fine," she says pressing her lips firmly to his.
Jester smiles behind their kiss. He's still smiling when their lips part. "I can't believe you're really my wife."
"You better believe it," Julia smiles back as their lips meet again.
"Mmmm," Jester purrs and rolls his hips against her. His erection pokes at her, teasing her with how wonderful it would feel inside of her. "I want you," Jester rasps as the nubs of his fingers dig into her flesh.
"Then take me you clown," Julia rasps back.
"Don't forget the Second," he says as he shoved his tongue in her mouth. He kisses her like her lips were the cure for everything.
When his lips part from hers he kisses a trail down her neck, nipping and sucking at the beautiful pale skin which now belonged to him. His hands take her hips and push them flat onto the bed as his lips continue down her stomach.
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He slides himself between her thighs and sinks his tounge into her dripping pot of sweet honey. Julia's mouth parts as her back arches up off the bed. Her fingers tangle into his green hair as she holds him to her.
Jester's tounge conducts her like a symphony. The way she responds to his touch only makes precum seep from the head of his throbbing cock. He wants to be inside of her so bad, but the masochist in him enjoyed the torture too much. He knows the longer he endures the torture, the better the payoff will be.
"Oh my God," Julia pants drawing closer and closer to that edge that there was no coming back from.
But Jester's not ready to allow that. His tounge stops it's assault. He transfers his lips to her thighs and places kisses and nibbles on them, giving her body a moment to come back from the brink. He gets on his knees between her thighs and looks down at her chest rising and falling ashe pants lessen with each breath. His hands run up her thighs as he waits for it to return to normal.
And once her breathing has subsided he takes himself in his hands and slowly inches his way inside of her until no more of him can fit in. He steadies himself by hanging onto her hips as he slowly slides in and out of her. His eyes can't resist looking down at that beautiful sight every so often. But equally beautiful is the way Julia turns her head from side to side, eyes pressed shut as she nipped at her bottom lip.
