Fleetwood Mac-Part III of Fritz Series

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***A/N sexual content***

Far be it from me to turn down a night of passionate sex with my wife, Jeff be damned. Not really, I do love my brother but if I'm honest I've been a walking hardon for the entire day and with our guests, and the kids, and Stevie's interview with Carson I haven't been able to do anything about it. I was going to suggest a quickie in her dressing room but the purple guy interrupted and I backed off. All three kids are sound asleep, including Sara who has a penchant for staying up well past her bedtime to read from one of her many books. Even little Ginny is snoring from inside her fluffy pink dog bed.

The light in our bedroom is still on, eager is she? Well so am I. Adjusting the waist band of my jeans I smooth a hand through the hair that I didn't pull out talking to Jeff before entering. I still smell coconut and other tropical flora and fauna, and I don't hear any snoring from the bed. Stevie' saws logs but will never admit it. Ever. I'm not even allowed to mention it when it's just the two of us. Stepping around the corner I kick my jeans off and close the door, little Lindsey already beginning to regain interest in our interrupted activities.

"You awake sweetheart?" the bed rustles, with reading glasses perched on her nose Stevie looks up from her journal her lips spreading into a knowing smile "I remember you leaving here with pants on" on all fours I crawl from the end of the bed to the pillows leaning down to kiss her still bare torso "Mmmhmm" the journal closes gently placed to the side of the bed next to the neck of my guitar "Now where was I?" deliberately teasing my tongue circles Stevie's belly button inching closer to where both of us want my mouth to be.

"Everything alright with Jeff?" I do not want to think about Jeff right now...but she asked "Yeah we had a good talk, I think I finally got through to him" distracted again my eyes feast on the sight of my wife's naked skin, her thighs spreading in invitation. Kissing the joint of her hip till I reach her center I hold her other leg further away opening her wide for me. Sighing Stevie runs a hand through my hair, her body relaxing until she's laying limp on the bed "Good"

Good. No more talking about Jeff.

Picking up where I left off I set to work licking and kissing Stevie's slick folds, suckling her clit gently just to tease her. The steady stream of soft cries and sweet whispers of my name let me know just how far to go before backing off so I can start all over again. I like to think making Stevie come is both an art and a science. My own body's arousal ratchets up to capacity, my cock hard and straining in my hand. When I finally come up for air I have to lick the wetness of Stevie's arousal from my lips "Steph" in a trance she looks me in the eyes, her pupils dilated the brown of her iris' nearly black from desire.

Throwing her legs around my waist she welcomes me into her body and I pay homage kissing up her smooth stomach and chest before finally capturing her lips with mine "Love you" our mouths clash hotly in a familiar game of thrust and parry. Wrapping her hand around the base of my cock Stevie runs my length over her apex nudging the tip of me at her entrance "Linds"

"You want me baby?" her arms wrap around my shoulders bringing me closer for another long kiss "You're teasing me" my teeth nip at her neck "No, I want you to beg" she lets out a groan digging her nails into my back just enough to hurt but not break the skin "I'm gonna make you scream in a second if you don't put your cock in me" heat and playfulness meet my gaze and I grin back at her working inch by inch to enter her. moaning Stevie tightens her muscles around me in turn making me moan. Maybe on a different night I'd be more insistent on making her beg, it's a game we've played before. She's better at it then me, I give up easily. I'm a man, sue me.

But tonight I'm too damn desperate.

Hard, achy, and close to losing it I start moving inside Stevie. She's already come three times tonight so she focuses on me. Her arms keep me in place, her lips layer soft kisses over my face and neck, her hands play with my chest hair while she whispers to me.