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Emily: Laying herself forward, they're skin-to-skin as she stretches out on top of him; basking in the warmth now provided for her. Lips press hard against her husband's, feeling a sense of urgency in the contact. "Five rounds is nothing." she giggled against his lips; fingers brushing through his hair, sliding down to scrape through his scruff. "We'll keep arguing about this all night if we don't stop...care to call for a truce?" she asked, words cut off by groan when teeth made contact with her lip.

Stephen: Having Emily's naked body pressing against his own was heaven. Always had been and always would be. A please hum vibrated through the kiss as nails scraped over his scalp and scruff. "Truce." He submitted to the physical feelings she was putting his body through.

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Emily: Moments like these? She treasured. Schedules were busy; both of them working different hours as of late. Time to just...be with one another was too rare for Emily's liking. Hearing Stephen's laughter, she grinned at the sound; never growing tired of hearing it. "If I had it my way we'd go five more rounds." warm skin against her middle makes her moan; the combination with his hands had her whimpering. "I love you more." she whispered, kissing his nose.

Stephen: "Five more rounds is a lot." He chuckled and moved his hands up into blonde hair, tangling fingers between strands, before pulling the woman's lips to his own for a passionate kiss. "Not possible." He whispered into Emily's mouth before dragging his teeth across her lower lip.

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Emily: When he turns his head her lips are there to meet his own; connecting in a heated kiss that shot straight to her core. Her heart pounded wildly, love for the man whose lips were on hers growing by the second. "Isn't that the point?" she whispered with a giggle. "I love you." pressing her forehead to his, her breath catches as she inhales; so in love, so happy, so addicted to the man whose lips she wasn't ever able to get enough of.

Stephen: The kiss was full of passion and unrushed. It wasn't often they had time to lay around and just be with each other anymore. Laughter filled the room after they parted and she spoke. "I don't know, think you can handle another round?" He teased, hands finding their way back to her ass again, pulling her hips down against his own. "I love you too, babygirl."

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Emily: "Mm." mumbling softly, nibbles along his jaw, leaving little pink marks in her wake that couple with the scratch marks now adorning his back. Given they were keeping their relationship and marriage on the down-low, she needed to mark him in some way. Scratching was her way of doing just that; taking pride in knowing those marks would be visible during shirtless scenes. "I'll show just enough to drive you crazy." fingers trail down his stomach, brushing over the tops of his thigh, just grazing his cock. "Just enough to make you ache for me."

Stephen: Everything the woman above him did drove him crazy. He had never been so in love with a person before. Emily was his best friend and lover which made every act effortless. She was his home. The marks left on skin would be worn with pride and a smirk. "You're gonna get me hard again." He chuckled, turning his head just enough to kiss her.

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Emily: "Only kind of weird I ever want to be." she'd never met a man who accepted her for who she was, loving all the quirky things that made Emily...well, Emily. He never judged, never made her feel uncomfortable for being who she is. If anything, he made her feel more comfortable in her own skin. Nails curl, digging into his skin, leaving little scratch marks as her own way of marking her territory. Not that anyone would see them, but she knew they were there and that's all that mattered. Another moan escapes her, his hands all over her was all she ever wanted, all the damn time. "Mm...videos. Lots of videos. Pictures, too." more access gave her more to kiss, lips alternating between delivering soft kisses and teeth sneaking in little nibbles. "I miss you as soon as you leave me."

Stephen: Nails leaving marks would be great for Olivers shirtless scenes! Without a doubt everyone would wonder who the hell left them which would prompt amusement from their pretty much hidden marriage. Moans only encouraged his actions, fingers pressing harder against skin during their wandering. “Teasing pictures. Don’t show it all but a little bit of skin.” Mostly because he was afraid of wandering eyes whenever they were apart. “Unless you know I’m alone.” Because her body was for him alone. He moaned at the feeling of her teeth in his skin.

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Emily: Playfully, her eyes roll at him. "Because I'm weird? I don't know, husband." feeling him arch into her touch made her smile, nails dragging against his skin a little harder, letting him feel the sensation as her fingers move up and down. "Mm, good." she chuckled, nose nuzzling against his own. "Maybe you need your vision checked then?" another tease, a low moan rumbling from the back of her throat when his hands squeeze her ass. "Mm...good point. I need to make videos for you, too. Hate when you're not around. I miss you when you're gone." she whispers, lips peppering his cheeks and jaw in soft kisses.

Stephen: "You are weird. My kinda weird!" It's not every day a woman was as vocal about things as Emily which was a breath of fresh air; even if others would think of it as weird. Stephen was happy to have the blonde as his own. Nails against his skin was one of the biggest turn ons. Another moan was bit back as they dug in a little harder. Fingers massaged her ass gently before one hand left to trail up Emily's bare back, slowly running over every ridge in her spine. "Photos. Videos. All are appreciated." He smirked and rolled his head to the side to give her more skin to kiss. "I miss you even when you're just across town."

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Emily: There was no way for her to hide the smile taking over her lips when she hears his response. In a way, she was proud they were one another's 'first in a while.' "Is it...weird that knowing that makes me happy?" cause seriously, it did. Fingers slowly descend over his stomach, crawling back up toward his chest, nails ever-so lightly scraping against his skin. "Mm...if you do watch me? No touching, no helping." lips press against his jaw, moving back and toward his ear. "You're not allowed to do anything...but watch me make myself come all over my fingers." words are whispered in a heated breath against his ear, teeth nibbling on skin just beneath his ear. Smiling at the affection he showed her palm, butterflies attack her stomach; a sense of happiness she'd never been able to find until her husband washing over her for the millionth time today. "Oh really? Good to know." bringing her lips to his, she steals a quick kiss. "Might as well throw all my toys out then, huh? Don't need them when I have you."

Stephen: “Why is that weird? We’re together so I imagine it would.” He would be concerned if it didn’t make her happy. The nails against his chest caused him to arch into the touch ever so slightly with a lazy smile. “I can handle those rules.” He nodded eagerly. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Even with clothes on but that went without saying. Hands moved back to Emily’s ass, squeezing it gently before fingers as she whispered in his ear. “You’ll need those toys when I can’t be around to fuck you.” Often work took them to separate cities which sucked, but that was life.

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Emily: "I haven't. I haven't done...much of anything...with others in...a long, long time. Well over a year, actually." her own shoulders shrugged. Having Stephen be her first in a long time was inexplicably gratifying. If she had it her way...he'd be her first everything. "I like getting you off. I like getting off with you. I like you watching me get myself off." she kissed him back, hand shoving his chest after he rolled his yes at her. "Don't roll your eyes at me, butthead!" she hummed again; Stephen's touch sending waves of electric current through her veins, bringing her arousal back to the forefront. "Living sex toy. Was that in our vows somewhere?"

Stephen: Stephen pursed his lips as she admitted something intimate about herself, something he didn’t know. It was empowering and proud to know. “I haven’t even slept with Cass in years so you’re the first for me in a while.” He wasn’t even attracted to Cass after everything about her lies started coming to the surface. A moan was bit back as she began talking about getting each other and selves off. “You want me to watch you get yourself off, baby girl?” He would not be opposed AT ALL! Laughing, he grabbed her wrist as she pushed him down and brought the same hand to his mouth to kiss her palm. “It was one of those read between the lines kind of thing in our vows. I’m here to please you. I want you to sexually abuse me, baby.” Fingers squeezed her thigh with the hand still trailing up and down.

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Emily: Staring down at him, teeth sink into her bottom lip. He made her laugh, made her feel like the sexist woman alive, made her feel loved and wanted. Every time she looked at him she fell harder for him; her love for him all-consuming. "I'm a little rusty." she admits in a shy voice, fingers tracing shapes along his chest. "So bear with me, okay? I'll give you all the dirty talk you want. All of it." she chuckles, staring down at her husband in amazement. How did she get so damn lucky? "Stephen, I could get off on the things you say to me alone." seriously, she could. The things he said to her - whether by text or otherwise - made her wet. "No, I'm lucky to have a husband who doesn't judge me for how often I want sex and is willing to do...pretty much whatever I want. Not to mention he loves me...which is an added perk." she teases with a giggle.

Stephen: "I like knowing you're rusty. Just means you haven't been doing it with others." Shoulders shrugged. No one wanted to hear their lady was off talking dirty to someone else or had been right before they got together. The fingers across his chest brought on a sense of calm. "I like when you get off. It's one of my favorite things." He leaned up to kiss her quickly before laying back down. "Yeah, the love thing is a good perk." Eyes rolled playfully as hands moved from knee to waist then up Emily's torso before ghosting back down to her knees again. "Just consider me your living sex toy."

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Emily: Emily whimpered when her husband pulled out of her, already missing the feel of him nestled inside of her tight walls. She longed for him the second he left, craving the intimacy that came with him being within her in a way that was reserved for him and him alone. “Oh, baby…I babbled about how much I loved it a while ago. I meant it. Give me all the rough fuckings all the time.” Humming to herself she kissed as much as skin as she could, eyes following his hand between her legs, moaning when he covered his finger in their cum and licked it off. “Whenever I want? Baby, that’s a dangerous sentence. You’ll get dirty talk all the time if that’s the case.” she teased in a singing voice, her own finger following suit, humming again as she licked her digit clean; moaning at the combined taste of them. Walking around the end of the couch she sits down onto him, straddling his waist, finding him far more comfortable than any cushion. “Are you kidding me?” she asked with a soft laugh, hands planted against his bare chest. “I have a ridiculously high sex drive. I want it like five times a day. Of course I’m up for it.” Leaning down, lips catch his own. “Fuck me anytime you want…however many times you want, baby…I always want you…you have no idea how badly I crave you all the time.”

Stephen: Laughing, Stephen watched as Emily rounded the sofa and perched on his waist. Laying down was definitely a good thing when he got this kind of view. Looking up at the blonde, the under side of her tits in his eye line, was sexy. “Not dangerous at all. I wish you’d talk dirty to me more.” Brows wagged. “I love hearing how you want it, where you want it, I love you telling me what to do.” Hands moved to rest on the tops of her thighs rubbing them gently as he smiled up to her. “Damn, I’m lucky.” The smile on his face showed he was serious about the words. “Falling in love with a woman who has a high sex drive and understands me? Doesn’t get better then that.”

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Emily: Her cries grew louder with his relentlessness; the pounding of skin against skin making the atmosphere feel carnal, primal. Feeling Stephen come inside of her was nearly enough to bring her to the edge all over again knowing he filled her in a way no other man ever would. She’d never trusted another man to not wear protection, making what she had with her husband special. Her chest heaved, lungs desperate for proper amounts of air. Sweat made her skin glisten under the dim lighting in her apartment, a smile on her lips when she heard her husband’s words. “Don’t get me wrong…I love when you make love to me.” Her small hands rest atop his, head turning so her nose can nuzzle against the side of his face. “I’ll never grow tired of it…but there at times – like tonight – where I want you to just fuck me. Can we have this more often, please?” cradling his face with her hand, lips lay soft kisses against the side of his face. “Baby, I’m not even sure I can walk.” She giggled, voice hoarse from how loud he had her. “And I need another shower.” Her nose scrunched, feeling sweat roll down her back, blonde locks clinging to her forehead. “Please be dirty with me more often. I crave this side of you so badly. I want more of it…please.”

Stephen: As soon as breathing turned to normal and heart rate was no longer higher than it should be, Stephen’s grip loosened. Slowly, the man stood and allowed his dick to fall from between the warmth of his wife’s pussy. The temperature difference caused a slight shiver but it was delicious none the less. “We can have this as often as you want. I just wasn’t sure you’d like it.” Truth was a lot of women claimed to love this kind of thing but got mad when it took place. Lips were licked as lips brushed his cheek. “You don’t need a shower.” Chuckling, he moved a hand between her thighs to gather up some of their combined cum on his fingers. “Talk dirty to me and you’ll get it whenever you want.” The fingers were sucked dry between lips before Stephen moved to throw himself across her couch, an arm behind his head, feet crossed at his ankles propped up on the other side. “No shower. Not yet. I want to fuck you again in a bit.” Stephen stretched his back by arching it up. “If you’re up for it.”

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Emily: Emily was thankful Stephen’s arms were looped around her tightly; knowing that if they weren’t she’d surely collapse from the pleasure radiating in her core, spreading out to fill her from head to toe. Beads of sweat bubbled along her hairline; long trails rolling down her back, mixing with water that hadn’t dried quite yet post-shower. Lifting her leg up to rest on the back of the couch she opened herself more to her husband, wanting him to fill her as deeply as he possibly could. She was so fucking close; the pull in her core beginning to become unbearable, coil winding impossibly tight. Baby blues meet with darkened hues, fingers cupping the side of his face, kissing him back with the same ferocity and passion she was met with – giving her all to him in every single way she possibly could. Stephen’s words were the cause of her undoing; her husband knowing just how much she loved when he came inside of her, filling her completely in a way that no one else ever had or ever would. “I make myself dripping wet thinking about you.” How was she even speaking? He was fucking her so hard words felt s out of reach. “I fucked myself in the shower before you got here. The thought of you was too much.” She whined, feeling the pressure growing in her middle, walls clamping around her husband’s cock the more he pounded, the more he filled her. “I want you to fill me, baby. Claim me. Remind me who I belong to.” An explosion erupted in her stomach, the orgasm stealing her breath away. Loudly she cried out, little moans growing into long, loud sounds. She arches her back, pressing herself into her husband, legs trembling as she comes; walls clenching tightly as the waves wash over her, her cum coating her husband’s cock. “Cum for me, baby. Please. Fill me. Fucking fill me.”

Stephen: Every moment passed was one that built the pressure even more. Fingers gripped flesh and hair, lips parted in an attempt to suck in the oxygen lungs screamed for, hips slammed against others hard and fast needing release, wanting to bring her released. The words falling from Emily’s mouth sent a jolt right through his dick causing the man to practically whine. God he loved her. “I love when you talk dirty to me.” He loved when she did dirty things to him too. Lips were licked as they suddenly became dry even through the rest of his body was slick with sweat. The heat building between bodies mixed with the smell of their sex was almost too much. All it took was Emily’s falling over the edge for Stephen to follow suit. Hands fell to the sofa on either side of the woman’s slender body, holding on for dear life, as he fucked her relentlessly in his last seconds. Coating his cock with her cum before releasing his own deep within her walls. Thick hot ropes spurt into her belly. Hips continued to rock, riding out their orgasms, before Stephen carefully laid his chest against Emily’s wet back - arms still holding himself up. “Fucking hell.” He panted, still in need of oxygen. His heart pounded, chest heaved, legs trembled. “Why don’t we fuck more often?” chuckling, he ran his tongue along the back of his wife’s shoulder, licking up some of her sweat. “I love it dirty with you.”

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Emily: Somehow she managed a laugh before a loud moan took over, falling past her plump lips and into the air around them. One hand followed Stephen's between her thighs, the other gripping the back of the couch to keep herself steady; knees trembling with threat to give way from how hard she was being fucked right now - a feat she'd never complain about. She loved when her husband made love to her - the tenderness he showed made her feel every ounce of love for him, her heart opening up even more every time he laid her down into bed. But, goddamn did she love when he got rough, when we went hard, when she limped the next day because she was sore. "I love when you fuck me like this." nails dig into the skin of his arm, hips pushing back to meet with his hard thrusts. "I love when you remind me who I belong to, who my pussy belongs to." she cried out, words breathy and unsteady as they leave her lips. "All yours. I'm all yours. Just like that, baby. Don't stop. Pleasepleasedon'tstop." her stomach twists into knots hearing his low voice, moans growing louder as they leave her lips. Her head falls back when teeth meet her skin, the pinching bordering on unbearable, knees trembling underneath her, threatening to give way. "So fucking good."

Stephen: A burst of pride started in Stephen’s belly and flowed through limbs bringing a smile to his face and tightening the grip his arms had on the woman. With as hard as he was fucking her from behind there was no doubt her legs were probably getting weak. His cock throbbed in tight wet heat and eyes rolled back in his head. A thin sheen of sweat began to bead along skin causing a new friction between their bodies. “Cum on me, Emily.” His words were deep, throaty, and borderline a moan. His hand abandoned her breast in favor of tangling in blonde locks to force her head to the side. Blue eyes sought out a like pair before he kissed her hard and passionately. Teeth bit at the woman’s lower lip as he pulled back. Fingers began to rub her clit from side to side fast as hips relentlessly pounded from behind. Loins tightened, stomach knotted, heart pounded, lungs gasped for air, meaning he was close to shooting his essence inside of her belly. “I’m going to fill you up.” Eyes fluttered in an attempt to stay open against the lust filled passion wanting them to close. “I want you to feel every inch of me.” For Stephen there was nothing more territorial then cumming in your woman, filling her with your seed. “I cum for you at home when you’re not here.” He continued to talk through pants. “Right here.” Hips began jerky in movement with how close to the edge he was. “I fuck myself thinking about you in every room. Only you.”

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Emily: When only his tip remained within her she was half-tempted to push herself back against him just to have him fully nestled back inside of her. Her wish was answered when her husband filled her completely, a gasp caught in the back of her throat from the force at which his hips moved to fill her once again. Leaning herself back she presses into his chest, fingers gripping the back of his head, lips hovering against his own; just close enough to tease him. "You love my tight pussy, don't you?" she whispered, teeth taking his bottom lip between pearly whites, nibbling softly. "Fuck me, please." any words formed at the tip of her tongue were choked back; hard, quick thrusts stole away her ability to think, let alone speak. Fingers grip the edge of the couch so tightly her knuckles begin to turn white, eyes falling shut. Every thrust brought him deep inside of her, allowing her to feel every inch of him, sending her pleasure to the highest heights.

Stephen: “I love everything about you. Your tight pussy is top 3 though.” He snickered before moaning as his lip was taken between teeth. Fuck he loved this woman! As he pounded into her from behind, a hand moved to grasps one of the bouncing breasts before the other moved so fingers could press against the bundle of nerves between her folds. “I love fucking you!” Making love to her was top of the list too, but this… this was bliss. “Your pussy is mine.” He husked in her ear. Every slam of their hips sent a throb of pleasure through his swollen member. Never had he felt so hard before. It was almost painful but in the best way. Teeth grazed her shoulder before biting down lightly right as fingers pinched both her nipple and clit.

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Emily: There were nights for romance, nights for taking things slow and feeling one another out. For slow kisses and wandering hands. Tonight? Was not one of those nights. Between the two of them there was so much pent up frustrating, so much yearning for one another there was no such thing as slow. Not under the circumstances currently leading them to where they were currently. Eyes drink in the sight of her naked husband; her plump bottom lip taken in-between her teeth, nibbled on as she wandered over what was hers and hers alone - skin only her eyes were allowed to see. There was no such thing as holding back her moan as her husband bent her forward and over the couch, a giggle elicited when his hand smacks her ass. Knowing her husband was watching she dipped her hand between her thighs, fingers rubbing at her pussy, giving him a show she knew he'd appreciate. Sliding two fingers between her folds she takes the digits into her mouth, sucking off arousal coating her finger tips. "Always your good girl - fuck." she cried out, feeling his lengthy cock pushing into her tight heat. Fingers clutch a pillow within her grasp, his size stretching her, eyes falling shut from how good it felt to have him inside of her again. "Please fuck me." she whispered, reaching her hand back in attempt to find him. "I want you to fuck me so hard, baby...please. Please wreck me." she pleaded; needed more than anything to feel him pounding into her.

Stephen: Eyes drew to the fingers dipping between folds, rubbing the smooth skin, before sucking them between lips. Damn. That was fucking hot. It took a minute for Stephen’s brain to function again before he moved his cock into place. Hands rested on the woman’s slender waist, waiting for the go ahead, with darkened hues. God he wanted to fuck her so damn hard. “Fuck, baby.” He moaned at her words. Dirty talk was one of the mans biggest turn ons. He loved it. More then he wanted to admit. Fingers held hipbones tight as he pulled his hips back to the point only his tip was inside her pussy before ramming them forward, causing the actress’ body to rock forward against the couch. The tight walls squeezing his thick girth lead to eyes rolling back in his head. A feeling he would forever cherish. “You feel so good around my dick, babe.” After those words he gave into the animalistic desires clawing at his cock and began to pound into her pussy as hard and fast as he could in their current positions.

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Emily: "I'm all yours. Only yours." His possessiveness only made her arousal grow; the world rolling out of his mouth in the form of a growl making her stomach twist into knots, walls clamping down around his finger. A moan is released when he bites down onto her sensitive flesh, nails scraping lightly against the back of his neck. Slowly she stroked his full length; thumb brushing over the head of his cock, lips parting to allow his tongue access into her mouth. Hips thrusting in response to the flick against her sensitive clit, fingers lightly tugging on his hair, falling down to his shirt, tugging now at the fabric, wanting it off of him.

Stephen: Who needed romance before a fuck? Apparently not Emily and Stephen. To be fair, they had done the romance making love a few times and now release was in order. Hips jerked towards the hand giving his girth attention, a sole finger worked between folds, as the man devoured his wife’s kiss… wanting more. It wasn’t until his shirt was tugged at that the actor pulled away. A step back was taken to put them out of arms reach of one another, a smirk very much present on his face, as he pulled the shirt over his head and quickly pushed off his sweatpants. Once bare, he took a hold of her hand and moved her to the living room, bending her over the back of the couch and moving to stand behind her. “You have such an amazing ass.” A swat was given to one cheek before he grabbed both to spread them apart to get a good look at her pussy. “God, I’ve missed that.” Was mumbled to himself. A hand stroked his cock a few times just gazing at her glistening folds before he took a step forward to place his tip at her entrance. She was his. It had been too long since he reminded her of that. “You’re such a good girl.” Lips were licked as he slowly pushed his hips forward, watching his cock disappear into her tight wet cunt. With ever inch taken lids grew heavy with lust and desire. Moaning as walls squeezed his girth, Stephen stopped once he was all the way inside to give Emily a minute to adjust. “I want to fuck you so hard right now.” He admitted just waiting for her okay.

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Emily: "I'm always wet for you." she hadn't bothered with panties since they'd started dating. Finding more often than not they were wet because of him, for him. Nowadays they were just a nuisance given how badly and how often she yearned for her husband. Smiling against his mouth at his words, small fingers dip below the band of his sweats. Emily moans when she feels how hard he is for her, whimpering as her fingers wrap around his length, beginning to stroke slowly, teasingly. Her other hand cups the back of his head, urging the kiss into a deeper territory, moaning against his mouth when tight walls are introduced to a single digit, thighs parting even more to give him all the access to her pussy he craved.

Stephen: “Only me.” He growled against her lips before biting her lower one softly. Marks would be left on his wife’s body but not somewhere hard to cover up… like a mouth. As cool fingers met heated flesh Stephen hissed softly but didn’t stop his own actions. “You’re so tight.” Lips parted just enough to roll his tongue against a like pair in an attempt to deepen the kiss. His finger pulled out from between walls and trailed to the swollen bundle of nerves to flick it playfully before rubbing it in circles.