#saanvi:thread011

[samarjaisingh]

Having a wife that was pregnant meant one of two things: she was hungry or she was horny. In between any of the moments she wasn’t either of those things, she was always moody. Samar supposed that meant his petite and pregnant wife was one of any of those three things. Regardless, the last six months had been their own adventure. From finding out that they were having a boy to painting and decorating the baby’s nursery to helping plan his cousin’s wedding; the last half year had been nothing short of exciting. As Samar approached his wife, her favorite cookies in hand, he couldn’t help, but admire her beauty in the simplicity of the moment. How fortunate he was that she loved him and that he was able to stop her before she left him for good. “What did you think of the space?” he asked, referring to the empty showroom he had taken her to see. Samar had plans to open an art gallery there.

[samarjaisingh]

His wife was an absolute goddess and the more he looked at her in her current state, the more he was convinced that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was carrying their child in her belly and the further along she got, the more he loved her. His affection for her doubled and tripled with every passing day. It was insane how much he loved this woman. Samar drank hungrily from her breasts, loving the way they spilled more for him the more he drank that sweet, warm milk. He chuckled low and bit down naughtily on her puffy nipple. "And you do know right? That the more milk is drunk, the more your body will produce. There will be plenty for us both." Yeah, he'd done his research too. "Plus, don't tell me you don't look forward to doing this all... the... time." With every word, he left playful bites along the soft skin of her chest. "I think you need a taste," he murmured, suckling her nipple for a few seconds to draw out her sweet milk before offering up his lips to her own.

During the course of her pregnancy, Saanvi had read up on so many different symptoms and changes that she could expect during these nine months and while she'd skimmed over the chapter that spoke about her hormones changing because she didn't think it would happen to her--clearly it had hit her quite hard. She loved feeling like she was the only woman in the world for him and with the attention he showered her with--she'd never have any doubt in her mind that her husband didn't absolutely love seeing her pregnant. She held his head close to her chest, feeling his lips and tongue all over her breasts, soft moans spilling from her lips while she gently moved her hips, needing him. to know that while his attention was here, she still needed more. A soft chuckle left her at his words though, her hand gently running through his beautiful curly long hair. "You know right? You're going to have to learn to share when the baby comes," she whispered, a smirk on her lips that matched the mischevious glint in her eyes.

[samarjaisingh]

It had been like this constantly since the pregnancy and while Samar was initially taken aback by her forwardness in the matter, he was more than happy to give her exactly what she needed. Saanvi was never one to beg for his attention like this at odd hours, but these days it seemed like now time of the day was off limits if he was close by and the house was relatively empty. That seemed to be more often than not especially with Yuvi's wedding planning and Rohan spending most of his time with Mahi when he wasn't involved with the prior. Samar was then free to ravish his wife whenever she needed his services like now. His length was still semi-hard inside her and the way her tits just dripped so beautifully for him was honestly making it difficult for him not to take her for a second round of lovemaking. Right now, he was savoring the sweet taste of his milk that dripped for him, gushing when he suckled her tit just right. "You have no idea how good this tastes," he mumbled, licking the side of her full breast.

Saanvi let out a deep sigh of satisfaction after a point and couldn't help the grin on her face that was there post his words. "I know you will," she murmured as she pulled him close and gave him a kiss. He made her so horny all the damn time. A part of her blamed her hormones, sure but the truth was--she could never get enough of Samar Jaisingh and made sure he knew it during the course of this pregnancy. She was always needy for him and lucky for her, he was always willing to give her what she wanted. As soon as he pulled away from the kiss and heard his words, she was left smiling at the way he began sucking on her breasts once more. It was enough to get that feeling back in her stomach and with his cock still inside of her--Saanvi knew it was only a matter of time before she begged him to fuck her again. But for now she leaned in his embrace and let him have his way with her, gasping and moaning when the sensations got to be a little too much.

[samarjaisingh]

He let them enjoy that moment of pure bliss as they reveled in what they'd just done. Samar didn't have the heart to pull his cock out of her well-fucked pussy just yet and her breasts were still beckoning him forward with the way they seemed to drip nonstop. "Yeah?" he asked in an amused fashion, "Don't worry. I'll be just as good to you tomorrow night too." It was his little way of teasing her, knowing she'd be begging him to fuck her silly soon enough. If not tomorrow then the day after. "I'm sorry, I just can't ignore them," he announced simply, getting back to one of her breasts and drawing out her sweet milk. He made sure to switch back and forth so both of her luscious tits received ample attention. It was a good chance for her to sit back and relax and let him satisfy this one dirty urge of his.

They were a mess. They both were succumbing to their deepest desires right now thanks to her coaxing him into it--not that he'd needed much incentive. But she knew they were a complete mess and she didn't care. Her husband had satisfied every urge inside of her perfectly and left her breathless as he fucked her so hard and so deep that she couldn't help but scream his name loudly. She felt him use his hands on her breasts and gasped as he continued to just get that milk in his mouth, watching as it hit his beard and dripped down the side of his mouth. Her hand reaching forward, wiping it away before she sucked on her thumb, eagerly wanting a taste of whatever it was that had him looking the way he did right now. It tasted sweet and very--unlike anything she'd had before. "I love you too," she murmured softly as she continued looking back at him and just loving the way they had both truly given into their carnal desires right now. "You were so good to me baby, so good.."

[samarjaisingh]

She was a vision in that moment and Samar could feel himself hanging on by a thread. Saanvi knew how to get him so painfully hard that when he came, it felt like it was endless. No doubt, it would be the same this evening as well. He rocked his hips with hers in a consistent and ruthless manner, letting her feel his cock to the deepest parts of her pussy. Every so often, he felt the head hit against her cervix and it made him thrum with satisfaction. Her desperate plea and that last scream of his name pushed him over the edge and he froze, shuddering against her heaving breasts as he filled her pussy with his hot seed. Her gasped and groaned in pleasure, his hand coming up to massage her heavy tits while he attempted to catch that warm nectar in his mouth. He was sloppy right now, his features wet and coated with her milk while his load overflowed inside her cunt and seeped out slowly around the base of his cock. "Fuck... Saanvi... I love you," he gasped, breathing heavily as he stared at her dripping tits and then up at her satiated facial expression.

She would say his name like a prayer, over and over until it was the only name in her mind, the only name on her lips because he consumed her in that way. Saanvi could barely tell who she was, where they were when she had been fucked into oblivion the way he recently was ensuring she was. It felt so good to be his arms, having every erogenous zone of hers being tapped into. Samar knew just how to touch her, how to suck on her nipple, how to flick her clit to make her scream his name and she couldn't help but do it over and over again. She felt him sucking and licking her dripping nipples and let out another moan at the sensation before nodding at his words, "please--I need it," she gasped as she felt him tugging on her nipple sharply with his teeth, enough for her to cry out his name once more, "SAMAAAR!" If anyone was home and heard them--they'd know exactly what the two of them were up to but she couldn't even bring herself to care right now.

[samarjaisingh]

He swore her screams made his cock harder as they fucked. She felt so good and hearing her cry out his name for him over and over again was just the cherry on top. He released her nipple which still dripped milk. "Yeah?" he growled, "Keep going? Mmm... You like that hm?" His kissed his way across to her other breast in the hopes of getting it to drip for him too. He loved the taste of it and knew that this was so past the point of being vanilla lovemaking, but he didn't care. It turned him on like nothing else and judging by the way she continued to scream his name, it turned his pregnant wife on as well. Her milk began to flow from her other breast too just in time for her to experience that sweet release. Her orgasms were more intense these days. It was probably all the hormones, but Samar didn't care. It only made the sex that much better for them both. "That's it," he muttered, letting his tongue lap up her sweetness that dripped from her tits, his cock still very much inside her pulsating pussy. "Do you want my cum?" he muttered hotly, sucking on one of her wet nipples and tugging gently on it with his teeth.

Saanvi had never known that she had a sub kink inside of her but the moment she'd indulged in this level of intimacy with her husband, it had come out. She loved to please him in whatever way she could and while sometimes she'd also be the one begging for him to do things whenever he gave her any sort of order or request, Saanvi truly bent over backwards to make it happen. She was at his mercy and sometime she had to wonder if he knew to what extent it was. His request came quickly and she only had to smile before saying his name louder now, not caring if anyone actually heart. "Sa--Samar! Oh god yes! There--keep--going," she gasped as he began playing with her overtly sensitive clit, her fingers leaving marks of white on his skin as she held him tightly. Everything he was doing to her now was too much, but it was soon as he moaned against her breast that she felt herself creeping closer to that edge. "Oh--baby, I'm so! So close!" She gasped as she held him closer to her body, loving the incredibly sensations shooting through her at the way he was sucking on her nipple, clearly enjoying himself while she was being drawn closer and closer to that perfect orgasm. "Ye--Yes, I'm--oh Samar, Sa-MAR!"

[samarjaisingh]

he didn't dare let up as he rocked her hips with hers. The added friction of his movement only added to their joint pleasure. His name on her lips was pure bliss, forcing him to release her taut nipple just so he could groan out his next order. "Say it again. Louder jaan..." Nobody was home. Saanvi was so good at making sure they were alone before she started with her flirting and hinting at the idea of making love. He obliged his beautiful wife, bringing his hand down between them to massage her sensitive clit. He brought his lips back down on her tit and was pleased at the way her body finally gave in to his coaxing and he tasted the first few drops of her sweet milk. He moaned at the delicious taste, sucking harder to draw out more of it as they fucked with pure abandon.

Saanvi was absolutely pleased with the way her husband so easily succumbed to her request. The man knew just how to give her what she needed, and what she wanted and she had truly lucked out by having him in her life. She felt him so deep inside of her that it honestly made her curious if he could go even deeper. That question was quickly answered when he pulled her up to switch positions and instructed her to ride him. She felt him so incredibly deep inside that she was left stunned at how positively full one person could be. “Oh—Samar I—“ Saanvi’s words were left incomplete as his hot mouth was on her breasts once more, his lips and tongue positively wrecking havoc on her skin while she held onto his shoulders as carefully as she could before she began to do as he asked—ride him. The rhythm started slow, building up slowly until she was holding him tight enough to leave marks as her body moved rhythmically over his, needing him to hit that spot inside of her, over and over again. “Touch me…please.” 

[samarjaisingh]

There was nothing quite as satisfying as hearing his wife moan for him as he fucked her thoroughly. His Saanvi was the picture perfect addition to their family in regards to every relationship she made; bahu, bhabi, etc. None of them knew what a horny slut she was behind the closed doors of their bedroom. Samar knew. He knew how many times he'd fucked her in the last week alone, all at her coquettish request like tonight. So he gave her what she wanted. His hard cock, ravaging her tight cunt. Her tits bounced beautifully in time with every thrust, mesmerizing him. The man slowed his movements to a gentle stop if only to switch positions. He sat up, bringing her gingerly up with him until she was settled in his lap with his cock back inside her. "Ride me," he ordered, keeping her secure in his strong arms as his mouth descended on one of her full breasts again.

Honestly at this point if he wanted to just use his fingers, Saanvi was alright with that. She just wanted to feel that friction and let that orgasm wash over her. But at the same time--the feeling she got when his cock pushed deep inside her--nothing matched up. He filled her in every single way and she craved that feeling often. "I--yes you're perfect," she whispered as she felt him move away until he was pushing gently inside of her and she nodded quickly, as soon as she felt him get deeper and deeper. It wasn't until he was fully inside of her that she glanced back at him, loving those little kisses he showered her with. "It's perfect...you can go faster and deeper too baby," she reminded him, very well aware that sooner or later, her belly was going to keep growing and this position wouldn't work for them as well as it was right now. But the idea of getting on top of him made her wince because her weight since conception had steadily been creeping up and she didn't want to make him feel it too badly. "Oh god Samar, you're--oh, y--you're so deep," she gasped as she wrapped her arms around him before moving them back to his shoulders, this time gripping him tightly as she moved along with him, feeling that slight burn from the rug beneath her, loving that pleasurable pain it gave her.

[samarjaisingh]

She was soaking wet between her thighs which made fingering her an easy task. His fingers thrusted in and out of her wet pussy at a steady pace. It was a hint at what was to come as his cock remained painfully rigid between them. He would fuck her soon enough, but he was more concerned with making her feel good and judging by the sounds she was making, Saanvi was feeling damn good. “God, so fucking beautiful,” he moaned, “Just… so so perfect.” He heard her request and nodded, reluctantly moving away from her breasts to tower over her. He was careful as he positioned himself between her legs and brought the head of his cock to her soaked slit. Samar pushed forward gently, letting his cock disappear into her depth slowly at first. He would allow himself to speed up his movements once she told him she was ready for him to do so. “Is that okay, sweetheart?” he muttered, leaning down to press kisses upon her neck and shoulders and the top of her breasts.

There was something absolutely intoxicating to Saanvi to be able to watch her husband stroking his cock as he stared at her. He looked like she was the only woman he'd ever want this intimately and that was all Saanvi needed to feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. She knew he had a past, and so did she--but that didn't change anything when they were together. From the moment they'd gotten married, especially the second time--they had belonged solely to one another. She knew he'd never hurt her and she hoped he knew that she'd die before letting anything come for him. Saanvi smiled as he took her hand and joined her on that rug of theirs that had been dry cleaned more times than she could even remember at this point. Before she could even say another word, his hands were on her. She loved the feeling of his skin touching hers, as if reminding himself that all of her belonged to him. Saanvi was about to urge him to do something more but before she could say anything--his lips were on her breast and she let out another moan at the contact. "Yes--oh god Samar," she whispered as she ensured he didn't stop. When she felt his hands at her thighs, she easily parted them, eager to feel some sort of friction there as well while she focused on his mouth sucking on her, her own hand massaging her other breast, giving it some much needed attention before she turned to him and sighed, "I want you inside me baby--I'm already so wet..."

[samarjaisingh]

He took his cock into his hand, stroking it momentarily as he watched his wife lay upon the plush rug in their bedroom. It wasn’t the first time they’d ever made love on it, but no one other than them knew the dirty things they’d done on it in the past. He took her hand that she had outstretched to him, joining her on the soft rug beside her. He couldn’t help, but caress her beautiful body, letting his large hand wander her thighs, mound, that beautiful belly, before coming up to those soft globes. He massaged them both before cupping one and latching on to suck on her tit. Samar let out a hum of satisfaction, loving the way it felt to have her in his mouth like this. His free hand pushed her thighs apart so he might be able to touch her pussy and play with her.

Saanvi might be proper for the outside world, and even here in private she may not easily be able to vocalize what she needed from him but he always understood her actions and that was enough for her. Because the way he took charge and began pushing himself deeper into her mouth was making her needy for even more. She could feel him reaching the back of her throat, her eyes beginning to water slightly as she slurped and loved every bit of this. He was so thick in her mouth, it easily made her eager for when he'd finally be deep inside of her. A groan left her lips when he pulled her away from his cock, a small pout on her lips as she cleaned some of the saliva from her lips and stared up at him. She did as he asked, watching as he quickly got her free from all her extra clothing and had to gasp when he let his fingers brush ever so gently against her nipples. "Oh god.." That little touch could get her so breathless within seconds, how was she going to take it when he was deep inside of her, fucking her until she would see stars? Still Saanvi quickly did as he asked, or well as quickly as she could with her baby belly. Lowering herself to the ground, until her arms stretched out, eager for him to join her.

[samarjaisingh]

That was all he needed to hear to take over in that moment. Samar grabbed her hair to hold her in place as he fucked his wife’s sweet mouth. It was warm and wet, almost reminiscent of how her delectable pussy would feel when he would fuck her soon enough. Samar made sure to watch her as she obediently took everything he would give her. It got to a point where he found her expert tongue almost too much to bear. If he let her, she would continue to suck and slurp until he came down her throat, but he thought this all started as a way to give her the satisfaction she needed. He had to tug on her hair once more, the sound of her releasing his cock with a gentle pop making him groan quietly. His length was glistening with her saliva, standing erect for her now. 

“Please get up,” he muttered, helping her to her feet once again so he could finish undressing her. The silly bottoms and panties and the bra were gone quickly, the couple finally naked for one another. He let his fingers brush against her hard nipples, the man licking his lips in anticipation. “Rug. Now.” He had to get his cock inside her and his mouth on her sensitive tits.

His praise was just what she needed in that moment. Saanvi had a praise kink that her husband had discovered quite early on in their relationship and he knew just how to get her even more excited. Even now as she heard his words, she began taking in more of his length, inch by inch, loving the way she could hear his breathless words. She pulled away this time with a pop before looking back up at him, needing to catch her breath before she took hold of his hands and placed them in her hair, "do what you need...I want it," she whispered before reclaiming her favourite position. Her hands were on his hips while she took in more of his length, her eyes on him as she did it--trying to ensure he got the message and got himself closer to the edge. The sooner he'd do that, the sooner he'd be sliding between her legs giving her what she craved.

[samarjaisingh]

He did his best to divert her focus away from the anxieties she might have been experiencing regarding being parents and focus on the moment at hand. She clearly needed his attention desperately and Samar was willing to offer her that. They would cross the bridge regarding parenting when they got to it. Right now, it was more about a husband giving his wife the pleasure she so rightfully deserved. Saanvi clearly knew what he needed as well, deciding quickly that it was time to get her mouth around his hardening cock. He was overwhelmed as he always was when she did this. Did he continue massaging his tender breasts or slide his hands through her waves to push her head forward so she may take more of his length down her throat. "That's... mmm... That's good, jaan. Keep going... You're so good at that..." His words were breathless, but he knew how well she responded to such encouragement.

Her apprehension was one of the reasons she really liked the idea of him having the art gallery. It would give him something else to focus on during those first couple of months with their little Uday, that maybe her lack of presence around him might not be too noticeable. Saanvi had read through enough blogs and forums and books that she knew what was awaiting her as soon as their son came into the world. Sleepless nights, or nights where she'd be up every couple of hours and would just stay in the nursery despite missing her husband, all to ensure she didn't disturb his sleep. She wasn't upset about it or anything, but she knew she'd miss being around him at all times.

"I hope so," she whispered back before she felt his lips on her and let out a soft moan at the way his kiss made her feel. Every inch of her body felt like it was on fire thanks to his flame and she loved it. "I love you too baby," she whispered before getting to work on her gorgeous man. A few moments passed with her just simply using her hands until finally she leaned forward and used her tongue to swirl around the tip, tasting that hint of precum before she let her lips come around him, bopping along slowly while his hands came up to squeeze her already extremely sensitive breasts. She moaned around his cock, almost pushing her body into his hand more to get him to continue his actions.

[samarjaisingh]

He could see the uncertainty in her eyes about what was to come, but Samar had no doubt in his mind that she was going to be okay. Would there be difficult days? Of course. He didn’t expect every day to be a walk in the park, but he also knew that they weren’t alone and that their support system would be there with them every step of the way to make sure they were doing okay. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be an amazing mother.” To prove his sincerity with these words, Samar kissed her lips, pouring every ounce of love into the action. “I love you, Saanu,” he murmured against her lips, the sound of his zip being undone and his jeans being pushed down bringing his gaze downward. She was an expert at pleasing him by now, the feel of her hand on his cock making him hiss quietly. He too couldn’t help himself, his hand coming up to cup and squeeze her full breast.

A tiny pout was on Saanvi's face when she realized that it might not always stay that way. "Shayad hamesha aisa na ho," she said with a pointed glance at her baby bump. That was the truth thought, wasn't it? Their son was going to need a lot of her attention and there was so much that she was secretly afraid of where that was concerned. Would she be able to give her husband the attention he deserved from her? Would she be able to remain the same wife he knew and loved? It was probably why she was always so needy for him during this time because at least for right now--she only had him to focus on and could give him all the love they both desired. Saanvi's eyes were on him as he gestured to how all of him was for her and couldn't deny the way it made her bite her lip. He was perfect and he was all hers. She chuckled at his words because he was absolutely right with what he'd said. But more than anything she loved going slow, knowing how impatient he could be as she undid the button and zipper and slid his pants down, ensuring his boxers went down with the pants. "So eager--and you were making fun of me being needy all the time," she tsked before her hands wrapped around him, moving gently up and down, her eyes on him to see exactly how he reacted to her touch.

[samarjaisingh]

“You only have eyes for me and that’s exactly how I want it to be always.” He smiled lovingly at his wife, enjoying the sight of her without that silly dress covering her beautiful figure. Samar thought she looked beautiful before, but nowadays she was practically radiant. “It’s all for you na, jaan? Tera hi sab kuch.” To emphasize that point, he directed her dainty hands even lower on his pants so she could feel just how excited she was making him already. It never took Samar very long to be standing upright for his wife, but when she touched it, it almost always sped up the process. “You know what to do. It’s how you wound up like this in the first place.” Samar enjoyed teasing his proper little wife at her own expense, but even the process of getting pregnant had been rigorous. Not because it was difficult for them, but because the couple never spared even one opportunity to “practice”. 

"Arre baba, my attention is always on you anyways...tumhe kabhi kabhi toh pata bhi nahi hota hoga, lekin meri nazar hamesha sirf tumhe hi dhoondhti rehti hai." It was strange how when she was younger and she'd hear older woman speaking like this about their early days of marriage, she'd laugh and think it would never happen to her but here she was--over a year already married to the most wonderful man and still sometimes feeling like a brand new bride with him. Saanvi let him help her up, silently feeling like she was getting heavier by the day, something that she was often trying to stop thinking about--lest it put her in a bad mental state. But then he had her anarkali top off within seconds and she was not thinking about anything but her gorgeous husband once more. "You're always so...beautiful to look at. Like a sculpture, but just for me to touch," she mumbled, aware at how ridiculous her words may sound now. Leaning in she began kissing his chest, her lips pressed against his heart before she rested her hands at his sides, sliding them towards the front of his pants, eager to undo the button and zipper and push them off.

[samarjaisingh]

Samar should have known he was a goner from the second he met her, but it took that mind-blowing honeymoon for them to realize that they were pretty much a perfect fit. And even then, he was working hard to convince himself that this would never last. Oh how wrong he was. His Saanu had him wrapped around her finger and there was no escaping how desperately in love with her he was. "Nope, I want all your attention on me right now," he responded, the timbre of his voice lowering as he removed her top. Samar took her hands in his own and brought her to her feet so he could undress her completely. "Be my guest," he nodded, more than happy to let her undress him as well. The quicker they got naked, the quicker he could claim her this evening. He allowed her the chance to get his shirt off before he too got back to work removing her pants.

When Saanvi had first received the proposal from Samar's mother--she could recall how strange it sounded to her, the idea of an arranged marriage in this day and age. Oh wait--it wasn't an arranged marriage, it had been more of a contract marriage. Still she'd agreed, the thought of him embarking in such a relationship with another not quite sitting well with her. Of course at that time she hadn't even known why she didn't like the idea and how different their relationship would turn out but she wouldn't want to trade it for anything. Falling for Samar Jaisingh had been so natural that she would want to relive their story every single time. When Samar began to take the cookies away from her, she gave him a small pout, "I absolutely could've had another one while you undress me," she mumbled before feeling his fingers brushing against her body instantly making her shiver. How was it that one simple touch from this man could cause such a reaction in her body? "But yes--let's get both of us naked please," she said, this time reaching for his shirt herself, eager to take a look at her beautiful man in all his glory.

[samarjaisingh]

Saanvi really loved the role she played in their family. It suited her well. Whether it was Rohan's existential meltdowns or their mother questioning what outfit to wear to the latest charity function or even reassuring Samar that he was on the right path still, Saanvi knew exactly what to say. She was magic that way, the glue that really kept this family together during recent dark times. It was partially why Samar was so adamant that he give her everything she wanted. She gave him happiness during a time when he wasn't sure he could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Now, here they were, finally turning the page on all that. He was going to cherish her every single chance he could get. If that meant giving her passionate sex any time she was in the mood then so be it. "Okay, but let's maybe put the cookies away," he laughed quietly, setting the plate aside to keep her focus solely on him. "And let's maybe get you naked?" his hands brushed along her sides and along the swell of her breasts before floating back down to begin undressing her slowly.

Saanvi couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped her this time at his question. "Of course, iss ghar ki badi bahu hoon, mujhe toh sab ki khabar rakhni paregi na?" And honestly--she thrived in her role. She enjoyed her outings with her mother-in-law, supporting her with her charity work and even indulging in some of the parties, and she loved teasing her brother-in-law about when he would finally pop the question to his beautiful girlfriend and of course she loved being the wife of the most amazing man. But right now--all those hobbies of hers were pushed to the side because all she wanted was to be satisfied by her husband. "That's a very good answer," she told him as he kissed her, her words swallowed mostly by his mouth. The truth was she knew she was getting larger by the day, her belly definitely protruding out with their son tucked safely inside and so often she didn't feel quite as sexy as she once was but his words, and the fact that he never strayed from giving her what she wanted helped considerably. "Ooh, as comfortable as the bed is," she murmured before looking back at him, "the rug reminds me of our honeymoon...on the floor baby," she whispered as she kissed him once more, her emotions and hormones getting heightened now.