WARNING: 18+ only, SMUT, Cunninlings, Slight Degradation, Slight Somnophilia, Missionary, Doggystyle, Overstimulation, etc.
PAIRINGS: Black OC x Modern AU Smoke
SYNOPSIS: After a brutal twelve-hour shift, Smoke finally drags himself home, tie loose, shoulders wrecked, just needing his wife’s arms to make the day disappear. The house is dark, and she’s already out cold, curled up in that nightie he can never resist. One tired smile later, exhaustion takes a back seat—he’s waking her up, because some nights the only thing that fixes everything is her.
Requested by @dashhoney25
The house was quiet when Smoke stepped inside, the late hour pressing down on him like the weight of his suit jacket. He loosened his tie with one hand, the other dragging his briefcase across the floor. The clock on the wall glowed 10:30, reminding him how long the day had stretched.
But the moment he pushed open the bedroom door, the heaviness shifted.
She was sprawled across the bed, tangled in the sheets, wearing one of his favorite nighties—the short one that always made his chest tighten just a little. The soft fabric clung to her in all the right places, her hair spilling across the pillow like she’d been waiting for him until sleep finally won.
His eyes softened, his lips curved into a smile that was equal parts admiration and relief.
“Damn,” he whispered to himself. “My pretty baby… knocked out waiting up for me all night.”
He sat carefully on the edge of the bed, not wanting to wake her just yet. For a long moment, he simply admired her—the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the faint crease between her brows that always appeared when she was dreaming. He reached out, brushing his fingers gently through her hair, letting the strands slip between his knuckles. Then he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss against her temple.
Reluctantly, he stood, peeling off his suit piece by piece until it lay in a neat pile on the chair. The hot shower washed away the stress of the day, steam curling around him as he thought about her waiting for him, even in sleep.
When he returned, the room was dim, the only light spilling from the hallway. A towel hung low around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. He paused at the doorway, watching her again, before a mischievous grin spread across his face.
“Alright,” he said softly, his voice carrying a playful edge now. “I let you sleep long enough.”
He climbed onto the bed carefully, the mattress dipping under his weight. Leaning close, he let his lips hover near her ear.
“Baby…” he whispered, his voice deep and teasing.
She stirred, shifting slightly, but didn’t open her eyes. He grinned, pressing a trail of kisses down the curve of her neck slowly.
She fussed, half-asleep, her voice muffled against the pillow. “Mmm… it’s late… quit bothering me.”
But he only chuckled, brushing his lips against her skin again, savoring the way she wriggled in protest.
“You know I can’t help it,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “Been gone all day… missed you too much.”
She groaned softly, pulling the blanket higher, still refusing to look at the clock. “You’re ridiculous,” she muttered, though the faint smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.
The last time he leaned in, his kisses lingered—peppering her neck, her shoulder, until she finally turned toward him with sleepy eyes.
“Elijah…” she sighed, half-annoyed, half-amused.
Smoke grinned, sliding his hand gently through her hair. “I know, baby. Long day. But I’m here now… and I’m not letting you sleep through me being home.”
He caught her hand with tenderness, guiding it to his mouth. His lips brushed her palm in a lingering kiss, eyes glued to her. Then, that wicked half-smile flickered across his face as he drew her fingers lower, slipping them beneath the loosely knotted towel at his hips. The heat of his skin met her first, then the rigid length of his dick, thick and pulsing against her touch, already straining for her.
Her sleepy eyes fluttered open, confusion mixing with amusement as she glanced down, then back up at him.
He leaned in, his voice playful, almost a whisper. “See? He missed you too.”
She pulled her hand back quickly, fussing at him with a groan. “Elijah… you’re impossible. It’s late.”
But the faint curve of her lips betrayed her. She liked it—she just wouldn’t admit it.
Smoke caught the look, his grin widening as he leaned closer, peppering kisses along her neck. “Mmm, I see that smile,” he teased. “You can fuss all you want, baby, but I know you missed me too.”
In one swift motion, Smoke caught her and turned her gently onto her back, the sheets rustling beneath them.
The word fractured against his mouth as he kissed her, swallowing the rest of her protest. Heat flooded her in a single, dizzying rush. A helpless moan slipped free before she could cage it, and her arms moved on instinct, curling around his neck, fingers caressing his head as she dragged him closer. She melted into him, every thought of resistance dissolving in the slow, hungry press of his lips and the solid weight of his body against hers.
He rolled his hips forward, pinning her to the bed so she could feel every thick, rigid inch of him straining against her through the thin barrier of fabric. A low sound caught in her throat as his mouth drifted from hers, lips grazing the frantic pulse at her neck, teeth scraping just hard enough to make her shiver.
She didn’t think; her thighs parted and rose on their own, ankles locking at the small of his back, heels digging in as she dragged him down harder, closer, until his dick settled heavy and perfect right where she ached most.
Smoke pulled back just enough to give a small smirk. “You want me to stop?”
Her fingers tightened around his arms, pulling him closer as her voice came out in a hushed, breathless whisper. “No… keep going.”
Smoke kissed her slow and filthy, tongue sliding against hers like he had all night and intended to use every second. Each time their mouths parted, just enough for a ragged breath, he let the words fall against her swollen lips, one by one:
“You.” Kiss. “Don’t.” Deeper kiss. “Want.” A soft bite to her lower lip. “To go.” His teeth grazed her jaw. “Back.” Another slow, claiming press of his mouth. “To sleep?”
The question mark was barely there, more growl than inquiry, as if he already knew the answer and was only waiting for her body to admit it.
Her voice was a whisper, half‑fussing, half‑surrendering. “Not anymore… I need you.”
His voice dropped into a husky whisper as he teased between kisses, “How bad do you need it?”
Her voice trembled with urgency as she clung to him. “I need you so bad… please.”
The words made his dick twitch as he leaned closer, eyes dark with desire. “Say that shit again,” he murmured, each word dripping with challenge.
She met his gaze, breathless, and whispered once more, softer but even more certain. “I need you.”
“Mmm, lift your arms up for me, baby.”
She obeyed, raising her arms slowly, her breath catching as his hands slid upward. With care, Smoke lifted her shirt, revealing her inch by inch, his eyes never leaving hers.
His gaze carried an intensity that made her shiver. He pressed a kiss just below her collarbone, lingering there before whispering against her skin, “Beautiful.”
He kissed his way down, lips skimming the line of her collarbone, then lower, until his mouth settled in the warm space just above her left breast. He paused there, breathing slow against her skin.
His eyes stayed on hers, steady and half-lidded, as he lowered his mouth to her breast. The moment his warm lips closed around her nipple, a small, startled “ah” slipped out of her. Her back arched just enough for her shoulders to lift off the bed as the wetness of his tongue sent a sharp jolt through her chest.
She felt it everywhere at once, the softness of his mouth, the faint scrape of stubble against sensitive skin, the way her breath hitched and trembled when he sucked a little harder. Her fingers tightened around his arms without thinking, holding him there, a quiet, shaky exhale telling him exactly how good it felt.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he commanded softly, as he moved to the other breast.
She obeyed, her eyes wide and shimmering as his lips moved, teasing her with every touch.
Her breath caught, and she whispered softly, almost pleading, “Mm‑mm, don’t you stop… I need more, baby.”
Instead of answering, Smoke just let his lips wander lower, trailing down her stomach in slow kisses. Each one made her squirm a little, her breath catching like she couldn’t help it. The way he moved had her whole body buzzing, the anticipation building with every touch.
“No panties, huh? You really are my good girl… aren’t you, baby?”
She whispered, voice trembling as she held his gaze. “Yes… I’m your good girl. Always.”
He eased her thighs apart spreading her open until she was completely exposed to him. Her pussy was already slick and swollen, glistening under the low light, pretty pink folds parted and dripping with want. The sight of her so wet, so ready, just for him, pulled a low groan from his chest as he drank her in.
He let out a slow breath, eyes darkening as he stared, transfixed.
“Jesus, baby… look at you,” he rasped, voice laced with hunger. His thumbs traced the crease where her thighs met her hips, holding her open wider, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Soaked already. Fuckin’ drippin’ down your pretty little pussy just for me.”
He dragged one slow finger through her slick folds, gathering her wetness and spreading it up to circle her clit, watching her hips jerk at the contact.
He didn’t wait for another plea. He spread her open wider with his thumbs, holding her steady, and dragged his tongue up the length of her in one long, filthy lick, slow enough that she felt every ridge of it. When he reached her clit he sealed his mouth over it and sucked, gentle at first, then harder, flicking the tip of his tongue in quick circles.
Her back arched off the bed with a broken cry.
He pulled off just long enough to growl against her, voice muffled, “Taste so fucking good when you’re this desperate, baby… been dying to get my mouth on this pretty pussy.”
Then he dove back in tongue plunging inside her, curling, fucking her with it while his thumb took over on her clit, rubbing circles. He groaned into her like he was the one getting eaten alive, the vibration making her thighs clamp around his head.
Every time she tried to squirm away from how intense it was, he just pinned her hips down and doubled his efforts, licking and sucking until her moans turned into breathless, babbling sobs of his name.
He pulled off with a wet sound, breathing hard, eyes locked on hers.
“Keep looking at me,” he said. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
She nodded, shaky, staring down at him.
He dragged his thumb up once more, peeling the hood all the way back until her clit was completely exposed. She sucked in a breath at how intense it already felt.
“Now you hold it,” he stated. “Take your fingers, yeah, like that, and keep this little hood pulled up for me. Don’t let it slide back down. I want it bare the whole time I’m licking you.”
Her face burned, but her hand moved on autopilot, two fingers pinching the thin skin and holding it firmly in place, keeping herself wide open and raw for him.
He groaned, like the sight alone almost undid him. Then he dropped his head and sealed his mouth over her exposed clit again, tongue flicking hard and steady right on the naked tip, no barrier, no mercy, while she trembled and held herself open exactly like he’d told her to.
Her back arched hard, a sharp, “oh—” tore out of her throat, climbing into a trembling “oh god, oh god—” every time his tongue flicked the oversensitive head.
She couldn’t keep quiet. Every slow circle dragged a new sound from her. Soft, stunned little gasps, then louder, desperate moans that cracked in the middle when he sucked harder. Her thighs shook on either side of his ears, her free hand fisted the sheets while the other stayed obediently in place, holding herself open for him.
He groaned against her the vibration ripping another helpless “please—” from her lips as he doubled down, tongue lashing the exposed clit.
His mouth was relentless, tongue flicking and circling that swollen, aching bud until her thighs shook around his head. She was so close, teetering right on the edge, every muscle pulled tight. Another broken moan tore out of her when he sucked her clit between his lips, hard, the wetness of his mouth sending sparks exploding behind her eyes.
He pulled back just enough to speak, breath ghosting hot over her slick, sensitive flesh.
“Do you want to cum?” His voice was edged with dark satisfaction as he watched her. Two thick fingers pushed deep inside her without warning, curling hard against that spot that made her back arch clean off the bed. “Tell me, baby. Beg for it.”
She couldn’t even form words at first, just a whine as her hips bucked against his hand. He slowed the thrust of his fingers to a maddening tease, thumb brushing feather-light over her clit, keeping her dangling right there.
“Please—” she finally gasped, voice cracking, “please, let me cum. I need it. I need you—”
A dark growl rumbled from his chest. “That’s it. Good girl.”
Then his mouth crashed back down, tongue lashing her clit while his fingers fucked into her hard and fast, the wet sounds filling the quiet room. Her whole body seized, a sharp cry ripping from her throat as the orgasm slammed into her like a wave, crashing over and over, drowning her in white while he kept devouring her through every pulsing aftershock until she was shaking and begging him in broken whispers to stop.
He didn’t give her time to come down.
Her body was still twitching, thighs trembling from the force of the first orgasm, when he locked his arms around her hips and dragged her back to his mouth like he was starving for her. The flat of his tongue dragged slow and heavy up her soaked center, lapping up every drop of her release, and she jolted with a broken cry, oversensitive and overwhelmed.
“No—no, wait, I can’t—” she sobbed, fingers scrabbling at the sheets, at his hair, not sure if she was trying to pull him closer or push him away.
“You can,” he growled against her, the words vibrating straight through her clit. “You will.”
Then he buried his face again, no mercy this time. His tongue speared inside her, fucking in and out alongside the two fingers he shoved back in, stretching her open while his lips sealed around her clit and sucked, hard.
She shattered almost instantly.
A loud scream tore from her throat as the second orgasm ripped through her even stronger than the first, her back bowing so violently she nearly levitated off the bed. Her walls clamped down around his fingers in brutal pulses, flooding his tongue again and again while he kept licking, sucking, devouring every shudder and cry like he was trying to wring her soul out through her pussy.
When it finally ended, she collapsed, limp and gasping, tears streaking her temples into her hair. He didn’t stop until the very last aftershock faded, gentling his tongue only to soothe, lapping lazily at her swollen folds until she whimpered from the overstimulation.
Only then did he lift his head, lips shiny and red, eyes black with hunger.
He pressed a filthy kiss to her throbbing clit, then looked up at her trembling body, lips swollen, eyes feral.
“Good fucking girl,” he rasped. “Told you I’d drag another one out of you.”
Smoke stood up, the towel still knotted loosely around his hips, damp from the shower and now clinging to the hard line of his erection. He hooked his thumbs under the edge, yanked the knot free in one smooth tug, and let the towel drop to the floor.
The sudden cool air hit his skin, but he barely felt it. All his heat was already throbbing between his legs aching for her. He palmed himself once, slow, giving her a second to look and see exactly what she does to him. His dick was thick, flushed, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip.
He rolled her gently onto her side, her body still trembling from the orgasms he just pulled out of her with his tongue. Smoke slid in behind her, chest pressed to her back, one arm hooking under her knee to lift her leg just enough. The head of his dick found her slick entrance without needing to look, she was soaked, open, ready. He pushed in slow, letting her feel every inch as he sunk deep, a low groan rumbling against the nape of her neck.
He kept her leg hooked high over his forearm, opening her completely, sliding in slow and so deep she can feel him in her throat. The room was thick with the wet sound of him filling her again and again, the steady creak of the bed, her own ragged breathing.
“Easy, baby… just breathe,” he whispered against her ear. “Feel how deep I am? That’s all for you. Every inch. You take it so good.”
She lets out a broken little “ah—Elijah—” when he rolls his hips in a slow circle, grinding right against that spot.
“Mmm, right there, huh?” his lips brushed the shell of her ear, smiling into her neck as she nodded frantically. He pulled almost all the way out, just the tip stretching her, and then sunk back in, one long, possessive stroke that punched the air from her lungs and dragged a high, trembling “ohhh—” from her throat.
“Fuck, listen to you…” he growled. “Those pretty sounds you make when I’m buried all the way inside this tight pussy.”
He set a constant rhythm which consisted of long, slow drags out until she whimpered at the emptiness, then hard thrusts back in that made her whole body jolt. Every single stroke ripped another moan from her throat.
“Yeah, say my name just like that,” he praised, hand sliding down the curve of her belly, fingers finding her swollen clit and circling fast. “Let me hear you, baby. Don’t you dare hold those moans back. I wanna hear every one.”
She can’t. They tumble out of her, needy and broken.
“Ah—ah—please—right there—don’t stop—fuck—”
“Never stoppin’,” he promised, voice cracking with restraint. He drove in harder, the slap of skin loud now, her moans climbing higher with every thrust. “Love knowin’ I’m the one makin’ you sound this good.”
Her whole body starts shaking, thighs quivering against his arm. The sounds she’s making are wild now, high-pitched little “eee—!”s that melt into guttural “unh—unh—unh—” every time he bottoms out.
“I know, sweetheart, I feel it,” he soothes, lips brushing her ear even as his hips snap forward relentlessly. “You’re squeezin’ me so tight I can barely move. Come on, let it go. Moan my name while you cum all over me.”
A desperate,“ Elijah—fuck!” tears out of her as the first wave hit, her walls clenched hard around him.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned, riding her through it, fingers still working her clit in tight circles. “Keep moanin’ for me—just like that—fuck!.”
She was still crying out, high and helpless—“ah—ah—oh god—yes—!” her voice cracked on every thrust that kept her climax rolling. Her back arched hard, toes curled, fingers clawed at the sheets while broken little sobs and whimpers spilled from her lips.
He didn’t let up. Kept that same rhythm, drawing it out until she was trembling.
Smoke buried his face in her neck, breath ragged against her skin, cursing under his breath as her body kept clenching around him. His hips stuttered once, twice, but he locked his jaw and forced himself to hold on.
“Not yet,” he stated. “Not done with you. Wanna hear you beg for another one before I let go.”
Smoke eased out slow, letting her feel the drag. She was still catching her breath when he leaned back on his heels, watching her sink into the mattress like she was ready to tap out.
He let out an amused laugh. “Oh, you thought we were done because you were ‘sleepy’ earlier?” He grabs her hips and flips her onto her stomach, dragging her up to her knees in one smooth pull. “Nah, baby. You tried to close these legs on me like this pussy ain’t on call 24/7. That’s cute.”
She whimpered, already arching, but he didn’t give her time to think. He lined up and slammed in one hard thrust, burying himself so deep her breath caught on a sharp, startled “Elijah!”
“Yeah, that’s the sound I wanted,” he growled, setting a fast, punishing rhythm right from the start. “All that ‘I’m tired’ shit went out the window real quick, didn’t it?”
He leaned over her back, one hand sliding up to grip her throat lightly, the other pinning her hip exactly where he wanted it.
“Look at you. Actin’ all shy and sleepy a minute ago, now you’re drippin’ down my balls. Greedy little thing can’t even pretend she doesn’t want this dick.”
Every thrust knocked another moan out of her.
First one was a shocked little “ohh fuck—”
Then they rolled out of her in a broken stream, “unh… unh… Elijah… please…”
He drove in deeper and she gasped, voice cracking into a breathy “ahh god, baby—”
Another hard snap of his hips and she was moaning louder, needy, “yes… yes… right there—”
He didn’t let up, just fucked her.
“Thought you could hold out on me?” He nipped her shoulder, and smirked when she shuddered. “This pretty pussy doesn’t get to make decisions. It gets fucked when I say, how I say. Remember that.”
His fingers slipped down to her clit, rubbing fast circles that made her whole body jerk.
Her moans turned frantic, “Elijah … oh shit… I can’t… fuck…”
He circled harder and she choked out, “baby please… I’m gonna—”
“Come on, brat,” he stated. “Show me how sorry you are for even trying to keep this from me.”
She breaks almost instantly back bowing, walls fluttering hard around him, a broken cry of his name spilling out as she came. “Elijah … fuck… yes… oh god—”
He kept moving, riding her through it, hips never slowing, breath hot against her neck.
“Good girl,” he praised. “That’s one. We’re just getting started on that apology.”
He was still buried deep, hips rolling slow through the aftershocks of her orgasm, when he decides he’s done with her hiding her face in the pillow.
“Nah, I need to see you.”
One strong arm slid under her waist, the other gripped her thigh. In one smooth move he flipped her onto her back, never pulling out. Her legs fell open around his hips, knees hooked over his forearms as he spread her wide and sinks back in.
Her breath hitched on a shaky “ohhh—” when he filled her again, the new angle letting him hit deeper, straighter, right against that spot that makes her eyes roll.
Smoke braced himself above her, forearms caging her head, eyes locked on hers. “There she is,” he growled, pulling out slow just to watch her lips part on a needy whimper, then slid back in deep. “Look at me, baby.”
He started moving again, slower now, deeper, every stroke measured so she feels all of him. Their mouths brushed, then the soft kisses turned hungry. He kissed her like he’s been starving for it, tongue sliding against hers, swallowing every little sound she makes.
“Tell me you missed me,” he whispered between kisses, forehead pressed to hers, hips never stopping their steady grind.
“I missed you,” she breathed. “Missed you so bad, Elijah.
A broken sound left his throat. He kissed her harder, one hand cupping her face, thumb stroking her cheek while the other kept her leg hooked high. “I love you,” he rasped against her lip. “Love you so fuckin’ much.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down until their chests are flush. “I love you too… don’t stop… please—”
The pace built gradually, deep rolls turning into long thrusts that dragged a moan from her with every stroke. He kissed her through it, lips on her mouth, her jaw, the corner of her eye, tasting the salt of her tears and sweat.
“Love you,” he said again, voice cracking as he buried his face in her neck, kissing the pulse there, the area beneath her ear. “Love you, love you—”
She clung tighter, heels digging into his back, breath hitching on every thrust. “Elijah… baby… I’m close again—”
“Cum with me,” he groaned, hips losing rhythm, driving deeper, faster now.
He kissed her one last time, swallowing her cry as his climax hit. He buried himself and came with a long, shuddering groan against her lips, pulsing hot inside her in thick waves, hips jerking with every spurt.
She followed right behind, walls clenching hard around him, a soft, broken “I love you—” spilling from her as she shakes apart beneath him.
He stayed inside her, riding the aftershocks with slow, gentle rolls, kissing her softly now, lips brushing her cheeks, her eyelids, the tip of her nose.
When they finally still, he didn’t move away. Just lowered himself carefully, keeping his weight on his forearms, face tucked into her neck, pressing kisses to her skin while their breathing slowed together.
They stay wrapped up like that, tangled and breathless, hearts hammering in sync, his lips never far from hers.
He was still inside her, breathing hard against her neck, lips brushing lazy kisses over the damp skin there. The room smelled like sex and them, and the sheets were a lost cause.
After a long minute he lifted his head, pressed one soft kiss to her mouth, then rested his forehead against hers.
“Been thinkin’ about comin’ home to you the whole damn twelve hours I was gone,” he stated. “One quick trip, and all I could picture was you waitin’ in this bed, ready to wreck me the second I walked through the door.”
She made a small, sleepy sound and tightened her arms around his neck. He felt her shiver.
He eased out gently, both of them hissing at the loss, then rolled to the side so he can look at her properly. His thumb stroked her cheek, wiping away a stray tear of overstimulation.
“Hold on, baby,” he says softly. “Lemme take care of you.”
Before she could answer, he slid out of bed, scooped her up, and cradled her against his chest. She curled into him automatically, legs dangling, face tucked under his jaw.
“Smoke…” she mumbled drowsy.
He carried her through the suite and out onto the private balcony where the hot tub’s been running since he turned it on earlier that morning.
Steam rose into the cool night air, city lights glittering far below. The jets were already bubbling, the water glowing soft blue.
He stepped down into it without letting her go, sinking slowly until the heat envelops them both. She sighed the second the water hits her sore muscles. He settled onto the molded seat and arranged her so she’s straddling his lap, chest to chest, her head resting on his shoulder.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned, rolling his neck. “Been countin’ down the minutes since I left this morning.”
She pressed a kiss to the hollow of his throat. “Missed you,” she whispered against his skin. “Twelve hours was too long.”
He tightened his arms around her, one big hand stroking up and down her spine under the water. “I’m here now, baby. Not leavin’ this bed, or this tub, for the rest of the night.”
The jets pulsed against their bodies, the only sounds were the low hum of the motor, the soft splash of water, and their breathing finally slowing into the same rhythm.
He tipped her chin up, kissed her slow, tasting both of them on her tongue. When he pulled back, his eyes are soft.
“Love you,” he says simply, like it’s the easiest truth he’s ever known.
She smiled, sleepy and wrecked and utterly his. “Love you more.”
He chuckled and reached for the waterproof remote on the ledge. The jets kicked up a notch, massaging every ache they both earned tonight.
The water was warm around them, her body completely melted against his chest, eyes half-closed, breath slow. She was floating in that soft, fucked-out haze when Smoke shifted behind her, sliding one arm low across her belly, the other guiding her hips until she’s sitting reverse in his lap.
His lips found the shell of her ear.
“One more, baby,” he whispered. “Let the jet finish you off.”
She let out a weak laugh and tries to burrow deeper into his shoulder.
“Elijah… no. I’m dead. You already murdered me three separate times. My soul left my body twenty minutes ago.”
He chuckled, but doesn’t let her sink back down. His hands slide to her ass, spreading her gently, thumbs tracing slow, soothing circles on the inside of each cheek.
“I know I wrecked you,” he said, kissing the spot behind her ear that always makes her shiver. “That’s why you don’t gotta do a thing. Just stand right here and let the water do it.”
She shook her head, a tiny, stubborn movement.
“Baby… I’m serious. I’m too sensitive. One touch and I’ll actually cry.”
He hummed, patient, lips brushing her neck.
“You’re not gonna cry. You’re gonna cum so hard you forget your own name. I’ll hold you the whole time.”
She whined, long and exhausted, hips already trembling just from the suggestion.
“Elijah… please… I can’t take any more.”
“You can. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Been thinkin’ about watchin’ you fall apart on that jet since I turned it on this morning. Just picturin’ how pretty you’d look shakin’ in my arms…”
She made a broken little sound, half protest, half surrender.
He guided her forward an inch, until the low hum of the strongest jet vibrates against her thighs. She jolted, thighs clamping instinctively.
“No—no—no, wait—” she gasped, fingers digging into his forearms. “It’s too strong, I swear it’s gonna hurt—”
“Shh.” He locked one arm around her waist like steel, the other still spreading her open. “Breathe for me. Step up on my feet… there you go.”
She rose on wobbling legs, toes curling over his for balance, whole body already trembling.
“Elijah, I’m scared it’s too much—”
“I’ve got you,” he promised, lips against her ear. “If it’s too much I’ll pull you off, swear to God. But I know my baby. I know you’ve got one more in you.”
She was breathing fast now, shaky little inhales, eyes squeezed shut.
“I can’t… I really can’t…”
He kissed the side of her neck.
“Just part yourself for me. One finger. That’s all. Let me see how pretty you look takin’ it.”
She whimpered… then, with a broken, defeated sound, her shaky fingers slide down and spread her swollen lips.
The jet hits her clit like a gunshot.
Her entire body seized, a sharp, desperate cry ripping out of her before she can stop it.
He held her tight, mouth hot on her ear.
“There it is. Fuck, feel that? Just let it take you, baby. I’ve got you.”
She was already sobbing, hips jerking, trying to escape and chase it at the same time.
“It’s too much—it’s too much—please—”
“No it’s not,” he growls softly, licking up her neck, gripping her ass harder to keep her open to the stream. “You’re takin’ it so fuckin’ good. Look at you shakin’. Come on, sweetheart. Let it wreck you.”
The orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave, no warning, no build, just instant, violent release. Her knees buckle completely, a broken scream tearing from her throat as she cums harder than she has all night, whole body convulsing in his arms.
He holds her through every brutal pulse, murmuring filth and praise directly into her ear.
“That’s my girl… fuck yes… keep comin’… don’t fight it, just let it take you… I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you…”
When it finally released her, she collapsed, limp and gasping, tears on her cheeks. He turned to her gently and pulled her trembling body back down into his lap, cradling her close while the water swirls softly around them.
She buried her face in his neck, voice wrecked and laughing through the aftershocks.
He kissed her temple, arms locked tight, smug and tender all at once.
“Yeah… but you came so hard you saw stars, so I’ll take it.”
He carried her upstairs like she was made of glass, her limp body draped over his arms, head lolling against his chest. The hot tub did its job too well. She was still twitching every few seconds with tiny aftershocks that make her breath hitch.
In the bathroom he sat her gently on the thick bathmat, grabbed the fluffiest towel, and wrapped her up like a burrito.
“Stay right here, baby. Don’t move. I’m drawin’ us a real bath.”
She just hummed, eyes already half-closed, and curled onto her side on the heated floor while the tub fills. The sound of running water and the faint scent of that lavender-eucalyptus oil he knows she loves lulls her into a daze.
Ten minutes later he’s back.
He scooped her up and stepped into the deep soaking tub. The water was perfect, hot, scented, topped with a thin layer of bubbles. He settled back against the sloped side and arranged her so she was lying on top of him, chest to chest, her head tucked under his chin. One big arm stretched across her back, the other hand slid under the water to cradle her ass and hips, literally holding her lower half up so she doesn’t have to use a single muscle.
“Oh my god,” she sighs. “I feel like I’m floating… like I don’t even have legs anymore.”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest into hers.
“That’s ‘cause I’m holdin’ you up, baby. You’re still havin’ those little aftershocks, huh?”
She nodded against his neck, thighs twitching again. “Every time the water moves it hits me again. I’m so sensitive it’s stupid.”
He pressed a kiss to her damp hair, fingers gently kneading her lower back. “You’re good, though? Satisfied? My girl got enough D for one day?”
She laughed nuzzling closer. “I’m beyond satisfied. You treated me to a whole dick-filled welcome-home special. I’m set until next week.”
He snorted, splashing a little water over her shoulder. “That’s cute you think I’m done. Twelve hours without you and I still got a whole list, baby.”
She groaned dramatically, but there’s a smile in it. “You’re actually insane.”
“Insanely in love with you,” he corrects, kissing her temple. “But yeah, I’ll let you breathe… for now.”
They soaked like that for a long while—quiet, soft kisses, murmured nonsense, his hands never stopping their soothing strokes.
Eventually the water started to cool. He stands with her still in his arms, stepped out, and sat her on her feet long enough to flip the shower on. Hot water rained down as he pulled her under it with him, washing her gently—hair, body, between her legs with the softest touch because she was still so sensitive that she kept shivering and giggling into his chest.
They stepped out of the shower in a cloud of steam, skin warm.
He wrapped her in one of the big, fluffy towels first, rubbing her arms dry, then quickly towels himself off and slings his low around his hips. She was still giggling at something he whispered when he scooped her up bridal-style, carrying her straight from the bathroom into the bedroom like she weighed nothing.
The lights were low, the bed already turned down from earlier.
He sat her gently on the edge of the mattress, kissed her forehead, and whispered , “Hold on, baby.”
She watches him cross the room, pull open her drawer, and come back with the soft pink silk nightie she loves. He kneels in front of her, gathers the fabric, and helps her slip it over her head, smoothing it down her body. When it’s settled against her skin, he crawled onto the bed, pulled her down beside him, and tucked her into his side, her head on his chest, his arms locked around her like he’ll never let go.
The room was quiet except for their breathing and the faint hum of the city far below.
He lifted her left hand, kissed the spot right above her wedding band, and kept her fingers pressed to his lips.
“I love you, Simone,” he said.
She tried to smile, but he was not done.
“I’d die for you, baby. You know that, right?”
His voice dropped. “There’s nobody on this planet that matters more than you. If anything ever happened to me, you’re taken care of forever. And I’d kill for you. Anybody ever even thought about hurting you, they wouldn’t make it to sunrise.”
She started to protest but he just kissed her palm and kept going.
“You want a bigger house? Five kids tearing up the backyard? I’ll work every single day until my hands bleed to give you that life. Your needs don’t go unmet—never at night, never in life. I never want you looking at another man, never want you feeling like you’re missing one damn thing. You’re my rib, Simone. The piece God took out of me and made perfect.”
He guided her hand to the left side of his ribs, smooth skin except for one spot. Fresh ink, still slightly raised, done in secret two weeks ago. In elegant, flowing script: Simone, right over his heart, the only tattoo he’ll ever have.
She gasps, fingertips tracing the letters like she’s reading braille.
“You… you got my name tattooed?” Her voice cracks. “Elijah, you swore you’d never—”
“Never needed ink,” he stated, eyes locked on hers. “Then I married you. Only thing worth putting on me forever.”
She leaned down, and pressed soft kisses over her name, then looked up at him with that playful fire he loves.
“Listen,” she said, poking his chest. “I’ll beat up every female on earth for you, no hesitation. And if you ever did time? I’m not touching another man. I’d get a custom mold of this—” she slides her hand down and squeezes him through the sheet, “—and one of that criminal tongue. I’d be sending you contraband nudes you gotta hide under the mattress. I’m riding for you ‘til they bury me, baby. I’m yours for life. Only yours.”
He groaned and flipped her gently onto her back, hovering over her, eyes shining.
“That’s my wife,” he whispered, “My missing rib. My whole damn world.”
He kissed her slow like they’re saying vows all over again and then pulled her tight against his chest. She tucked her face into his neck, fingers still tracing her name on his skin.
They fall asleep just like that. Tangled, promised, and claimed forever.
