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I love making edits of my favs and writing fanfics
I LOVE LOVE LOVE lana del rey and most of my posts will probs be titled a lana lyric
Mmm… D!LFs
Ships: Ed Warren/Lorraine Warren (fandom I'll be focusing on), Dewey Riley/Gale Weathers, Luke Danes/Lorelai Gilmore, Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd, Fezco/Lexi Howard, Jim Halpert/Pam Beesly
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(SOON-will make one once i’ve gotten enough posts out)
Some posts will be nsfw, but I'll provide a warning when I find it necessary
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notes: conjuring prequel lored cast was announced today and idk what to say... the real deal has always been Patrick and Vera, which is why they keep using images of them to promote it but it's wtv ig
-Also posted on my ao3 acct
“Hon, I know you’re mad at me for going to check out a case without you after you told me not to. I-I just felt like I had to go help out that family. Father Gordon called, and I couldn’t tell the guy ‘no.’ If I had told you about it, you wouldn’t have let me go,” Ed argued as he set down his sleeping clothes on the bed.
When he got home, his wife was already in bed with her back against the headboard. All evening, she had been trying to distract herself from the recurring thoughts about where he had really gone–and who he was with–as she waited for him to get home before she could fall asleep.
“Of course, I wouldn’t have let you go, especially not alone,” Lorraine half-whispered and half-yelled, not wanting to wake their daughter up. She crossed her arms, watching her husband pull a white sleeping shirt over his head, unable to keep her eyes from traveling down to the contours of his chest, abs, and his happy trail; however, the perfect view didn’t make her any less upset. Not that Ed was using his looks to distract her from the fact she was mad at him, either, but sometimes he did use seductive tactics to get her to cave in. He really was just getting ready for bed, though. Still, he looked good doing even the bare minimum.
“But why?” Ed asked, taking his khaki slacks off, throwing them into the laundry basket, and putting his soft, much more comfortable pants on. “I know I didn’t tell you where I was going, but if I were going out with some friends to, let’s say, fish or golf, I’m sure you wouldn’t have wanted to come along… I just want to know why you’re acting like this, Hon. You can tell me.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes out of frustration. “Because…” Pausing, she debated whether to tell him that the real reason for their–or her–current break from taking cases was because she had a premonition of his death and didn’t want him to expose himself to any kind of danger that could make it all a reality.
Ed probably wouldn’t understand, even if she did tell him the truth. He’d always been logical, unlike his worrisome wife. The fear of losing him was one thing, but actually losing him when she could have possibly prevented it was another. That was something she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself for. She was already so hard on herself.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said, toying with the hem of the blue blanket they shared. Lorraine always fidgeted with something whenever she felt uneasy. If it wasn’t with the rings on her fingers or the beads of one of her rosaries, it was with whatever was near her.
“It does matter,” Ed volleyed back, making his way to his side of the bed. “You’re not upset just because I went somewhere and didn’t tell you. There’s something else going on. I know it; I know my wife,” Ed said as he got into bed. He was tired and didn’t really want to argue–he never did–but regardless, he was open to listening to his wife.
“You lied to me, Ed. You kept something from me. That’s the only reason I’m upset. And because you came home late… There’s nothing else,” Lorraine lied, gulping and looking down instead of looking up at him. She was hoping he wouldn’t notice, because she didn’t want to talk about the real reason why she was so upset at him for not listening to her. Not knowing his whereabouts was anxiety-inducing, and Ed knew that, which is what infuriated her even more.
“Look, Hon,” Ed started, grabbing her hand in his. “I-I’m sorry. I really am… I don’t know what else you want me to do or say.” He couldn’t tell her he wasn’t going to do it again, because chances were that he was. Ed was stubborn, and that was something she’d figured out very early in their relationship.
Of course, he never wanted to hurt her in any way, but he also had no clue why lately she had been hesitant about helping those who needed their help–her special assistance. What Ed was aware of, though, was how much of a mental toll it took on her. And no matter what, he was going to protect her. Ed loved protecting Lorraine just as much as–if not more than–she loved protecting Ed. He always saw it as a husband's duty to look after his wife and family.
He had previously told her that he was willing to go out and take care of the cases they were called for on his own, but it was her help that was crucial to really be able to help those in need. In wanting to keep him safe but also hopeful and feeling busy, she responded by telling him that they would just have to take less cases, only those they knew they could both handle. He agreed to it. At least initially.
Still avoiding eye contact with him, she pulled her hand away from his. “You should sleep in the guest bedroom tonight,” Lorraine said, soft and low, somewhat cold, even.
“What?” He propped himself up on one elbow. “No. Hon, you can’t kick me out of our room…” He waited for her to say something, but she didn’t. He rubbed his forehead and exhaled, stressed and exhausted.
Lorraine’s silence was a sign that she had her mind made up. And he didn’t blame her; he knew that doing things behind her back–or anyone’s–was wrong.
“What about Judy? What if she sees me sleeping in another room and thinks we’re…” Ed paused, scratching his head, not even wanting to say it, not even wanting to ever think about it. “At least let me sleep on the floor,” Ed suggested. It had been too long since they had slept apart; they both had probably forgotten how to sleep without each other.
“I don’t want to sleep in the same room as you right now,” she replied, her voice cracking. She could feel her eyes beginning to swell with tears. Finally, she looked at Ed and he sat up beside her.
“Lorraine, please,” Ed begged, placing his hand on her thigh, stroking it with his thumb slowly for both of their comfort. “I’m not letting you go to sleep while you’re mad at me… Please.”
“I’ll sleep just fine,” Lorraine lied, once again, sniffling and attempting to blink away the tears in the corners of her eyes.
“I won’t,” Ed told her. Her presence helped him make it through the aftermath of his nightmares when he had them. Feeling her gentle touch and warmth and love always brought him back, and that made him sleep better than any sleeping pill ever had. It had been a long time since he had to take sleeping pills, thanks to his wife.
“You should’ve thought about that earlier…” she said, matter of factly. “Go,” Lorraine hiccuped.
As much as he wanted to comfort his wife, he remained quiet to not overstep. He knew he would have no luck if he did try. He sighed, not knowing what else to do to make her content with him again. Ed nodded, respecting her wishes and getting up from the bed to grab a clean blanket from their closet.
She slid her body down until her head hit the soft pillow beneath her. She pulled the blanket over her shoulder and heard as Ed rounded the bed and made his way to her. Lorraine was facing the opposite side but she could tell he was coming up to kiss her.
She turned her head, seeing him lean down and pucker his lips the closer he got to her face, ready to kiss her on the lips. Quickly, Lorraine moved her head to the side, causing Ed to kiss her cheek instead.
“Goodnight,” he said, waiting for her to say it back, but she didn’t. Kissing her and telling her goodnight was something he did every night; it was routine. No matter if she was mad at him, or sad, or going through any other emotion.
Ed pursed his lips as he shut off the lamp by Lorraine’s nightstand. Then, he walked out of their room and to the guest room, opening the door. However, he decided he didn’t want to sleep in there.
The room was reserved for guests, and he wasn’t a guest. He didn’t even remember the last time he had entered that room. When they did have guests sleep over, it was always Lorraine who would go in to ensure everything was in order before they stayed and after they left.
He walked over to Judy’s bedroom, opening her door and checking that she was still sound asleep. And she was. Ed hoped she hadn’t heard anything; she was smart, but still too young to understand what was going on with her parents.
As he made his way downstairs and to the living room couch, he blew out a puff of air. Sitting down with the blanket on his lap, he thought about going back up to his wife–where he belonged–but he also wanted to give her the space she needed.
He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose before grabbing one of the couch pillows and putting it on the armrest to lay down at last. Ed twisted and turned until he found a somewhat comfortable position. It didn’t take him too long to fall asleep; it never did, especially when he had a draining day.
Lorraine, on the other hand, was struggling to sleep with his absence. For almost three hours, her tired eyes drew invisible constellations on the ceiling. She wondered if Ed had been able to fall asleep. Ironically, it was her who couldn’t fall asleep without her husband. She needed him.
After a while, she was unable to help it, so she stood up and put her slippers on. She walked to the guest bedroom to check in on Ed; however, she didn’t find him there. Panic began taking over her, and she went to check on Judy as well. She was relieved to find that Judy was safe and still asleep.
Lorraine went downstairs to the living room and found Ed sleeping there, on the couch.
“Oh, thank God,” she murmured to herself, bringing her hand to her chest, feeling her heart thumping. Lorraine slowly walked up to Ed and sat on the edge of the couch, trying her best to not make too much noise.
Ed looked peaceful and beautiful; she didn’t want to wake him up. She knew part of her was being selfish for doing so. She caressed his cheek as she watched him sleep for a moment, wondering if she had been too unfair and too harsh with him.
Lorraine braced herself for it, and then: “Ed?” She wrapped her small–compared to his–hand around his arm, shaking his body gently, attempting to wake him. “Hon?” Lorraine whispered, lightly combing her fingers through his messy hair.
Ed opened his eyes slowly, his brows knitted, confused on why she was sitting on the couch he had been sleeping on for the past three hours. Not that he minded her being there, but last time he remembered, she wanted him out of their room. “Hey…” he said, still half-asleep. “W-what’s wrong?” Ed asked, suddenly concerned. He grabbed her wrist and stroked her pulse point, a touch that nearly melted her.
“Nothing…” Lorraine answered. “Just… Come back to bed with me? Please?” She had that tiny pout on her face that she knew Ed could never resist, not from her and not from their daughter.
He tried to rub the sleepiness from his eyes as he stretched his legs. “What time is it?”
“I-I don’t know… Ed–“
“I thought you said you would ‘sleep just fine’ without me,” Ed teased, biting the inside of his cheek to hold in the smirk threatening to appear on his face.
Lorraine blushed at his words. “Hon, I-I obviously didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I was… I was mad.”
“Are you still mad at me?” Ed asked, grinning at how flustered she was.
She shook her head, licking her lips. “No.”
“Give me a kiss, then,” he demanded since she denied him one earlier. He would’ve gone back to bed with her without a kiss, but he always had too much fun teasing his wife.
Lorraine let out a breathy little chuckle before she leaned down to give him a quick peck on his lips.
“No, a-a good one,” he said, placing his hand on her waist.
Giggling, she closed her eyes and leaned back in, cupping his face, kissing him long and passionately and lovingly and devotedly. He moaned into her mouth, the grip on her waist growing tighter. His hand slipped lower and lower, wanting more. But before he could take things further, she pulled back.
“Ed, can you come back to bed with me now?”
Nearly breathless but smiling widely, he replied, “Let’s go.”
They stood up, leaving everything on the couch how it was, and walked back upstairs to their room.
Ed was the first to lay down on the cool bed that was missing the heat of his body. “Come here,” he said to her with one free, open arm as the other pulled the blanket over his legs. He was more than ready–and happy–to hold her in his arms like he did every night.
She took her slippers off and got in bed immediately after he did. He helped pull the blanket for her to get under it with him. Lorraine scooted as close to him as possible. And close still wasn’t close enough.
He wrapped his arms around her as she put one leg over his. She laid her head on his chest and felt a rush of familiarity and love. His scent was calming and soothing. She didn’t need anything else. Everything she did need was right there with her.
“Ed?” Lorraine mumbled, tired and sleepy.
“Mhm?” Ed hummed.
She looked up at him, her eyes flicking between his eyes and his lips. “Don’t leave me again.”
He chuckled. “Hon, you were the one who kicked me out.”
“I’m not talking about that…”
Ed swallowed as his smile faded, feeling guilty for having hurt the person he loved most. He nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. “Yeah.”
“And don’t lie to me anymore, either… The next time you do, you’ll be sleeping outside with my chickens,” Lorraine joked.
“You won’t let that happen.” Ed brushed her loose curls behind her ear, then cupped her chin.
“Well, I’ll sure let them inside the house to annoy you and get back at you,” Lorraine said. And she was serious about it. She had been having the chickens inside their house more often than usual, and Ed had no other choice than to let her, even if he got a headache from them getting in his way and the constant noise they made.
“Silly girl.” Ed laughed, booping her nose. “You do need to stop letting them inside, though.”
Lorraine shook her head slowly, smiling and laying her head back on his chest, closing her eyes. “Not happening.”
He exhaled and shrugged a shoulder, simply accepting it. “As long as that makes you happy, I’m fine with it… I love you, Lorraine.” Ed kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight.”
♡ Lorraine getting fingered at the movie theater ♡
nsfw
{Ed Warren/Lorraine Warren, smut, semi-public sex, v. fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, finger sucking, squirting, fingerfucking, coming untouched, sexual overstimulation, movie night, teasing, making out, hair-pulling, choking kink}
wc: 3.9k+
notes: Is the conjuring fandom alive and breathing?
-Also posted on my ao3 acct!
“God, this movie is so awful and boring,” Ed mumbled as low as he could, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bucket Lorraine was holding in her lap. He shoved them all in his mouth, his cheeks full as he chewed the sweet and buttery snack.
They hadn’t realized, but they somehow had the whole theater to themselves. It was empty, yet Ed and Lorraine both had everything they needed right there with them. As long as they had each other, they were fine being in any empty and silent room.
“Shh… Ed, it’s not that bad. Pay attention. You’re the one who picked it,” Lorraine whispered back at him, laughing softly.
He had been bugging Lorraine about some movie he was itching to watch since they came back from London. They hadn’t had the chance because they were both still recovering from the aftermath of the Hodgson family case. It had taken a toll on them, both mentally and physically, but they were now happy to be back home and with each other. Safe and sound.
“Yeah, I don’t know why I picked this one.” Ed blew a puff of air, throwing his head back, seeing that not one person was sitting behind them. Then, he raised his neck again to look at the front and lower seats, realizing that no one was in the room with them. Leaning back on the red seat, he turned to look at her with a smirk slowly appearing on his face as a very clever and dirty idea came to his mind.
They were sitting on one of the middle rows, not too far from the screen, but not too close. Just right to get a perfect view of the movie they were watching. Her eyes remained plastered on the wide screen, but from the corner of her eye, she could feel him staring at her. If the lights were on, he would definitely notice that she was blushing and probably tease her about it.
“What?” Lorraine glanced over at Ed for a second before looking back at the screen in front of them.
“We have the room to ourselves,” Ed said at a normal talking level this time, his smirk stretching into a full-on smile that hadn’t gone unnoticed by his wife.
She knew what Ed’s intentions were when he made that statement.
“Do we?” Lorraine turned her head, looking around the theater, searching for a sign that Ed might have missed someone who was actually accompanying them. “We do,” she confirmed, answering her own question before diverting her attention back to the screen.
“That’s how bad the movie is, Hon,” he added, placing his hand on her thigh, rubbing slowly, trying to distract her from the movie.
She would be lying if she said she wasn’t turned on by the way he was stroking her thigh, especially knowing exactly what he was thinking. Still, she tried to hold back. There were live cameras in the back corners and front of the room, and submitting to Ed’s requests would likely get them in trouble if someone was monitoring them.
He rubbed at her thigh higher and higher with more purpose and sensuality each time. His eyes never shifted away from her; he stared at her in awe. A look of both lust and love. Ed was acutely aware of how badly she wanted to squirm–how sensitive she was to his touch–but for whatever reason, she didn’t give in just yet.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Lorraine asked, even though she knew exactly why.
“Because you’re so beautiful.” Ed never missed the opportunity to compliment his wife no matter where they were, what they were doing, who they were with, who was watching. He liked making her feel seen, loved worshipping every ground she walked on. “Give me a kiss. Let’s fool around a little,” Ed suggested, slipping his hand between her legs, slightly pushing them apart. There was absolutely no way she was going to ignore his touch now.
“No, Ed. I’m-I’m watching the movie. You should do the same.” Lorraine could feel herself throbbing and getting wet just from the thought of them doing something they weren’t exactly supposed to be doing while they were out in public like this. As wrong as she knew it was to even think of doing something so horny, so filthy, so sinful, she was aching for more than just his touch. She wanted to feel him all over her.
“Lorraine,” Ed whispered, cupping her chin to get her to turn her head and look at him. “Kiss me.” He brushed his thumb over her lips before they both leaned in to kiss, closing their eyes at the same time. One of his hands combed gently through her locks as his other hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing lightly. He could feel her pulse racing, getting quicker and quicker by the second.
He slid his warm tongue inside her mouth, turning their long kiss rather sloppy and wet and more heated. Their loud and intense breathing almost made them forget everything around them even existed.
A rush of blood flowed straight to his cock, making his pants feel tight. Ed wanted nothing more than to guide her to his lap and let her straddle him–use him–to bring herself to the edge, even with so many clothes standing between them.
Ed found himself running his palm down a bit lower, reaching the collar of her shirt and undoing the first few buttons of it. Immediately, he slid his hand through her bra. She moaned into his mouth as his large hand tested the weight of her breast. He flicked his thumb over her nipple a couple of times, then pinched the hard bud, eliciting a strangled noise out of her. It never took him long to get her so riled up to the point she was the one initiating things.
He slowly but surely continued to run his palm down lower and lower, until finally, he cupped her clothed pussy. “Can I…?” Ed asked, pulling back just a little, struggling to control his heavy breathing.
Lorraine pulled back as well, grabbing his hand. She sat up straight, licking her swollen pink lips and trying to fix her shirt. “No. Behave,” she replied, but it was more like she was telling herself. “Just because there’s no one in here, doesn’t mean we’re not still… out.”
“Please,” her husband begged softly, taking her hand to stop her from buttoning her shirt back up and kissing her knuckles. “I’ll make you feel good.”
“I don’t doubt that, it’s just… What if someone walks in?”
“No one’s going to walk in, Hon,” Ed reassured, caressing her rosy cheek. “The movie is already halfway done, and no one’s here,” he said, still trying to convince his wife that they were just fine and free to do what they both pleased.
She thought about it for a moment. Part of her wanted to be ethical, but the thrill they both got off of the possibility of getting caught–perhaps even banned from a public place, one that they liked going to at that–was too overpowering.
Of course, with their already controversial reputation, they wouldn’t want such scandals, but there was just something about it that intensified the throbbing need between her legs.
He was right, though. The movie was only approximately fifty more minutes until it would be over. She was sure–more than sure–that he would make her orgasm at least once before then, before all the lights turned back on and the workers came to clean the room.
“We’ll be fine, as long as you don’t get too loud,” Ed teased, winking at her.
Lorraine scoffed in response, jokingly offended. “You say that like you’re not just as loud–if not louder–sometimes.”
“I know.” Ed chuckled as he brushed a loose curl behind her ear. “And I’m not ashamed of it. I need to let my wife know I enjoy and love what she does to me.”
She rolled her eyes at his silly, but true, comment. Most men would probably be shy, embarrassed even, to show any kind of emotion or be vocal in bed, but not Ed. That’s one thing she had always loved about him: his security in his masculinity. It made him far more attractive than he thought.
“Please,” Ed begged again. “Be a good girl for me… Please.” He sounded so pathetic. If she would’ve denied him, she would’ve actually felt bad and taken her response back so quick.
Sighing, she finally folded, shooting a tiny, warm smile at him.
He grinned widely at her approval, like it was all he ever wanted.
Quickly, he grabbed the bucket of popcorn that she was holding and placed it on the empty seat beside him. Lifting the armrest of the seats, he scooted closer to her.
“I didn’t even know you could do that,” Lorraine said, surprised at how easily Ed had lifted the armrest she could’ve sworn was immobile and glued between the seats.
They had been going to that movie theater for years, but they had never done anything there. And that was probably just because they’ve never had the theater to themselves like they did now. It wasn’t unusual for Ed to give her what he wanted when they were out, but they did always try to find the emptiest spot possible.
“I worked as an usher, remember? I know a thing or two about movie theaters,” Ed boasted, looking into her eyes that were glowing with desire, even in the dark.
She smiled, reminiscing about the night they met, when she immediately knew they were meant for each other. Shifting slightly to the side, she placed her hand on his chest. She could feel every ridge of his muscles through his shirt, his body warm and bringing her comfort. As always.
“I love you,” Ed breathed out very low, being mindful–but not really–of movie theater etiquette.
“I love you,“ Lorraine said back before kissing at his jaw ever so gently and raising her head just a little to reach his ear. “I want you to make me come, Ed. Please.” Her voice was soft, but her tone made it very clear what it was that she wanted. She wanted–needed–him.
“You’re going to come, Lorraine. I’ll make sure of it. Trust me,” he promised, wrapping his arm around her waist. He gave her a peck on the lips, feeling her smile against his in return. “When have I ever not made you come?” Ed asked politely. “Hm?”
She stayed silent, her lips parting to say something, but only quivering to the side. Never unintentionally. The only few times he ever kept her from orgasms were when he wanted to make her last longer, or when he was punishing her for acting out. Sometimes both.
“Exactly.” Reaching down, his palm found the waistband of her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them.
Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he lubricated two of his fingers with his spit, though it wasn’t really necessary. Lorraine inhaled sharply in anticipation as she watched him do so.
“Spread your legs for me,” Ed commanded as he used his other hand to pull down on her bra to cup the soft and sensitive flesh that begged for his attention.
Almost instinctively, she did as he asked, allowing him to slide his hand right through her panties that wouldn’t be the first pair they ruin. His fingers immediately greeted her soaked pussy, making her gasp.
“Fuck, Lorraine, you’re so wet,” Ed muttered as he ran his slick fingers up and down her slippery folds.
Lorraine let her head fall back, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. Her pussy was dripping, and Ed had no clue when that had happened. He was well aware of how quickly he could turn her on, but God was she unbelievable sometimes.
It took everything in him to not fuck her right then and there, let everyone outside know just how much they loved each other.
“Talk about me misbehaving in public…” His voice echoed in her ear. “You always do this, act all innocent when you’re out there or in front of other people, but when you’re alone, with me…” He paused for a quick second to plant wet, open-mouthed kisses on her neck, tasting her velvety skin. “God, you’re worse than I am. You’re just better at hiding it,” Ed continued as his fingertips pressed against her puffy clit, rubbing tight circles, causing her to whine and shudder.
“Shut up,” she managed to breathe out, turning her head toward his chest, inhaling his scent.
Ed chuckled in response, his fingers never pausing the overly practiced and always flawless choreography.
He rolled her pink, hard bud between his thumb and index finger over and over, providing her with a perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
So eager for more, she arched into his hand desperately. She humped his hand slightly, getting it all wet and creamy with her arousal.
“Does that feel good?”
“Mhm,” Lorraine whimpered, scrunching her nose.
“Use your words, Hon. Tell me how good I make you feel,” Ed demanded.
“You make me… feel so… so good,” she said, barely even a sentence.
“Yeah? You like that?” He needed to fuck her bad. The thick tent and straining in his pants were proof of that.
She nodded, biting her lower lip, trying her best to stifle the pretty noises that drove Ed crazy.
“Let me hear how much you like it.” Without a warning, he dragged his fingertips down her slit to find her honeyed entrance before sticking two fingers inside her pussy, stretching her wide.
“God, yes, Ed,” she moaned, reaching for his hand that massaged and played with her rosy nipple. “Oh, God,” Lorraine panted as Ed steadily pumped his fingers in and out of her in that perfect rhythm he always did. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Never,” Ed promised, hooking his fingers inside her, his fingertips kissing that sweet spot that made her see stars. “You feel so good, Hon.”
At his words, she clenched around his fingers fiercely, making his cock twitch in response.
“So fucking tight,” Ed praised, roughly squeezing her tit, bucking his hips up as his swollen cock chased after friction. “God, I wish I could feel you tighten like this around my cock right now.”
“Please,” Lorraine whined, her gummy walls tightening around his fingers again, reluctant to let him go.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Lorraine. I need to loosen you up a bit,” Ed said as he introduced a third digit and fucked her pussy with his thick fingers faster, getting her so close to the edge. He managed to circle her swollen clit with his thumb at the same time.
The wet and filthy squelch of her sloppy pussy and her pretty moans filled the comfortable silence in the room. They were both too lost in euphoria. So lost that if someone did walk in, they wouldn’t even hear or notice.
“God, listen to how wet you are for me.” The painful tightness in his pants was too much; he couldn’t resist it. He could feel his pink tip oozing with beads of precome, making a tiny stain appear in the front of his pants. “You’re doing so well for me, taking my fingers like a good girl.”
He watched as her facial expressions changed the closer and closer she got. Watching her was obviously more entertaining than the movie. They had both lost track of the plot, but there was nothing more satisfying to Ed than watching her—and feeling her—fall apart just for him. He curled his fingers upward, hitting her g spot repeatedly, knowing she was so close to a release.
“Oh, Ed,” she moaned, again and again, suddenly becoming overwhelmed by everything. Her head was resting on his shoulder when her hand reached to grab onto something, landing on his hair. Fisting at a good chunk, she pulled hard, making him groan. “Hold on… Please. I’m going to make a mess,” Lorraine said, breathing heavily, sweat coating her forehead and chest.
“Make a pretty mess for me, Hon,” Ed ordered.
Her legs trembled, threatening to squeeze shut around his hand. She tried to hold it to prolong the intense sensation, but within not even a second, she had gushed out a clear fluid, flooding his hand and drenching her pants. A tear from her eyes streamed down her cheek from the overstimulation. “Oh, God. Ed…” She’d give up anything to have his cock buried deep inside her, making her feel so full and so much more closer to him. But him making her squirt only showed he was just as skilled with his hands as he was when it came down to fucking her senseless.
Lorraine arched her hips and ground her cunt against his hand, her mouth falling open out of pure ecstasy, so in need of that release. “I’m so, so close, Ed.” She brought his other hand up to her neck, resting her palm over his.
“Yeah? Be a good girl and come on my hand,” he said. Ed’s breath tickled her ear, sending chills up and down her spine. His grip on her neck grew tighter. “Let go for me, Hon. Let it all out.”
His words were enough to get her there. The heat that had built up deep in her core could no longer be sustained. Her thigh muscles began spasming, her eyes rolling back. It was then that she came so hard, moaning his name like it was the only thing she could remember.
“That’s it. Good girl, coming all over my fingers.” His cock throbbed desperately at the sight of her squirming. “Good fucking girl,” Ed praised her as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
Her eyes flickered onto the screen, but she didn’t pay attention to anything that was going on in the movie. His thumb slowly toyed with her throbbing clit as she came down from her high.
“Are you alright?” Ed asked, slowly taking his wet fingers out of her, with absolutely no urgency. His entire hand dripped with her sweet juices.
She nodded, swallowing, coating the dryness in the back of her throat. What she hadn’t noticed was that Ed had also reached his climax just a few seconds after she did, making a complete mess of himself in his pants.
“You did good,” he said, his hand going up to her trembling lips. “Taste yourself.”
Complying, she took his fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean. She swirled her tongue around them and moaned softly at her own tangy but sweet taste. The feeling of her warm mouth around his fingers made his cock pulse as his tip continued shooting tiny strings of hot come.
“Watching you fall apart for me is far more entertaining than this movie,” Ed confessed, cupping her chin with his slick hand and kissing her glossy lips, getting a hint of her taste.
“Is it?” Lorraine teased, licking her lips. Grabbing one of the napkins they got when they bought popcorn, she cleaned the residue of her arousal off of his hand and tossed the napkin to her side to throw in the trash later.
“Yeah,” he panted out.
She had finally caught on to his ragged breaths. And she couldn’t be more turned on. Turning to him, she looked down at the wet spot on his pants that was visible due to the bright lights coming from the screen. “Did you–”
“Come in my pants?” Ed finished her sentence. “I did.” Not an ounce of embarrassment was he experiencing. With enough mental energy, he could finish just by thinking about all the things he wanted to do to or with her.
“Ed.” She laughed softly. “You’re so…”
“What?” He snorted.
Easy.
“I couldn’t help it. You’re so beautiful when you come all over my hand like you just did.”
Her tingly lips parted as she reached over to palm his crotch, feeling the dampness. “Do you want me to…?” Lorraine offered in a coquette manner. It wouldn’t be the first time she took him in her mouth semi-soft until he grew hard again, and it was his sweet words of encouragement that made her enjoy it so much.
Dirty, dirty girl. He thought to himself, smiling crookedly before responding, “You know I would love that, Hon.” Ed sighed heavily before he reached for her sticky and ruined beyond repair pants to zip them back up for her.
He could tell she was still trying to catch her breath the way her chest was rising and falling at a much faster pace than normal.
“But we need to go.” He moved on to her shirt, buttoning it and fixing it for her, trying to make her look presentable again, even though he was always proud of his work and adored ruining her in the most beautiful and loving way possible.
“The movie isn’t over yet.” Lorraine smiled teasingly. She had already completely lost track of the plot, but Ed was right. It was boring and far too different from what they usually enjoyed watching. “We need to get our money’s worth.”
Ed shook his head. Taking a deep breath, he lowered the seat recliner and put the armrest back to where it was previously. He got up and stood in front of her. “Mm… No, we’re going home.”
Looking up at him with a naughty look on her face that was all too familiar to Ed while lowering the recliner of her own seat, she asked, “And what are we going to do when we get home?”
He leaned down, his body towering over her, blocking the entire screen. Both of his hands rested on either of her sides, trapping her in her seat. “I’m going to take my time with you. I need to feel you, taste you, be inside you.” He glanced down at the wet stain at the front of her pants, then back at her. “And I know you need me inside you, too.“
“What are you, a mind reader?” Lorraine teased as a smile stretched across her lips.
Ed shrugged his shoulders. “I learned from my wife.”
“Well, we need to work on it, because otherwise, you would’ve known I’ve been thinking about having you inside me all day.”
His point from earlier was proven: only in private was she so bold. “You’re bad, Hon. You know that?”
Lorraine giggled as he stood up straight again.
“Come on.” Ed grabbed her coat as she got up from her seat, her legs still vibrating. “Let’s go before I rent out the whole theater for the next showtime,” he said, helping her with her coat to cover the mess they both made. Thankfully, it was long enough.
“You would do that?” Lorraine asked, tying the belt of her coat.
“If I have to, I will.”
They chuckled in unison. They picked up the last of their belongings before heading towards the exit door of the theater room.
He opened the door for her, allowing her to go first, slapping her ass on her way out of the room.
She turned around quickly with a flushed face, whispering, “Ed.” A sign to make him stop. Back she was, to being the shy and innocent girl he thought he had married. He laughed at her sudden discretion. Her filthiest desires were only reserved for him. Ed was more than happy to experience all the different versions of his wife.
notes: these are just my head canons of what I think their kinks are and the ones I usually write my fics based on :) if you need further explanations feel free to ask ♡
-reminder that i'm always referring to lored from the MOVIES (the conjuring)
♱ horny catholics ♱
♡ Dom Ed/Sub Lorraine (usually)
♡ Praise Kink, especially Lorraine
♡ Pain Kink
♡ Spit Kink
♡ Begging
♡ Manhandling
♡ Squirting
♡ Breeding
♡ Choking
♡ Blindfolds
♡ Collaring ??? (I only kinda see it if it's with like belts and ties... they keep it cute and classy)
♡ Worship
♡ Hair-pulling
♡ Temperature play
♡ Domestic kink
♡ Bratting
♡ Gentle degradation
♡ Clothed Sex
♡ Slapping ?? (I kinda see it)
♡ Biting
♡ Dirty Talk
♡ Edging/orgasm denial
♡ Size Kink
♡ Cardiophilia… mmm, more of a Lorraine thing tho iykyk
♡ Public Sex
♡ Spanking
♡ Bondage
Fav positions: missionary ofc, doggy style only if it’s in front of a mirror, cowgirl (but even then, lorraine makes ed do all the work), 69 when they're feeling young and reckless.
-Ed loves looking at his wife take him yup
-I also do think Lorraine is far kinkier than Ed is; he just tends to follow along with whatever she wants more often
maybe I was just crazy, maybe it was the 2010s, or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted
♡ They're finally home from Judy and Tony's wedding ♡
nsfw
{Ed Warren/Lorraine Warren, smut, teasing, oral sex, blow jobs, hand jobs, come swallowing, v. fingering, p. in v. sex, edging, light BDSM, spanking, begging, dirty talk, choking, punishment, praise kink, squirting, aftercare, old married couple}
wc: 9k+
notes: this is my first fic on Tumblr (kinda scared) yay! I might change some things in my blog and edit as I go :) literally just here to post brainrot
The night hung beautifully as they sat down watching Judy and Tony dance, enjoying their first moments as a wedded couple. It was nearly midnight, and almost everyone had already gone home. Judy and Tony’s friends were the main ones still present.
Lorraine was resting her head on Ed’s shoulder, her hand mindlessly caressing his knee. He was trying his best to keep his composure, but it was exciting him more than he’d like. It was too bad they were surrounded by guests. Otherwise, he’d be giving her exactly what she wanted and needed right then and there.
He wasn't psychic like his wife, but he knew where things would end up from the moment she picked up her first glass of red wine at the reception. Taking red wine made her feel one of two ways: sad or horny. Rarely ever anything in between. Though, of course, Ed always preferred the latter. And good thing that was the case today.
It started a few hours ago, after they had dinner at the reception. He’d complained that it was feeling a little warm while they were eating. Without him asking her to, she turned to the side and undid his bowtie and unbuttoned the uppermost button. Just a while later, they were sitting down, taking a break from dancing to converse with the guests sitting at their table. She distracted him as she intentionally rubbed her foot against his calf under the table.
Then, when she was having a slice of strawberry cheesecake, she thought it’d be the perfect opportunity to tease him once again.
“Can I have some?” Ed asked, watching her bring the fork with a piece of cheesecake to her mouth.
“You’re funny,” she said, licking some strawberry jelly from her lips. Lorraine was always more strict on his diet than he was. No sweets for Ed at all, especially since his diagnosis. He’d gotten to the point he didn’t even try hiding that he had something he wasn't supposed to be having because she’d find out easily and he would never hear the end of it.
“Not even a little bit?” He pouted, looking down at her plate and then at her.
Lorraine shook her head slowly, with a smirk on her face. “Mmm,” she moaned softly, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.
“That good?”
She nodded, giggling at the look on his face as he watched her continue to enjoy eating.
He reached out to wipe the whipped cream on the side of her mouth with his thumb. She slightly turned her head and sucked the whipped cream off his thumb, not caring about their surroundings.
His lips parted at the feeling of her warm mouth. “You’re killing me,” he breathed out.
“You still can’t have any.” She chuckled, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.
“Well, I’m happy watching you eat it.”
Throughout the night, she kept giving him little hints, hoping he’d caught on to all of them, maybe pull her away from everyone else for a second. That was her goal: to get him so riled up he had no other choice but to take it out on her in the best way possible when he finally had the chance. It wasn't like they were the center of attention for others for them to notice their absence for a while. A couple times, she came so close to pulling him to the side herself, but she was quickly interrupted by Judy or one of her guests.
Lorraine had been helping Judy with all the wedding planning, from the moment Tony proposed to her until tonight. She was only delighted to be able to do so; however, she couldn’t deny she wanted it all to be over already to spend more time with her husband, who’d been trying to better bond with his now son-in-law.
Ed was currently gripping right below her waist, firmly. For the most part, he was just trying to provide her with safety and comfort. All night, he’d been ensuring Lorraine was at ease and helping her when she or Judy needed his assistance with something. What was stressing her out the most right now, though, was how bad she wanted him.
“They look happy,” Lorraine mumbled so lowly he thought she might have just been speaking to herself.
“They are.”
She lifted her head to look up at him, her eyes low, and, in a way, seductive. “You think so?”
“I know so. I know that look in both their faces too well. It’s the look of love,” Ed said while smiling at his wife.
“Mm, yeah.” She smiled back at him before kissing his neck. The collar of his shirt was in the way of the precise spot she wanted to kiss, but she did so anyway, leaving it stained of her lipstick.
“You know what today has reminded me of?” Ed asked as his hand inched lower and lower, reaching the side of her ass.
“What?” Lorraine’s eyes flickered between his eyes and his mouth. She tried not to imagine his mouth in places only he was lucky enough to have access to but couldn't help it.
“Us. Our own wedding.”
Judy and Tony reminded them both of themselves–how young they were when they met and fell in love. While Ed hadn’t had a good impression of Tony at first, he’d grown to like him as he opened up to him more and spoke about Judy similar to the way he spoke–and still speaks–about his wife. Lorraine told him he didn’t have much of a choice but to accept Tony because he was the man that was making their daughter happy.
“Are you making our daughter’s wedding about us?” Lorraine teased, raising a brow at him.
“Maybe just a little,” Ed admitted. “I won’t lie, while the father was talking back at the chapel, I wasn’t really paying attention. I was just thinking about us and looking at you.”
That wasn’t the only time he’d been distracted today. When she’d walk away from him for just a few seconds to greet someone or when Judy asked her to help her with touch-ups, he would stare at her across the room, unable to look elsewhere. All that teasing she was doing only made matters worse.
“I know; I caught you a few times.”
He leaned down to her so she could hear him over the loud dance music playing, his lips softly brushing against her ear. “Oh, yeah? Well, you’re not so innocent yourself, either. You've been giving me those eyes all day.”
She moved her hand that’d been resting on his knee higher, above his thigh, so close to his… “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“But you do.”
Her pinkie finger slightly brushed over his cock, and she gave him the eyes he was referring to.
Ed cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his seat and grabbing her hand. “Hon, we’re still… here.” He looked around nervously, realizing no one was even paying attention to them, and yet, he felt like people were staring.
“I know.” Lorraine sighed. “I just… Sorry. I think I’ve had too much to drink.”
“I should take you home, then. I know how you get when you drink wine.”
“And how is it that I get, Ed?” She sat up straight, waiting for Ed’s response.
“Crazy. For me.”
She laughed softly, blushing under the dim lights at his statement, knowing it was true. She wasn’t sure if it was the glasses of wine she had or the way he said it that were turning her on more. Maybe both. Or maybe, it was just him.
“Let’s go home, yeah?” Ed suggested again, his voice husky and very inciting.
“We’re supposed to stay with Judy until everyone has left, Ed,” she said as she played with the edge of the tablecloth with one hand, her other on top of his thigh.
“Hon, I’m sure Judy and Tony can handle it.” He placed his hand over hers.
“But I promised her we’d stay.” Lorraine turned her head to look at him.
“Just tell her that I’m tired or that we’re tired.” Ed reached out for his glass cup filled with cold water and took a sip. “She’ll understand. Unless… you want to go find somewhere here?”
Here? It wouldn’t be as romantic as it would be back at their home, but she contemplated it. Because she didn’t know how much longer she could go without him; his touch; his mouth; his cock. It’s not like it would be the first time they did something that wasn’t at their house, but it wasJudy’s wedding and she didn’t want to ruin it having her or someone else catching them having such an adventure.
She looked over at Judy and Tony who were on the dancefloor with some of their friends. Finally, she said, “I’ll tell her when she sits down again.” Hopefully soon. Lorraine sighed and glanced over at Ed who had a crooked smile planted on his face. She rested her chin on her hand. “We’re terrible. Leaving her to go…” she paused.
“Go what?” His eyes filled with lust and love. Almost as if the universe had heard them, Judy started walking over to them. “Oh, look who’s coming over.”
Lorraine turned her head, her eyes meeting a smiling Judy. “Judy… we’re leaving,” she said almost immediately after she made it to their table to take a seat.
“What? You’re not staying?” Judy asked, taking her heels off to give her feet a break.
Lorraine’s lip quivered to the side as she shook her head.
“Why?”
Slight disappointment was visible in Judy’s tone, but she couldn’t tell her daughter they were leaving earlier than expected so they could go fuck, so she turned to Ed.
“Are you feeling alright, dad?” Judy became concerned for a quick second before Ed replied.
“Of course, sweetie. Just… tired, is all. It’s already past our bedtime.”
While it wasn’t the reason they wanted to leave, it wasn’t exactly a lie, either. They’ve gotten to the age where they didn’t really enjoy being out for more than a couple hours.
“I understand.” Judy turned, searching for Tony and calling him over with her hand when she found him. “My parents are leaving early,” she told Tony.
He nodded, no questions asked.
Ed grabbed his suit coat from the table and stood up, more than ready to leave. Lorraine picked up her purse from the ground and stood up as well.
“Judy, will you be fine?” Lorraine asked, feeling just a little guilty for breaking her promise to her daughter. She knew it was harmless. Still, mom guilt made its way to her head.
“Yes, mom. How could I not?” Judy got up from her seat and smiled over at Tony who was already looking at her and smiling.
Pulling Judy in for an embrace, she stated, “I love you. Be happy. You deserve it.”
“I will. I am.” She nuzzled into her mother’s neck, just like she did when she needed comfort or was afraid of something her visions had shown her.
“Take care of her,” Ed said to Tony, extending his arm to shake his hand.
“Of course, Mr. Warren–Ed,” Tony corrected himself.
“We’re family now, right?” Ed smiled at his son-in-law, then hugged Judy.
“Goodnight, and congratulations to you both again,” Ed said, grabbing Lorraine’s hand.
They quickly said their goodbyes to the remaining guests and walked over to the parking lot afterward. Finally.
He opened the passenger door for Lorraine who sat inside but kept her legs outside the car, looking up at him.
Grabbing the front of his slacks, she pulled him closer. The look she was giving him always made it hard for him to resist her intentions.
“Hon–”
“There’s no one around, Ed.”
He let her untuck the side of his shirt from his pants and unbuckle his belt–because it was definitely not like he didn’t want to–before he gently grabbed her hands.
“I know, but people are still leaving. Someone could show up anytime. Come on, get in. I’ll try to get us home as soon as possible.” He winked at her.
Ed was right, she thought. They wouldn’t exactly be able to do everything they wanted in a parking lot, in the backseat. If they did, she had to be very quiet, and that was a nearly impossible task for her to do.
He closed the car door and made his way around to the driver’s seat. He pulled out of the parking lot almost immediately, barely letting the car heat up.
Their ride back home was quieter than usual, but they both knew why that was. His hand on her thigh reassured her that their plans were still in place. The good thing was that the reception hall wasn’t further than ten minutes away from their house. They’d be home in no time if Ed stepped on the gas just a little more.
His slightly reckless driving reminded her of when they were younger and her father told Ed he wanted her back home at a certain time. She smiled to herself thinking about it.
Ed made one last turn as they neared their house. He pulled into their driveway and parked the car, unbuckling his seatbelt immediately.
“You know what I was thinking about on our way home?” He slowly slipped his hand under the skirt of her dress. Placing his hand over her clothed pussy, he caused her breath to hitch. He felt a dampness that made him wonder what he’d done to have her like this. He pushed her panties to the side, dipping his middle finger into her wetness. “This… God, were you this wet the entire day?”
She bit her lower lip lightly and nodded.
“For me?” He asked, pressing his fingertip over her throbbing clit, causing her to recline her head against the seat.
“For you, Ed.” She brought her hand to the back of his neck, stroking his skin softly. Her sole touch did something to him that nothing else could ever come close to doing. “The wine is half to blame–well, maybe not half. Maybe, like, twelve percent.”
“And the rest, me?” He moved his finger from her clit down to her entrance and very subtly, circled the wet area, teasing her nerve endings.
“Yes,” Lorraine sighed, her eyes closed.
Ed was unsure if that was a response to his question or his finger on her. What he was sure of, though, was that she needed him bad. In ways that only he could ever satisfy.
She pressed herself against Ed’s hand, only for him to withdraw his touch from her.
What Ed could never fathom was that he really didn’t have to do anything to turn her on. Neither did she. Knowing how much they both loved each other was probably enough to get them off, truthfully.
“While it flatters me to hear that, Hon, I don’t recall having done anything to have you like this.” He brought his wet finger to her mouth, tracing her lips and kissing her, tasting her sweetness. “But you, on the other hand…” Ed paused and shook his head, slowly before continuing, “You’ve been bad–a bad girl today, Mrs. Warren. And you know what happens to bad girls, right?”
As a result of his words, a hot fire sparked up low in her belly; she needed a release. Or two.
“Do you want to go inside and show me or…?” She squeezed her thighs together, searching for some kind of friction to fulfill the throbbing that’d only gotten worse since they arrived home.
“Do I?” He frowned for a second and glanced down at her lap. The smirk on his face grew wider into a smile, and then a laugh that made a wave of heat rush to her face.
Because they understood each other so well, they didn’t have to say much more. They got out of the car at the same time–not caring about taking their belongings inside with them–and ran to the porch, both giggling like teenagers sneakily running away and doing something they’re not supposed to. Ed unlocked their front door and allowed her to step foot inside first. He closed the door behind him and locked it, throwing the keys wherever they landed.
Too impatient to wait even just a few seconds longer for him to do something, anything, she pushed him against the door, kissing him so desperately he could feel the heat radiating from within her body. Hooking her fingers to the front of his pants, she slipped her hand through his underwear and cupped his bulge. She could feel him growing harder with each kiss and it only made her feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Her pussy ached for and craved not just his touch and cock and mouth, but him. It was him she felt safe with. It was him that brought her peace. The pleasure only came second. Lorraine wanted to feel him so close to her soul already, but she also knew he wasn't going to give it to her that easily.
Ed desired her just as much as she desired him. He wanted–no, needed, to be inside her, but not without first teaching her a sweet, innocent lesson for having teased him all day when he wasn’t exactly able to do what he wanted–what they both wanted–at the time. He groaned into her mouth as his hands roamed her back, finding the zipper of her dress to help her out of it and letting it fall to the ground. Kicking her shoes off to the side, she wrapped her arms around his neck, closing their proximity with a sloppy kiss.
Their breaths intensified and heart rates increased. A few moans trying to escape Lorraine’s throat here and there interfered with the moment. Her pretty sounds disrupted the stillness and emptiness and quietness in their house. His hands squeezed her ass roughly as he pushed her back a few steps until they reached the couch and he laid her down softly, their lips never retracting from each other’s.
He set his knee between her thighs, pressing ever so slightly against her pussy. He braced himself with one arm against the back of the couch, hovering over her. His other arm wrapped around her back, holding her close. One foot remained planted on the ground.
Pulling the front of her bra down just enough, he latched his mouth onto one of her breasts, sucking fiercely. The taste of her skin spiked his levels of hunger for her.
She turned her head to the side, eyes closed as she relished every lick and flick of his tongue on her stiff nipple.
“Ed,” she panted out, her fingers combing through his now messy hair. “Come here.”
Cupping his cheeks, she kissed him passionately, grinding her needy, wet cunt against his thigh, leaving a tiny stain on his black pants. She pulled back for a quick second, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths.
He looked at her glossy lips, smudged lipstick around her mouth–lipstick that’d probably transferred onto his lips, but he didn't care. His mind went exactly to where hers had been almost all day. Begging to be freed, his cock twitched as a response to his own imagination.
“You took your medications today, right?” Lorraine asked. She was being mindful of his heart condition to ensure he wouldn’t get too worked up, even though witnessing him get so worked up in this context would thrill her knowing she was the only reason for it.
“Sure did, Hon.”
The only reason he’d actually been taking his medications as his doctor recommended was because she told him he wouldn’t get any if he didn’t. And that would hurt him more than it would hurt her. Ed knew that, which is why he was complying. She had him wrapped around her finger, but he was exactly where he wanted to be.
She brought her hand to the collar of his shirt and played with the buttons. “So if I count them, there’ll be eighteen left?”
Ed nodded. “Eighteen left.”
She slapped him gently, a grin appearing on her face. “Good boy.” Lorraine was being rather bold tonight. His mouth fell open. She had him at her mercy, but not for too long; this was just the beginning.
Her words were no surprise to him; she knew they’d get him riled up.
Looking into her eyes, he felt a connection of lust, but most of all, he felt love circulating her entire body. A love that was reserved just for him.
With his fingertips, he traced the beautiful curve outline of her waist leading down to her hip, squeezing right there, his fingers forming little dents on her skin. The painful tightness in his pants was causing a discomfort that only Lorraine could ever take care of properly.
A bead of precome seeped through his pants, just from kissing her.
“My wife.” Ed’s mouth curved into a smile like he was proud to be able to say that. And he was. “My pretty wife,” he repeated like a prayer. Because he would never hesitate to drop to his knees and worship her just like she deserved.
She shivered and whined in response. His words alone nearly melted her under his touch. "Let’s go upstairs, Ed.”
“Whatever you want, Mrs. Warren.” He lifted her off the couch with ease, using his one arm.
Her legs wrapped around his torso as he carried her up the stairs. She kissed his pulse greedily and bit at his neck softly yet harsh enough to leave a mark of her teeth, causing him to grunt at the tingling sensation.
Tugging at her hair, he tried to find the pearly pins that were holding it up to let it loose. One by one, he took them out and held them inside his fist.
“God, how many pins did you use?”
“Too many. Sorry. It had to stay in place all day,” Lorraine explained, her breath caressing his neck before attacking it with wet kisses again.
Ed liked her hair in whatever way she decided to style it, but he preferred when she wore it down, even if that meant he would spend more time than he’d like imagining himself grabbing a fistful of her hair while she sucked his cock.
Finally, he made it to their bedroom and flipped the lights on, setting her pins on the nearest stand. He placed her down and ran his fingers through her wavy and puffy hair, massaging gently.
While kicking his shoes off to the side, he reached for the zipper of his pants, but she was quick to stop him by grabbing on the waistband.
“Let me,” she exhaled.
Of course. How could he deny her?
She took his belt–that was already unbuckled from her earlier attempt–out of all the loops and threw it on the bed, saving it for usage later. She unzipped Ed’s pants, letting them drop to his feet.
He turned her around and slapped her ass hard, eliciting a loud, pornographic moan out of her. He moved her hair to the front to kiss her neck and shoulders and back. Her skin was the softest and she smelled like flowers and maybe a hint of vanilla. Purposely, she backed her ass against his cock. He unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground, exposing her breasts. His palms rested on her belly as he pressed against her.
Ed could’ve easily fucked her already, but he didn’t want it to be over yet, not after she’d been teasing him all day. It was his turn to tease her all night, make her wait just a little longer before making her come. And he was going to make her come.
He cupped her tits and fondled them, just how she liked. Pinching her nipples and rolling the pebbled flesh between his thumb and index fingers, he sent electric sparks down to her clit.
She tilted her head to the side to give him more access to her neck. Ed brought one hand up to it and gripped tightly, causing her to gasp.
“I need you all over me, Ed,” a ragged whisper left her lips. She rubbed his thick, hard cock over his underwear.
“I know, Hon. Trust me, I know,” he said against her ear, nibbling on it just a little.
Her knees were weak, barely holding her up.
The way he was rough in the gentlest way possible never failed to make her feel more lovely than she already did. He was always gentle with her, unless she begged him to be otherwise.
Her other hand reached the back of his neck as his ministrations on her breasts continued.
“You want to make me come?”
She nodded desperately. “Yes,” Lorraine responded in a low tone, his hand still squeezing her throat.
“Yeah? Make me come, then.” He grasped her breasts. “I want to come on your pretty tits.”
She might’ve been the one teasing him all day, but he had a dirty, filthy mouth that she would typically not let slide if they were in a different context.
His words were her green light, though. She turned around to face him and slid his undone bowtie off his collar, throwing it next to the belt. Lorraine knew exactly what she wanted him to do to her: punish her. But he hadn’t yet put together the puzzle pieces that she specifically wanted him to use those accessories on her. It wouldn’t be the first time he punished her, and certainly not the last time.
She pushed him back towards their bed–her eyes never leaving his–and used all her force to rip the front of his shirt open, sending a few buttons flying. Ed had too many white button-ups to care about his now ruined top.
Helping her, he threw it off to the ground. She took in a good look of her husband who had the body of a Greek God statue. She was obsessed with his body, obsessed with him.
The only thing keeping them separate now were their undergarments.
Lorraine placed her hands on his pecs and kissed on his neck hungrily, like she couldn’t get enough of him, and then his chest and abs, working her way down until she was on her knees, kissing his muscular thighs.
“You look good from down here.” She looked up at him as she slid his underwear down his legs, letting his erection spring free, his pink tip leaking with precome. It was no surprise to her.
At the sight of his cock, she inhaled a sharp breath, her mouth watering and lips tingling. Years ago, when it was her first time giving him a blow job, she would have been intimidated. Not by Ed’s expectations necessarily, but his size.
Ed never really expected such a sweet, sinful favor from her. He was the kind of man that liked to give more than he liked to receive. He received by giving. So, it wasn’t very often she sucked his cock, but when she did, she only left him wanting even more of her because she did it so skillfully and beautifully and flawlessly.
“Oh, yeah? You look good from up here. You look beautiful, Lorraine.”
His words made her heart flutter and eyes twinkle.
He sat down on the edge of his side of the bed, reaching over to grab the pillow he usually slept on and handing it to her to place beneath her knees. As she did so, she had a devious but sweet smile on her face, sure she was about to take his soul.
She scooted closer to him to adjust herself between his legs, granting him a perfect view.
“So beautiful,” he said, brushing her hair back for her into a ponytail with one hand.
Her hands were on his thighs, and she began kissing him right there, leaving a trail of tiny pecks until she reached his cock. Grabbing it, she wrapped her hand at the base before spitting a thick glob on it. Using her thumb, she spread her spit over the head and slicked the rest of him down, all while looking up at him. She was determined to drive him crazy. The tiny hairs on his thighs grazed her tits, his rough skin relieving the ache of the pebbled flesh just a little.
His chest rose and fell watching her give his cock lots of love. She placed a soft kiss on his swollen tip and slid her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
Finally, she took his cock into her warm and loving mouth, causing him to lean back as he savored the feeling. Closing her eyes as she sucked, she stroked him where her mouth neglected him.
“Your mouth feels fucking amazing, Hon,” Ed praised, tilting his head back again out of pleasure.
With her other hand, she squeezed his hip, digging crescents at his skin as she continued to work her head back and forth on his cock, making him groan loudly.
Ed had never been embarrassed or shy to let her know how much he loved what she did to him, nor did he ever have a problem submitting himself under her care.
She pushed her head down further, taking him as much as she could. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked harder, and his grip on her hair grew firmer. Her core throbbed with need. She couldn’t wait for him to thrust deep inside her and fuck her so good.
Ed pushed her head down even further, until the tip of her nose met the base of his cock. Hearing her gag softly from that made him chuckle. He guided her head up and down, hitting the back of her throat over and over, not giving her a break.
Focusing on breathing through her nose, she bobbed her head more greedily, feeling his cock pulsing against her tongue as she took him.
It wasn’t always like this; it took her a bit of practice to perfect her learning his body.
Lorraine rocked her hips against nothingness, her pussy begging for attention. A collection of tears swelled in the corners of her eyes, mascara running down her cheeks. She pinched her eyebrows together, enjoying just as much as–if not more than–he was.
Only she could perform a filthy act with such harmony, elegance and beauty. A mix of his groans and her muffled moans filled their room. He guided her with a rhythm, coating her tongue with precome. He tasted clean with a hint of saltiness; she’d always been in love with his smell and taste. His loud groans sent shivers straight to her core. She was sucking every ounce of pleasure out of him.
Ed’s stomach tightened, his hips jerking upward, fucking her mouth. “I’m going to come, Hon.”
She smiled against his cock, hearing his grunts, knowing he was about to finish.
“Fuck,” he panted out heavily, his body going still, trembling as he spilled inside her mouth.
She swallowed his come without hesitation, like she always did.
Pulling back, she locked her teary eyes on him, strings of come and slob still connecting her mouth to his cock.
Even with smudged mascara and smudged lipstick, she looked beautiful to him.
But she didn’t stop there, no. Pleasing her husband made her feel too good to stop.
Giving him no time to recover, she grabbed his cock again, pulling the foreskin back and brushing her thumb over his slit, feeling warm come still shooting out.
“Hon–”
She twisted her hand up and down, slowly yet cruelly, increasing the speed after each second passed. It wasn’t going to take him too long to come again.
Her eyes never looked elsewhere but at his. He leaned back a little to get a better view of her.
Before he came for the second time, she hovered her chest over his cock, pointing it toward her breasts and painting them with his come, just like he wanted to.
He breathed heavily and relaxed the grip on her hair as he came down from his high. “God, you were perfect, Lorraine. So fucking perfect,” Ed said, wiping around her mouth and then her lips with his thumb, grabbing her jaw in his hand. He was aware of how turned on she was just from making him come twice so quick. “Come here.”
She stood up and cupped his face. Her eyes still begged for something. “Am I a good girl yet, Ed?” Lorraine challenged, grabbing his chin with her very sticky hand. She was so fucking hungry for him. Sucking his cock didn’t exactly sate her. It was enough but it wasn’t sufficient. She wanted more.
Ed knew what she was doing; she was provoking him.
She leaned down slightly to kiss him, running her fingers through his hair.
“Do you think you are?” He grabbed her ass roughly, pulling her closer.
Pressing her reddened lips together, she shook her head. “No.”
“You’re so wet and ready for my cock, aren’t you?”
Lorraine nodded, a tiny pout forming on her swollen lips.
He smiled to himself before he kissed around her nipple, licking and sucking in all the wonderful ways, getting a taste of himself in the process. “It’s too bad only good girls get cock and get to come,” Ed said, squeezing her ass hard, causing her to whimper softly.
“Yeah,” she sighed, bringing her hands down to his shoulders. “Ed,” she whined, glancing over at the belt and piece of fabric behind him that she’d put there earlier. She reached out for them and held them in front of Ed. ”I want you to use these on me.”
Ed finally realized why she’d put them there and didn’t throw them elsewhere like she did the rest of his clothes. “You want me to…” He grabbed them from her hands, a grin immediately appearing on his face. He was not against her requests at all. “You want me to fuck you–punish you–into a good girl?”
She nodded again, way more desperately this time. A bit pathetically even.
“Say it,” Ed demanded, his loving dominance blazing around him.
“Please.”
“Please what, Hon? I want to hear you say it.”
“Please fuck and punish me, Ed.” She rarely swore, which is why when she did, he knew she really wanted what she was asking for.
The six words rang something deep inside him. He didn’t take her statement as a request; he took it as a challenge, a dare.
“You might not be able to wear low cut neck shirts for a few days.” He stood up, throwing the leather belt around her neck in the gentlest manner and putting the end of the belt through the buckle.
“I don’t own that many anyway,” Lorraine said as Ed untucked her hair from the belt.
“Only we know why.” He twisted the end of the belt around his hand once, pulling her towards him by it. “Is it too tight?”
“No,” Lorraine replied, shaking her head, gulping. To her, it felt just perfect.
He grabbed the piece of black fabric and turned her around, her knees against their bed. Always trusting her husband, she put her wrists behind her back and he tied loops around them, securing them just enough. He planted a soft kiss on the back of her shoulder before bending her over the bed, one side of her face rubbing against the light blue bedsheet.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice everything you were doing all day.” He dragged her drenched underwear down her legs, exposing her bare ass, the cold air hitting her wet pussy.
There was no response from her, but she bit her lip out of anticipation. This was what she wanted, what she begged him for. She wiggled her ass against him slightly, and it took everything within him not to go ahead, fuck her from behind and use her body in every way he saw fit.
Grabbing the end of the belt, Ed said, “Seven spankings sound like a good enough punishment to me.” One for each time she teased him today. “Does that sound fair to you, Hon?”
A couple seconds passed, but she didn’t answer him. Her pulse was racing rapidly.
He twisted his hand around the belt again–twice this time–and pulled hard on it so he could see her face, causing her head to yank back and her back to arch. “I’m asking you if you think that’s a good enough punishment, Lorraine.”
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Good.” He pushed her back down and glided his fingers along her spine, feeling little chills on her skin.
Without warning, he moved his hand back and struck her skin once, immediately leaving a large, red handprint. His cock twitched as he watched her squeal and moan loudly out of pain. A pain that felt so good, that transformed into pleasure only because it was coming from the person she loved the most.
Ed had never asked her why she liked it so much; he just always went along with everything. But that was why.
They’d explored their kinks very early in their marriage. To his surprise, Lorraine was far kinkier than he was. At least at first. Ed was open to a lot of things, though, as long as his wife was, too.
He repeated the same motion again, smacking her ass just as harsh the second time, making her wince. By the third strike, her body was nearly convulsing, shaking, trembling. He traced the curve of her ass before smacking a fourth time, causing her to jerk forward and him to roughly tug on the belt to keep her positioned where he wanted her.
Her mind was hazy. A single tear from her eye streamed onto their bed, staining it.
Ed took a deep breath and paused for a quick second, preventing himself from coming right then and there. And then, another slap to her ass, leaving a stinging sensation on the now red, nearly bruised flesh.
She was beyond turned on from her punishment; her pussy was drooling down her inner thighs–so ready to take him–when he spanked her once again, nearing the end of her first punishment. One more swing completed it.
“You did good for me, Hon. So good.” He rubbed her ass trying to soothe some of the pain he inflicted as her face remained planted onto the bed, taking it all in. He undid the tie off her wrists to tie them to the front instead of the back in just a few moments. He helped her stand up and looked into her eyes, seeing the stains of tears and wiping them with his thumbs, always caring and comforting despite his roughness when she wanted it. Afterward, he took the belt off her neck. The red mark, indeed, confirmed she would have to wear high collar shirts for a few days. Maybe she’d even be unable to sit.
“Ed, please. I need you inside me. I need all of you. Your body; your heart; your soul.” Lorraine put her hand on his chest and looked at him like she really did need him to survive. She did.
I'm already all yours. Ed thought to himself.
“I know, Hon, but not yet. I’m not done.” He cupped her chin and kissed her, a slight hint of him still on her tongue. He grabbed both of her hands to tie her wrists again, this time to the front. “You wouldn’t let me have dessert, but that’s okay. I’ll just have to satisfy my sweet tooth another way. With something just as sweet as that cheesecake–if not sweeter.”
“Like what?” She asked, knowing exactly what he was referring to.
“Lay down so I can show you,” Ed commanded.
She did as she was ordered, settling in the middle of their bed, and he never took her eyes off of her.
The bed shifted as he hovered over her naked body, grabbing her bonded wrists and pinning them above her head. “Keep them up here for me, yeah?”
Lorraine nodded and he kissed her cheek.
He sat up between her legs, taking them over his shoulders, kissing the insides of her ankles, calves, thighs, everywhere, except where she craved his attention the most.
She arched her back in response, whining. She wanted his mouth or hand or both on her pussy, as did he.
“So needy and sensitive, aren’t you?” Ed chuckled, glancing at her, spreading her legs wider, further exposing her pretty, pink, swollen and glistening core to him. Finally, he buried his face between her legs, where he felt he belonged.
He ran his nose through her wet folds, inhaling her scent that was probably more intoxicating than the wine Lorraine had. He could easily get drunk from eating pussy.
Lorraine’s thighs closed around his neck, trapping him there. And it was heaven to him. If he could stay there all day, all night, everyday, forever, he would.
Ed was taking his time as usual. Because obviously there was nothing better than adoring his wife. He left open-mouthed kisses around her pussy, causing her breath to hitch. Each kiss was a small prayer. His palms reached up to cup her breasts before finally diving his mouth into her pool of heat.
She wanted to grip onto something–his hair–but she couldn't. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he licked the sides of her clit before sucking and leaving it a cherry-red.
“Oh, Ed,” she exhaled, her eyes closed to isolate the sensations and torturous methodology of his tongue.
He flicked his tongue up and down and side to side on her clit, causing her hips to buck up wildly. He stuck his tongue out over her, licking her slowly. Too desperate for a release, she fucked herself against his face. He let her.
Ed was skilled at many things; eating pussy was just one of them. Every single time, he ate her like she was his first and last meal. She still remembered the night of their wedding, the first time he ate her out and she’d asked him if it was really his first time afterward.
He could come just from the act. He got off simply from paying attention to the way her body reacted with every loving lick of his.
Her slippery slick was running down his chin, but he paid no attention to it. She let out a pornographic moan, and he knew it meant she was close.
Before she could finish, he took his mouth off of her, leaving her at the edge of the cliff.
She sighed out of disappointment.
He found innocent fun in edging her repeatedly until she was begging him to make her orgasm. And that’s what he was going to do.
He let a few seconds pass before he put his mouth to her again. She was completely soaked and sticky, just how he liked her. She was perfect for him to go ahead and insert his tongue into her. And so he did. In and out repeatedly. Until the frenulum of his tongue started feeling a little sore. That’s one way he knew he was doing his job right.
She cried out his name and panted heavily, hearing the suction sounds of his mouth on her core. He was practically making out with her pussy.
His mouth latched onto her clit again as he brought his hand down from her tit to her cunt to replace his tongue with his fingers. He plunged two fingers into her pussy, making her moan loudly. Curling them, he caused her to arch her back off the mattress, the synergy between his mouth and fingers driving her wild.
He pushed his hard cock that was leaking precome against the bed, humping it, chasing after a release himself and humming into her pussy. His mouth never stopped working her clit. To get her nice and stretched, prepared for his cock, he added a third finger.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” Lorraine puffed out, feeling the high vibrations coursing throughout her body, overwhelmed with pleasure.
“That’s not my name, Hon.” He withdrew his mouth and fingers from her, leaving her at the brink of an orgasm, stealing it from her. Again.
She whined at the sudden loss of stimulation, throwing her head back onto the pillow.
“And stop moving so much.” He bit the inside of her thigh, inflicting pain and pleasure at the same time.
“Ed!” Lorraine screamed. “Please.”
“Do you want me to continue?” He looked up at her, his eyes a dark blue under the lights in their room.
“Yes. Yes, please. I need to–I need to come. Let me come, Ed. Please. Please. Please.” Her shaky cries and begs were pathetic, something Ed would never ignore as much as he liked hearing her like this.
“Only because you’re asking me nicely.” He sat up quickly to untie her. Red marks on her wrists appeared from the tightness of the fabric.
She cupped his cheeks, finally being able to touch him.
He kissed her wrists softly and then her lips, kissing his way back down to her pussy. He’d been edging her this whole time; it was only fair he’d finally let her come.
Lorraine combed her fingers through his hair as he sucked her clit, increasing his pace by the second. Her stomach muscles flexed and her breaths heavied the more pressure he applied to her aching bundle of nerves with his tongue.
He inserted the same three fingers that had been inside her already just a few minutes ago. Curling his thick digits up ferociously, he wiggled them right over her sweet spot as he sucked her clit harder. It wasn't going to take her too long to finish. They both knew that.
His wedding band was drenched with her arousal as was half of his face. Her cunt clenched on his fingers and she used all her force to try–and fail–to push his head away, unable to determine whether she wanted to retract from his touch or wanted more of it. But he didn’t let her and only kept going, giving her absolutely no grace.
Moaning out his name, she squeezed his head with her thighs, her legs beginning to shake uncontrollably. He already knew she was about to come the way her pussy had tightened around his digits. His free hand reached up to massage her breasts, the last thing she needed to push her over the edge.
“Ed! I’m going to–” She tried to warn him, though she didn’t have to.
“Squirt in my mouth, Hon,” Ed said, lifting his head so he could capture her fluids in his mouth.
Within just a second, the intensity of her orgasm overrode her, and she squirted on his face and leaked come into his palm at the same time, drowning him in the sweetness he was fiending for.
It was then that he pulled back and spit her honey-sweet juices on her squelchy pussy before slurping them up, licking her clean as she came down from her high. Addicted to her taste.
His face and mouth dripped with her juices as he came up to kiss her. His body frame covered her completely and it made her feel so small in comparison.
In the past, the mess she was capable of making would have embarrassed her, but he’d let her know he thought it was beautiful and that it made him feel good to know that he could make her feel that good.
“Fuck, Lorraine. You taste amazing. And look and feel and sound so beautiful when you come for me. Just for me.” He’d left her overly sensitive, so he allowed her a moment to recover. The tip of his cock was coated in precome, desperate for friction. He’d been hard the entire time. Now he needed to be inside of her–come inside of her. He wasn't going to have it any other way. “You’re an angel.” He kissed her collarbone.
“You always tell me that,” Lorraine replied, feeling her heart rate regulating again. She wiped his face with her palm a little.
“Because it’s true.” A tiny and prideful smile tugged at his lips as he caressed her hair and kissed her forehead that was coated in sweat.
“Are you going to make love to me now?” She traced the delicate fine lines by his eyes.
“Is that what you want?”
“Very much so. I want to feel you, Ed. Everywhere,” Lorraine answered.
“Then, yes. My wife gets what she wants.”
She smiled, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his back.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me and take my cock?” Ed asked.
“Yes,” Lorraine replied, nodding.
“Say it, Hon. I need to hear it,” Ed commanded.
“I’m going to be a good girl.”
“For me.”
“For you, Ed.”
Kissing her, he reached down to grab his cock, teasingly rubbing his tip over her clit and around her entrance. He slapped his cock on her pussy once, making her gasp. She was still gushy and wet and creamy, more than ready to take him.
He aligned his cock to her cunt and pushed his hips against hers, causing them both to groan loudly as he entered her smoothly.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he filled her with every inch of him. All she could do was whine in response to how good he felt inside of her.
He thrusted in and out of her rhythmically, slow at first, wanting to make it last as long as possible. It was the closest thing to reaching her soul, of course he wished it could last forever.
With every stroke, her clit rubbed against his pelvis.
“Faster, Ed,” she panted out.
Taking her word, he fastened his pace a bit.
“More,” Lorraine whispered into the air. She needed more of his hands, mouth, and cock.
Listening to her, he pushed one of her legs over his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper. Her hip joint had popped, but they ignored it, knowing they’d probably laugh about it later. They were aware that they were more sexually active than the typical married couple their age, even through Ed’s heart condition.
“Fuck,” Ed groaned into her neck as he fucked her like she meant nothing and everything to him at the same time. Their bed hit against the wall forcefully. “You feel so fucking good, Lorraine. God made you just for me.” He palmed one of her breasts with one hand, pinching at her rosy bud while he sucked on her other, gently scraping his teeth, giving them both attention.
“You’re so big, Ed,” Lorraine told him. Something about hearing his pathetic whimpers and feeling his cock throb inside her made her.
“Yeah? You like it?” He lifted his head from her neck to look into her eyes. He brought his hand down and rubbed her clit in quick motions with two fingers.
“Yes,” she breathed out heavily, breaking eye contact with him to watch his cock go in all the way and only halfway out of her at such perfect intervals.
“Look at me, Hon.” He grabbed her chin, making her look at him. “You’re such a good girl,” Ed praised, her walls clenching around his cock at his words.
“Oh, Ed. I’m close,” Lorraine warned as if Ed didn't know her body well, probably better than she did. Her pussy grip tightened around him, and he was right behind her. “I’m going to come, Ed.”
“Yeah? Come for me, then, Hon. I need it.”
She scratched down his back, causing him to grunt. She scrunched her face as she neared her orgasm, the way she always did. A few more thrusts–with loud moans between each–made her body tense and thighs tremble. Her tight walls made it nearly impossible for him to keep up his pace.
In no time, she was screaming out his name again when she squirted and came hard for the second time all over his cock, feeling lovely and hot everywhere. Her cunt still pulsated with need.
“You’re a good girl, Lorraine,” Ed said, nearly breathless. “My good girl.”
He continued fucking her through her orgasm to reach his. It was too wet, nearly frictionless but felt delicious. He kissed her, moaning into her mouth.
Ed’s body shuddered and twitched and spasmed as he came undone, spilling so deep inside her, filling her with his come and love. Putting her leg down gently, he buried his face into her neck and stayed inside her while recovering from his orgasm.
It was as if the world had stopped just for them and nothing else mattered, except them two and their love for each other.
He planted soft and small kisses on her chin, lips, nose, cheeks, and her forehead.
“You’re so good to me, Ed. I love you.” She smiled at him.
“I love you more.” He kissed her, pulling his cock out of her. Rolling to the side, he grabbed his pillow that now smelled like her from the floor, putting it behind his head and laying down next to her. He wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his palm.
She turned to him, still feeling her legs vibrating from the intensity of her orgasm. “Are you okay?”
“Of course.”
“Did you get too worked up?” Lorraine asked, placing her hand on his chest.
“No. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure you’re alright, Ed?”
“Hon, I’m right here with you. I've never been better,” Ed affirmed, stroking her cheek before getting up to grab a towel to clean up their mess.
When he got up, her eyes went straight to the scratches on his back. She couldn’t help but smile to herself.
“Do you want some clothes?” He opened his drawer to grab a pair of pajama pants and put them on.
“I want you to lay down with me,” Lorraine replied, making him laugh softly.
“You don’t mind sleeping on the mess we made–the mess you made?”
It was a little reminder of how good and beautiful he’d made her feel. She smiled thinking about it. “Not really. I can’t even stand up right now."
“I’ve got it, then,” Ed insisted.
“Just leave it. We’ll clean up tomorrow–later. Please, Ed. Just lay down with me.”
He listened to her and went to lay down again. “I didn’t hurt you, right?” Ed asked as he traced the red marks on her neck from his belt.
“Not at all.”
“Good.” He grabbed the blanket from the end of their bed and covered their bodies. “Because I never want to hurt you. I only want to hold you and make you–”
Before he could finish, she interrupted him. “Well, you’ve done that more than enough today, Ed.”
“It can never be enough for me. I can’t get enough of you. I love you, Lorraine.” He pulled himself closer to her, his head to her chest as she hugged him and played with his hair.
Their bed was spacey enough, but they always found each other in the middle. It wasn't unusual for them both to get clingy after they had sex. Ed was usually the clingiest, though.
Lorraine bit her lower lip as her mind generated a naughty thought she wanted to put out there. “I love when you spank me and call me your good girl, Ed,” she whispered low as if she were confessing a sin. She kissed his head.
“I know,” Ed replied against her chest and then looked up at her. “And I love what you love. I love you.”
“I love you, Ed Warren.”
He leaned in to kiss her, feeling her smile against his lips.
“So, can we do it again?” Lorraine teased, giving them both flashbacks of their wedding night.
“We can do whatever you want again.”
Lorraine smiled, and then started laughing.
“Why are you laughing?” Ed chuckled along with her, confused, though.
“Because we left Judy’s wedding to…” Her laughter didn’t allow her to finish her sentence.
“What, do you think she knew why we were really leaving?” He asked.
“Definitely. That look on her face… She tried to play it off.”
“Well, at least we were there most of the time. We’ll call her in the morning.”
“Yeah.” She nodded before he buried his face on her bare chest again and wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing his hand down lower and gently kneading her bruised ass.
What came after their love-making was their favorite part: holding each other until they both fell asleep. And that is what they did.
50 shades of Warren... yum... TY FOR READING!
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