"fuuuck baby, thaat's it... that's my pretty girl."
leon's sure this his therapy session after all the shit he saw in his latest mission, returning to the one city that haunted his mind and dreams ever since he was a rookie. but he made it this time—saved grace, found a cure for himself and sherry, earning himself a nice vacation.
now, he was fixing his fucked up mentality and relieving stress by using your sweet little pussy, watching how perfectly you bended for him on your shared bed, ringed hand clawing the sheets. he watched where you two joined, his cum from previous rounds leaking out of you as he kept thrusting and thrusting, the sounds of small burps and squelches making him feel like he's right where he belongs—in his sweet wife's cunt.
"swallowin' me so good, shit, could kill for this sight. killed for this sight, you have no idea." he felt better and energetic, more than he did in ages—thanks to the cure—and now all he wanted to do with this was, of course, fuck his wife properly.
"leonn.. fuck—gaah.. hmgh.. hnn.." you drooled and slurred his name, unable to say anything else as he pounded inside you from behind, his big and rough palms kneading, spanking and spreading your ass almost desperately. leon was desperate right now, the need to feel you and make sure he really did make it was almost tasteable with the way he fucked.
"so good sweetheart, so good, always so good," he rambled through his breathy voice, hugging your waist tight enough to pull you back into his chest. he headlocked you to keep his balance—his other hand on your stomach, feeling the way it bulged with his cock. he groaned, nuzzling your hair and scent, basically drowning himself in you.
he was so happy for once. and all he wanted to do was to share it with you. just you.
"love you so much," he grunted, breathing heavily into your temple, small and barely audible whimpers coming out from his deep voice. you're so messy and dizzy to hear it properly, but when you do, you clench. hard. enough to pull another one from him. "so much baby—haahnh... my beautiful wife—"
you bit his forearm to keep yourself from screaming, eyes crossed softly. your moans grew needier against his skin, and from the way you clenched, he knew you were right there.
"gonna cum? yeaah you gonna cum, gonna cum right on my cock." he panted, squeezing your tummy as his cold ring created a contrast on your sweaty and heated skin. you whined, and held his bicep tight enough to leave marks. though all he cared was how good that ring looked on your finger as you did.
"come on baby, i earned it didn' i?" he breathed into your ear, his plea making your eyes roll back. he reached down from your tummy, rough thumb messily circling your clit. "earned your pussy, earned to feel you cum. gonna fill you up again, yeah? i came back to you, all cured—fuck," he whimpered again, so low and deep you almost mistake it as a groan. "—'n healed. gimme my fuckin' reward."
you came from his words and delicious thrusts, trembling in his arms. his own orgasm crashed right after yours, and the force of it made him slump with you on the bed, flat on your back with stuttering hips. "shit," he breathed, kissing all over your spine, giving gentle licks and nips.
"i.. i love you too.." you mumbled, completely spent and just now regaining your ability to speak. he let out a tired and rough chuckle, turning until he was spooning you properly.
"i love you more sweetheart." he whispered.
