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2.6. "Yeah, either that, or Gloria Estefan was right, eventually, the rhythm is going to get you."
| Friends
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It was one of those times Tara and Lachlan had the home to themselves, no visitors checking up on them, no phone calls. When Tara arrived from getting a manicure with Pat, the last thing she expected to find was her newly discharged husband singing and dancing in the living room to an energetic version of Pat Benetar's 'All Fired Up' in nothing but a towel.
She was transfixed for at least a minute on his arse tightly wrapped in that white towel as she was reminded just how well her other half moved. The scene did not strike her as strange as long as she had that view. Would it be wrong to jump him and shag him into unconsciousness on the living room floor? She dropped her bags on the floor and stuck her thumb nail into her mouth as she leant against the door frame, still unable to tear her eyes away from him. Perving? Abso-fucking-lutely.
Lachlan reached a break in the song and turned to pick up his bottle of water and spotted Tara with a happy grin. "Hey, darlin!" He went over to her and gave her a long kiss.
Tara soon pulled back from the kiss as it eased off and laughed as she cupped his face with her hands. "Lachie, are you high?" she asked, noticing the bright spark in his eyes.
"Aye, maybe a wee bit!" Lachlan confirmed and twirled her around. "Anyone ever tell you how absolutely beautiful you are? We should get dinner! How about pizza? Wait, I cannae eat pizza. How about you have pizza and I pretend I dinnae care I cannae eat it while I dinnae take my eyes off your mouth? You look gorgeous. All glowy and sexy!"
Tara looked at him suspiciously. "Lachie, sweetie, what have you taken?"
Lachlan shook his head. "Didnae take anything. It's just weed. It's okay, gorgeous. I feel good." He kissed her cheeks and then her forehead. "You're so beautiful."
This was when Tara realised that something not so innocent was pressed up against her hip and she smirked mischievously up at him. High or not, his cock would get her every time. "Should I be flattered you took your pill in anticipation of me coming home, babycakes?" she purred, sliding her hand across his hip to press her palm against his erection.
"Didnae," Lachlan said with his own grin. He pressed her up against the wall and brushed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, his fingers teasing just underneath her breasts with a feather light touch. "Mmm, smell amazing too..."
Tara blinked. "What? You didn't what?" she asked. Her eyes fell closed when his soft lips swept against hers and she let out a soft breathy moan. Her hand wrapped around his and she pushed it upwards so he was cupping her breast.
Lachlan massaged his palm across the underside of her breast and dipped his head to suck on her throat. "Take my pill," he murmured and then groaned in anticipation. "Fuck, darlin', I want you so bad," he breathed and started to unbutton her blouse.
"What?!" Tara gasped and pulled back abruptly. She held him at arms length and gaped down at the towel, now prominently tented out with aid of his erection. "You're doing this on your own?!" she squeaked. She blinked and grabbed it, making sure it was real, her fingers quickly dancing up and down his length to make doubly sure.
"Fuck!" It was all it took for him to not come at the pointed little squeezes she was affording up and down his cock. He fisted the front of her shirt and tore it open, sending buttons flying. One hand went behind her back and he had her out of the bra with an expert flick of his fingers.
The music was still playing in the background, but his only focus was Tara. Oddly enough, 'Hero' sung by Jennifer Saunders started. Not exactly the best fuck music, but the pace certainly matched his hunger. He bent his head and traced his tongue along the contours of her breasts while he worked to undo her jeans. Every fibre of him was sparking. This was the first time he was hard without the aid of Viagra and he was literally firing on all cylinders. He wanted her... and wanted her now.
This certainly wasn't one sided. It wasn't that Tara ever had an issue with the Viagra, but this... this was fucking astounding. This wasn't just a random thing. He was fucking hard and it was staying. It would be amazing if it didn't bruise her hip the way he was rubbing eagerly in against her. She wanted to push him onto the floor and ride him til they both ached.
Hmm...
She felt for the edge of the towel and gave it a tug, sending it to the floor and leaving him gloriously naked. She shrugged out of her shirt and bra and they fell to the floor with the towel. Her hands brushed down his back to his arse and pulled him roughly against her to claim his lips in a searing kiss. He was trying to push her jeans away and she wriggled her hips to shimmy out of them. Her underwear followed and then she grabbed him and they went tumbling to the floor, still lip-locked like there was no tomorrow.
Lachlan rolled over on top of her and smoothed his hand down over her hip and thigh to hook her leg around his waist. His tongue swirled against hers, trying to get a deeper taste of her. It was almost like they hadn't slept together in months, and maybe it was technically like that. This felt alive and invigorating. There was not a single part of him worrying if he would lose the momentum at any moment. All he wanted was to be inside her and feel her wrapped around him.
He made a pleasured sound at the back of his throat as his cock rubbed against her wet heat. She was just as ready for this as he was and no more thought was needed... He shifted his hips and sunk deep inside her, causing her to break the kiss and cry out his name with a breathy moan.
Whoever said sex after marriage sucked so had their heads up their arses. If anything, their sex life had increased... at least when Lachlan was physically able to partake. And when he was able, he was lacking in absolutely nothing. Size, pace, talent... he had it all. There was only the smallest of flickers in her head that reminded her they were fucking on the living room floor, but it went flying out when he dipped his hand between them to stroke her clit.
She dropped her head back and arched her back to try and take him deeper with every smooth thrust into her. She gripped hold of him and her nails sunk into the skin of his back as he started to fuck her with a rhythmic pace and pulled her back into a needy kiss.
She was doing that thing with her hips again and meeting every one of his strokes with a tight clench around him. He panted into the kiss, desperate to taste, touch, and take more and more of her. She felt slick and hot beneath his fingers and he could feel himself sliding deeply in and out of her with the edge of his pinkie. He moaned, breathing out her name like it was a hungry plea for whatever she had to offer him.
Her breasts were pressed up against his chest and he broke the kiss to stoop lower and take one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip of it and indulging in the way it hardened against his tongue. Her soft skin tasted slightly salty from the aroused sweat covering her body, mixing with his own. He kissed back up her chest to her lips and smiled against them. "So gorgeous," he hissed and drew her lower lip into his mouth with a rough purr.
Any resolve she had tipped over the edge at his hissed words. The sensations he was creating with his lips on her breasts, his fingers on her clit and his gorgeous cock buried deep inside her built up with such a rapid and hot pace that she lost control. Her hands went to the smooth skin of his arse and she pulled him hard against her, sending him pounding into her as an orgasm so abrupt tore through her, his name fell from her lips in a rough shout and she dragged his lips back to hers in a crashing and bruising kiss to swallow the moan he emitted at feeling her clenching around him.
It was almost enough to send him spiralling to climax with her, but he wasn't ready to be done yet. In fact, watching her come was stunning and he felt an increase of the damp heat between his legs. He also knew that with the right attentions, his wife had no troubles giving into multiple orgasms, so there was really only one course of action... don't fucking stop.
He bit softly on her lower lip and pulled out of the kiss to swipe his palm down her side and over her thigh to hook her leg over his shoulder. He leaned back, taking his weight onto his knees and pulling her butt up onto his thighs so he could drive just that little bit deeper into her. She opened her eyes and watched him with such wanton, steamy hunger from beneath her long lashes, face flushed and glowing from climax, that he had to bite down on his lip to again stop from exploding just at the sight. He smiled at her and caught one of her hands in his and brought it to his mouth to kiss her fingers and then her palm to closely follow with sucking on her fingers as he picked up a sharp beat of pumping into her with ease.
Tara was panting so heavily her chest was heaving from the exertion of the orgasm. Initially she was quite happy to just lie there in bliss and let him do whatever the hell he pleased with her to get himself to the edge, but when he started to suck her fingers, something sparked inside her again. Watching his lips slowly tease up and down her index finger was doing all sorts of tingly things in her gut and she arched her back on each of his downward thrusts, sliding easily back into his rhythm.
She took his other hand and guided it to her breast and their joined fingers brushed over her erect nipples, causing her mouth to drop open with a pleasured moan. She curled her finger, brushing the tip of it across his warm, soft tongue as she kept his eye contact. "I love when you fuck me so hard I forget where my own arse is," she purred, running her tongue slowly across her swollen lip. She squeezed her hand around his on her breast and hummed lowly in her throat.
Lachlan growled deeply, slamming hard into her and nipping his teeth across the tip of her finger. Her voice had become husky from the heavy breathing and moaning and it was driving him wild. He felt his gut clench in warning and he leaned over to wrap his mouth around her collarbone, her leg dropping from his shoulder in the process so she could welcome him closer. "It's like that, is it?" he whispered and felt a few droplets of sweat stream down the side of his face.
His movements had become disjointed and purposeful. To get Tara to come again was all it was going to take if she didn't steal the orgasm away from him just from the sounds she was making. He awkwardly found her lips with his again and angled his hips so his thrusts were long, hard and aimed for the edge of his cock to brush against her clit each time he entered her.
The first pressure of his cock against her already sensitive clit had her almost screaming his name. Her hands were on his back, holding on tightly as he rode her with reckless abandon. Her nails sunk into the skin near his shoulder blade and as she rolled her hips upward to meet his thrust, a second orgasm screamed through her and she sobbed out his name, the exertion of the lovemaking springing tears to her eyes.
It was just seconds later, while she was still coming and writhing beneath him that Lachlan's own climax followed. He didn't have that much stamina to watch the uncoming effects he had on his wife. Her hair was in disarray and her face flushed scarlett and damp, naked, pleading his name and sending such a pulsing heat through his lower body that it was just an impossibility for him to hold out any longer.
He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose and let it out through a long groan, dropping his head forward as he exploded inside her, his whole body shuddering with the force of it. He held his final thrust, their hips locked together as they rode the wave together until it eased out and they were left with sweat-slicked bodies and shaky, exerted arms and legs.
He lowered himself down on to her, still remaining inside her as he embraced her against him. He pressed a couple of tiny kisses to her sweaty throat. "I love you," he whispered huskily.
Tara smiled tiredly against the top of his head and melted into the post-coital cuddle she always loved with him. "I love you, beautiful..." She rubbed her hands down his back and held him close. "Always," she added with another content smile.
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| Friends
It was one of those times Tara and Lachlan had the home to themselves, no visitors checking up on them, no phone calls. When Tara arrived from getting a manicure with Pat, the last thing she expected to find was her newly discharged husband singing and dancing in the living room to an energetic version of Pat Benetar's 'All Fired Up' in nothing but a towel.
She was transfixed for at least a minute on his arse tightly wrapped in that white towel as she was reminded just how well her other half moved. The scene did not strike her as strange as long as she had that view. Would it be wrong to jump him and shag him into unconsciousness on the living room floor? She dropped her bags on the floor and stuck her thumb nail into her mouth as she leant against the door frame, still unable to tear her eyes away from him. Perving? Abso-fucking-lutely.
Lachlan reached a break in the song and turned to pick up his bottle of water and spotted Tara with a happy grin. "Hey, darlin!" He went over to her and gave her a long kiss.
Tara soon pulled back from the kiss as it eased off and laughed as she cupped his face with her hands. "Lachie, are you high?" she asked, noticing the bright spark in his eyes.
"Aye, maybe a wee bit!" Lachlan confirmed and twirled her around. "Anyone ever tell you how absolutely beautiful you are? We should get dinner! How about pizza? Wait, I cannae eat pizza. How about you have pizza and I pretend I dinnae care I cannae eat it while I dinnae take my eyes off your mouth? You look gorgeous. All glowy and sexy!"
Tara looked at him suspiciously. "Lachie, sweetie, what have you taken?"
Lachlan shook his head. "Didnae take anything. It's just weed. It's okay, gorgeous. I feel good." He kissed her cheeks and then her forehead. "You're so beautiful."
This was when Tara realised that something not so innocent was pressed up against her hip and she smirked mischievously up at him. High or not, his cock would get her every time. "Should I be flattered you took your pill in anticipation of me coming home, babycakes?" she purred, sliding her hand across his hip to press her palm against his erection.
"Didnae," Lachlan said with his own grin. He pressed her up against the wall and brushed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, his fingers teasing just underneath her breasts with a feather light touch. "Mmm, smell amazing too..."
Tara blinked. "What? You didn't what?" she asked. Her eyes fell closed when his soft lips swept against hers and she let out a soft breathy moan. Her hand wrapped around his and she pushed it upwards so he was cupping her breast.
Lachlan massaged his palm across the underside of her breast and dipped his head to suck on her throat. "Take my pill," he murmured and then groaned in anticipation. "Fuck, darlin', I want you so bad," he breathed and started to unbutton her blouse.
"What?!" Tara gasped and pulled back abruptly. She held him at arms length and gaped down at the towel, now prominently tented out with aid of his erection. "You're doing this on your own?!" she squeaked. She blinked and grabbed it, making sure it was real, her fingers quickly dancing up and down his length to make doubly sure.
"Fuck!" It was all it took for him to not come at the pointed little squeezes she was affording up and down his cock. He fisted the front of her shirt and tore it open, sending buttons flying. One hand went behind her back and he had her out of the bra with an expert flick of his fingers.
The music was still playing in the background, but his only focus was Tara. Oddly enough, 'Hero' sung by Jennifer Saunders started. Not exactly the best fuck music, but the pace certainly matched his hunger. He bent his head and traced his tongue along the contours of her breasts while he worked to undo her jeans. Every fibre of him was sparking. This was the first time he was hard without the aid of Viagra and he was literally firing on all cylinders. He wanted her... and wanted her now.
This certainly wasn't one sided. It wasn't that Tara ever had an issue with the Viagra, but this... this was fucking astounding. This wasn't just a random thing. He was fucking hard and it was staying. It would be amazing if it didn't bruise her hip the way he was rubbing eagerly in against her. She wanted to push him onto the floor and ride him til they both ached.
Hmm...
She felt for the edge of the towel and gave it a tug, sending it to the floor and leaving him gloriously naked. She shrugged out of her shirt and bra and they fell to the floor with the towel. Her hands brushed down his back to his arse and pulled him roughly against her to claim his lips in a searing kiss. He was trying to push her jeans away and she wriggled her hips to shimmy out of them. Her underwear followed and then she grabbed him and they went tumbling to the floor, still lip-locked like there was no tomorrow.
Lachlan rolled over on top of her and smoothed his hand down over her hip and thigh to hook her leg around his waist. His tongue swirled against hers, trying to get a deeper taste of her. It was almost like they hadn't slept together in months, and maybe it was technically like that. This felt alive and invigorating. There was not a single part of him worrying if he would lose the momentum at any moment. All he wanted was to be inside her and feel her wrapped around him.
He made a pleasured sound at the back of his throat as his cock rubbed against her wet heat. She was just as ready for this as he was and no more thought was needed... He shifted his hips and sunk deep inside her, causing her to break the kiss and cry out his name with a breathy moan.
Whoever said sex after marriage sucked so had their heads up their arses. If anything, their sex life had increased... at least when Lachlan was physically able to partake. And when he was able, he was lacking in absolutely nothing. Size, pace, talent... he had it all. There was only the smallest of flickers in her head that reminded her they were fucking on the living room floor, but it went flying out when he dipped his hand between them to stroke her clit.
She dropped her head back and arched her back to try and take him deeper with every smooth thrust into her. She gripped hold of him and her nails sunk into the skin of his back as he started to fuck her with a rhythmic pace and pulled her back into a needy kiss.
She was doing that thing with her hips again and meeting every one of his strokes with a tight clench around him. He panted into the kiss, desperate to taste, touch, and take more and more of her. She felt slick and hot beneath his fingers and he could feel himself sliding deeply in and out of her with the edge of his pinkie. He moaned, breathing out her name like it was a hungry plea for whatever she had to offer him.
Her breasts were pressed up against his chest and he broke the kiss to stoop lower and take one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip of it and indulging in the way it hardened against his tongue. Her soft skin tasted slightly salty from the aroused sweat covering her body, mixing with his own. He kissed back up her chest to her lips and smiled against them. "So gorgeous," he hissed and drew her lower lip into his mouth with a rough purr.
Any resolve she had tipped over the edge at his hissed words. The sensations he was creating with his lips on her breasts, his fingers on her clit and his gorgeous cock buried deep inside her built up with such a rapid and hot pace that she lost control. Her hands went to the smooth skin of his arse and she pulled him hard against her, sending him pounding into her as an orgasm so abrupt tore through her, his name fell from her lips in a rough shout and she dragged his lips back to hers in a crashing and bruising kiss to swallow the moan he emitted at feeling her clenching around him.
It was almost enough to send him spiralling to climax with her, but he wasn't ready to be done yet. In fact, watching her come was stunning and he felt an increase of the damp heat between his legs. He also knew that with the right attentions, his wife had no troubles giving into multiple orgasms, so there was really only one course of action... don't fucking stop.
He bit softly on her lower lip and pulled out of the kiss to swipe his palm down her side and over her thigh to hook her leg over his shoulder. He leaned back, taking his weight onto his knees and pulling her butt up onto his thighs so he could drive just that little bit deeper into her. She opened her eyes and watched him with such wanton, steamy hunger from beneath her long lashes, face flushed and glowing from climax, that he had to bite down on his lip to again stop from exploding just at the sight. He smiled at her and caught one of her hands in his and brought it to his mouth to kiss her fingers and then her palm to closely follow with sucking on her fingers as he picked up a sharp beat of pumping into her with ease.
Tara was panting so heavily her chest was heaving from the exertion of the orgasm. Initially she was quite happy to just lie there in bliss and let him do whatever the hell he pleased with her to get himself to the edge, but when he started to suck her fingers, something sparked inside her again. Watching his lips slowly tease up and down her index finger was doing all sorts of tingly things in her gut and she arched her back on each of his downward thrusts, sliding easily back into his rhythm.
She took his other hand and guided it to her breast and their joined fingers brushed over her erect nipples, causing her mouth to drop open with a pleasured moan. She curled her finger, brushing the tip of it across his warm, soft tongue as she kept his eye contact. "I love when you fuck me so hard I forget where my own arse is," she purred, running her tongue slowly across her swollen lip. She squeezed her hand around his on her breast and hummed lowly in her throat.
Lachlan growled deeply, slamming hard into her and nipping his teeth across the tip of her finger. Her voice had become husky from the heavy breathing and moaning and it was driving him wild. He felt his gut clench in warning and he leaned over to wrap his mouth around her collarbone, her leg dropping from his shoulder in the process so she could welcome him closer. "It's like that, is it?" he whispered and felt a few droplets of sweat stream down the side of his face.
His movements had become disjointed and purposeful. To get Tara to come again was all it was going to take if she didn't steal the orgasm away from him just from the sounds she was making. He awkwardly found her lips with his again and angled his hips so his thrusts were long, hard and aimed for the edge of his cock to brush against her clit each time he entered her.
The first pressure of his cock against her already sensitive clit had her almost screaming his name. Her hands were on his back, holding on tightly as he rode her with reckless abandon. Her nails sunk into the skin near his shoulder blade and as she rolled her hips upward to meet his thrust, a second orgasm screamed through her and she sobbed out his name, the exertion of the lovemaking springing tears to her eyes.
It was just seconds later, while she was still coming and writhing beneath him that Lachlan's own climax followed. He didn't have that much stamina to watch the uncoming effects he had on his wife. Her hair was in disarray and her face flushed scarlett and damp, naked, pleading his name and sending such a pulsing heat through his lower body that it was just an impossibility for him to hold out any longer.
He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose and let it out through a long groan, dropping his head forward as he exploded inside her, his whole body shuddering with the force of it. He held his final thrust, their hips locked together as they rode the wave together until it eased out and they were left with sweat-slicked bodies and shaky, exerted arms and legs.
He lowered himself down on to her, still remaining inside her as he embraced her against him. He pressed a couple of tiny kisses to her sweaty throat. "I love you," he whispered huskily.
Tara smiled tiredly against the top of his head and melted into the post-coital cuddle she always loved with him. "I love you, beautiful..." She rubbed her hands down his back and held him close. "Always," she added with another content smile.
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drcampbell]Words | 2,329