He woke up to the quiet, silver moonlight shining down on them from the open window. A soft, sweet breeze blew the lacy curtains and stirred their mixed scents, the sweetness of her hair and the spice in his aftershave and the lingering hint of sex.
They had been together for the last two thousand years, and even though their bed was as wide as a lake, they would always wake up to find themselves wrapped around each other. He smiled.
If anyone believed that two people can love forever, it was him. For even after all these times, he loved her, more possessively, more insanely than he did when they were married. He tugged the light blanket that was covering her with his toe until he could kick it off and let the moonlight bathe her nakedness. His cock rose to painful arousal. Even after two millennia of marriage, no one could ever arouse him as quickly and completely as his wife.
He moved with stealth and with purpose as he rose to his hands and knees, and hovered over her prone, naked body. She was a goddess, and not only because she was borne by gods, but because of her beauty and her heart. Her black hair was spread across her pillow, one hand resting by the side of her face, palm up. Her long lashes cast shadows down at her high cheekbones. Her eyes, when opened, were the bright color of sea blue. It could shine with intense joy, blur with burning passion or darken with a goddess' wrath. But however his wife felts about anything, she is not without mercy, and was one of the most honorable gods in the pantheon.
Her pert nose was straight, her lips, moist and full, and only he knew how sweet they taste. She had been a virgin the first time he had taken her. Indeed, she had allowed him to take her. Born at the dawn of time, she had waited for him and had offered herself to him, only him.
He bent down with a smile and nuzzled her nose before allowing his eyes to gaze down her body. She was perfect, with breasts that overflowed his hands, topped with seashell-pink nipples. Her stomach was firm and flat. Her waist was not fashionably narrow and her woman's waist was flared to give her a lush, mouth-watering figure. Her legs were long and strong, her thighs soft and creamy. She was exactly just as he wanted his women. He smirked. She was the only woman he ever wanted!
Then his eyes traveled to the dark curls at the juncture of her thighs, curls shielding her pink, wet pussy lips. So soft, so warm, so welcoming. Even the thought of it made him groan. Catching himself before he made a sound and woke her up, he lowered his head and touched the tip of his tongue to her delicate, pink nipple, waking it into immediate arousal, rising proudly against his tongue. He licked around it, lapping like a kitten before opening his mouth to take it completely into his mouth.
He heard her sigh, felt her shiver, and in her sleep, she arched her back to offer both of them more pleasure.
He stayed on his hands and knees, holding his body away from her, with his mouth on her breast and the wet tip of his cock straining for her thigh the only parts of him touching her. He suckled her breast as if he was drinking nectar, savoring the familiar salty sweetness of her skin. Then he dragged his tongue across her chest to the other breast, treating the other nipple with the delicacy he showed the first.
He moaned, closing his eyes. She was so soft, so sweet. It was all he could do not to push her thighs apart and thrust into her like an animal. He traced circles around her nipple, then around her whole breast before continuing on his journey. His mouth lightly touched her stomach, and his tongue made a brief foray into her navel. She moaned and he froze. He didn't want her awake yet.
When she stilled, cradled in the bosom of slumber, he moved lower on her body and buried his nose in the scented curls between her thighs. She smelled of flowers and heaven, aroused woman and his wife.
Carefully, he nudged her thighs apart then lowered himself to rest between her spread legs. Her pussy glistened in the faint light, moist with her hot cream, beckoning to him. He closed his eyes and inhaled, pressing his erection to the mattress, rubbing himself over the linens.
He edged closer until the tip of his tongue could touch her clit. Her scent filled his head, and he moaned, moving closer to feast on her sex. Her taste flooded his mouth and he lapped at her, drinking in the honey that dripped from her pussy unto his tongue.
She woke up coming, crying out his name, her hands tunneling into his hair while he licked at her from the bud of her anus to distended clit. He lifted himself a bit without releasing her pussy so that he could thrust two fingers into her grasping sex. She screamed and arched her back, riding the rhythm of his mouth sucking on her clit. He slid his fingers in and out of her, coaxing more of her cream out so he could drink more of her.
She cried out, lifting her hips into his mouth and rode out her climax until the last spasm when he slowed his fingers and gave her clit, delicate, petting licks.
When he stopped and lifted his head to look at her face, she had the expression of a feral female wolf. Her legs were spread, her knees lifted. Her chest and beautiful breasts were heaving with every harsh breath she took. Her eyes glowed with dark hungers he was only happy to satisfy. She sat up, pulled her to him and he willingly went to her, his mouth still damp from her juices. He kissed her and their tongues caressed and clashed. The thunder of her heart echoed in his head, and the heat of her body seared him.
She twisted so that he rolled beneath her and she straddled his thighs, her wet pussy lips open and pressed against his erect cock. Her hair fell down her back to her buttocks to tease the sensitive skin on his thighs. She looked down at him and grinned.
Her husband was the most perfect example of masculine beauty. His hair fell to his shoulders, a mixture of gold and browns. His eyes were turquoise, hooded and seductive. He had a straight nose, and an angular jaw line. His mouth was full, and he could charm anyone, goddess or mortal alike, with one smirk or smile. His body...
