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Lovemaking	By : CrystalEllinon Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 3381 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tommy stretched slowly, listening with half an ear to the familiar, soothing sounds of his wife brushing her teeth and fussing with her hair.

He bent over, pressing his forehead against his shins and enjoying the feeling of muscles and joints loosening. He straightened and arched his back, stretching his arms above his head; his spine popped and he sighed in pleasure.

He was deep in a hip stretch when the hair dryer turned off and Junko emerged from the bathroom. He looked her over slowly; she was wearing a short purple silk nightgown, which he decided that he liked very, very much. The hemline was just barely covering the curve of her backside, and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. And those long, strong, flawless legs were on full display, which was always a sight to be enjoyed. His blood stirred, and a very primal, very male instinct was putting in a vote to rip that flimsy fabric off of her with his teeth and have his way with her right there on the floor.

Junko, who knew exactly what sort of effect that her body in tiny silk garments and showing off leg had on him, ruffled his hair affectionately as she passed him. She slid into bed with a sigh. Tommy straightened and claimed his half of the mattress. She snuggled back against him, and he happily curled himself around the warm, soft female curves.

The silk of her nightgown was soft under his touch, sliding over her body like a second skin. Tommy nuzzled his way against the back of her neck; her hair was still warm from the dryer. He ran a hand down her side, over the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip, down the smooth line of her thigh.

He inhaled deeply. And then did it again.

“You smell good.” He murmured. And she did; sandalwood, jasmine, musk…he pressed harder against her, found her earlobe, and kissed it, very gently. He could feel his cock stiffening, pressing against her backside.

“Do I?” She hummed in pleasure as he kissed his way slowly down her neck. “I switched shampoos. This one is called ‘Jasmine Tease’.”

“I like it.” Tommy murmured this against the back of her shoulder. He slid the strap of her nightgown out of the way and nuzzled his way over the velvet-soft skin.

“I noticed.” She smiled, and tilted her head back to give him better access to her throat. Tommy took full advantage of this, savoring the soft little sounds of enjoyment she made when he found just the right place to kiss.

“You love to taunt me, don’t you?” He nibbled at her collarbone. “You’re a naughty girl, but I like that about you.”

“How am I taunting you?” She hummed in pleasure as he slid a hand up to tease a nipple through the thin silk of her nightgown.

He snorted against her skin. “Walking around in this tiny thing, looking so sexy…you know how beautiful you are, and you know perfectly well that I like silk. You did it on purpose. Teasing me, making me lose concentration while I’m doing my stretching…naughty, naughty girl.”

She made a pleased sort of sound. “Ah, you’ve caught me red-handed. Am I on punishment detail, then?”

“No.” He breathed the word against her skin, making her shiver. “Like I said; I like it when you’re naughty.”

She pressed her backside against him, rolling her hips. Tommy let out a sharp breath and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the ripple of pleasure that ran through him at the motion.

“I want to make love to you.” He murmured against her ear. “I want to hear you moan my name and feel you come around me. Would you like that?”

A shiver ran through her. “Oh, very much.”

Tommy slipped his flannel pants off and pressed against her again. She moved to roll onto her back, but he put a hand on her hip to still the motion.

“Like this.” He purred against her ear. “Just like this.”

Her pulse rose and she moaned softly; the sounds were as intoxicating as aged plum wine to him. He returned to nibbling gently at her neck, and slid his hand down over the flat plane of her belly and between her legs.

She moaned again and parted her legs to give him better access. Tommy almost moaned himself, and felt his cock throb; she was already starting to get slick. He teased her gently, drinking in the whimpers and the way she squirmed and the pounding of her heart.

He rocked against the small of her back; silk slid against him, and a wordless sound of pleasure escaped him. He nipped at her ear and sank two fingers into her.

She arched her back and pressed against him with a little cry, and he did moan. She was so warm, and her muscles tightened so eagerly around his fingers…he was starting to ache with need, but kept teasing her, stroking deep…

“Tommy.” Her voice was a breathless moan. “I want to feel you inside me, love.”

He obeyed eagerly, hiking her nightgown up around her waist, sliding his hands up underneath to toy with her breasts. He positioned himself and slid into her slowly, an inch at a time, letting out a long, slow breath as softness and heat pressed in around him, sending pleasure tingling along his nerve endings.

She moaned, pressing back against him, rolling her hips against his. Tommy murmured a half-wordless invocation of uttermost thanks to any deity who happened to be listening into her hair as his world contracted to the slide of her skin against his, the scent of her in his nose, the sounds of her moans and fluttering heart, the curves under his hands and the slick, tight heat welcoming him in.

He set a slow, leisurely pace, savoring every second, seeing just how many whimpers and moans and little gasps of pleasure he could get out of her, just how fast he could set her heart to pounding.

When she was gasping helplessly, shuddering with every movement and moaning his name like a benediction, he sped up-just a little-and slid his hand down between her legs again, finding her clit and stroking.

She came with a strangled sort of whimper, her hips bucking against him, her muscles rolling around him in the most delicious way. Tommy stilled as she wound down, breathing hard against the back of her neck, willing himself not to come as a few final tremors rippled around him.

He waited until her heartbeat steadied, and then started again, slow and gentle and deep. She shuddered and whimpered, clutching at his arm, moaning wordless pleas as her pulse spiked again. Tommy just moaned, losing himself in the sheer sensual bliss of soft skin and silken hair and soft curves over wiry muscle, of the scent of her shampoo and skin and of sex, of the sound of her and the feel of her around him.

She cried out again, shuddering against him, whimpering as she tightened around him and nearly drove him over the edge. He bit his lip hard as she wound down a second time, wanting to draw this out as long as possible…

“Come on, baby.” Her voice was a low purr, rough around the edges and breathless from the lingering aftershocks of orgasm yet. “I want to feel you come inside me, Tommy. I want to feel you make me yours.”

Too much. He moaned helplessly, buried his face in her hair, and the pleasure was peaking, breaking over him in an irresistible wave, and he was shuddering as he spilled himself into her, breathing her name and gasping as a final few thrusts milked him for everything he had.

They both stilled at last, panting and spent and limp. Tommy sighed in contentment, still curled around her and with his cock still buried deep inside her.

“That was nice.” She finally managed.

“Mmm.” Tommy made an affirmative noise. “I like it when you’re naughty. I like it a lot. And I like the new shampoo. Keep it around for awhile. I also like this nightgown.”

A soft chuckle. “The shampoo will stay.”

“Good.” Tommy yawned, and finally rolled onto his back. Junko rolled over too, draping herself over his chest.

“You’re not allowed to move for the rest of the night.” She settled herself in comfortably.

“I’ll do my best.” Tommy was already halfway asleep. “No promises, though.”

A sigh. “You’re terrible at taking orders, love.”

“Mmm?”

“Never mind.” Junko smiled as his breathing deepened into the steady rhythm of sleep. "I love you, Tommy."
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