I raised my eyebrows and hummed an affirmative.

"Well, I'll see what I can do."

* * *

Marcus

I knew Ryan wasn't doing this just for my sake. His cock was making a nice tent in the bed covers. Far be it from me to deny my husband what he wants. I loved kissing his full lips. I could kiss him for hours. Another long, hot kiss while running my hands up and down his chest, playing with his nipples, running my hand through his hair, then running my hand down his side, and down his thigh. He kept squirming and moving, probably trying to rub up against my leg. I pulled back and scooted down so I had enough room to lick my way to the nipple I had been playing with.

"Uhn. Oh God, that feels so good."

I sucked his nipple, circling it with my tongue. I was so hard that my briefs were uncomfortable. I knelt, pulled my briefs off, and threw them somewhere before turning back to Ryan. He was focused on my cock pointing straight at him. I would've been fine if he hadn't licked his lips. God, he was going to kill me. I didn't want to jostle his shoulder or ribs, though. He may talk like he was up for sex, but with a dislocated shoulder and bruised ribs, I didn't think he was ready for a good fuck.

My legs were on either side of him, so the head of my dick would touch him as I leaned down to lick his abs and kiss his ribs. Every time I touched him I had to think of baseball or I'd cum so fast it would be embarrassing. Even though I loved baseball, the game could be pretty boring. I didn't want to blow my load this early and cum on his chest- though now that I thought about it...

I continued to scoot down while licking, touching, and reacquainting myself with the man I loved- the man I had been terrified that I had lost yesterday. I loved the smell of him. I kneeled, pulled his briefs down and over his very hard dick, and threw them behind me. The gentle light from the stars and moon touched Ryan and made him look like a beautiful sculpture.

I bent my head down sniffing, running my nose around the base of his cock and balls. I loved the smell of them. He grabbed my hair with his hand, groaning. I licked his balls, gently pulling them into my mouth, sucking. I reached under to squeeze my dick, just to give myself some relief, and to keep my sensitive head from dragging on his leg. The friction was going to drive me insane if I didn't control it.

I licked from the base of his cock up to the top, looked him right in the eyes, and then swallowed his head. Ryan arched as much as he was able to while grabbing onto the bed and groaning. I loved having him at my mercy, driving him wild. I let go of my dick to grab the base of his cock, squeezing and stroking as I sucked and licked. In no time at all Ryan tugged my hair and came in my mouth. I pulled back, licking my lips. I then knelt up and decided to do what I had thought of earlier.

"You are so fucking hot. I am the luckiest man to have married you. I could barely hold myself back from fucking you like crazy. God, I can't wait to bend you back, shove my dick in you, and fuck you till you can do nothing but scream my name." I was kneeling over him, leaning on one hand while I stroked myself with the other. I knelt down and kissed him. A -hot, fast, crazy kiss- then pulled back, groaning as I came, shooting on his chest. Looking down, seeing him splattered with my cum, was such a fucking high. I felt primal, like I had marked my partner as mine.

I collapsed on the bed next to Ryan. I was exhausted from the last day, but so very proud of myself.

"That was amazing. That was so fucking hot." I snickered. I'm glad he liked it.

"Let me rest a bit. Then I'll wipe you off." Ryan reached down, touching the cum on his chest. "If you don't watch out I'm going to be hard again in about ten minutes. We're never going to get any sleep tonight."

Ryan looked at me, smiling. "Well then, you better wipe this off because it's making me horny again."

Oh God, I was going to have to move. I dragged my tired, sorry ass off the bed, wet a washcloth and cleaned Ryan off with much kissing involved in the process. I threw the washcloth through the open door to the bathroom and climbed back in bed. I was too fucking tired to put anything away. I snuggled up next to my husband, wrapped an arm over his chest, a leg over his legs, and got back in the position I was in when this all started.

"Good night, honey." I had a king bed and yet I was curled all around my omega, just where I wanted to be.