2 comments/ 6838 views/ 1 favorites Rekindling: Gerry's Story By: ScorpioVirgin Mary and I now live in one apartment. Actually, it was Mary who moved in because it's my bachelor apartment and we chose to stay here since it's much spacious than the place she used to occupy. It's been almost a year and a half since the first time we met and a lot of changes have happened . Months ago, she gave birth to our twins, Jamie and Eli, and fortunately, as far as experience goes, she didn't suffer from post partum depression. In addition to that, we both agreed to delay that legal piece of paper called marriage although both our families are praying that we head to the altar soon and legalise our bond (the fact that we're both from devout Catholic families puts an additional pressure). But we insisted that as long as we're happy together, wedding would have to wait. I'm still working in the same law firm as a family law solicitor (for those of you who don't know what it was, I am a lawyer who handles divorce and child custody cases ) which probably influenced our decision to delay marriage. Although I'm not a superstitious type, I have this secret belief that Mary and the babies brought luck into my life because recently, every case I handle always wins the favor of the judge. I'm not going to lie that my life before was not an ideal one and I have this secret fear that Mary might leave me high and dry should she found out everything about my past (seeing me making out with another woman in the elevator during our initial interaction is enough and I don't want another repeat). Being one of the best young solicitors in our law firm and it's natural for us, being bachelors, to do crazy things in our lifetime. Before, there was never a party that I go to that I don't leave without a woman or two in tow. I don't know about other fathers but I found out that having a child certainly tames a lot one's wild side. Maybe it's because I now have something and someone to come home to. When I called my father and first told him that Mary's having the babies, he broke into a huge, nearly hysterical laugh. I find this surprising since it's not typical of him to laugh because he's like any old-fashioned dad: quiet, decisive and strict. When I asked him why he laughed, the old man responded: "Finally, revenge." In our year together, I have discovered a lot about Mary. First of all, she hates make-up. The only cosmetics I ever saw she had in her bag were a small tube of lip gloss and face powder and sometimes, she doesn't use anything at all. I find it amusing to meet a girl who's not keen on buying make-up but, maybe it's because her job requires little or no make-up at all or maybe I'm just used to dating vain women. Another thing that took me by surprise is that she had some sense of orderliness that in our first few months together, irritated me. On a second thought, it's the usual reason of our frequent heated arguments. She is the first woman I know who wouldn't sleep without making sure that the door is locked after I came in, the dishes are washed, my suits for tomorrow is well pressed and a weekly shopping list posted on the fridge door. You might call it a slight case of OCD. Although there's a certain wonderful feeling with fatherhood, it can also be tiresome and somehow strained my intimate relationship with my partner because every night when I come home exhausted from work, I would usually find Mary curled up in bed fast asleep, equally tired from the duties of motherhood (she's on maternity leave for several months after undergoing cesarean section). One time, after coming home at around midnight, I was very tired and went straight to bed. I was about to close my eyes when I heard one of the babies bawl. Dragging myself out of the bed, I went over to the crib and picked up Eli, who was crying because of his wet diapers. I had just finished changing his diapers when Mary suddenly sat up from the bed. "Sorry," she said sleepily while trying to get up, "you should have awaken me." "No, I'll be fine," I replied cradling Eli in my arms. Mary got up and asked me to hand the baby over to her though, it was not quite an easy task for her because the twins were rather heavy (I suppose they inherited their built from me) and she was more of a petite type. So, while she carried Eli to her arms, I assisted her by supporting the baby's head as I helped her sit on a nearby rocking chair. "Did you lock the door after you came in?" she asked me. "Yes," I replied with a weary smile. Whether I've grown used to this interrogation or I'm too tired to argue, I have no idea. "How about supper?" "I had it while I was at the office. And yes, I've already brushed my teeth, changed in my pajamas and I am terribly sleepy." "Alright, off to bed now, darling," she smiled at me, "I'll just feed the baby and he'll be asleep." I was about to go back to bed when the corner of my eye caught sight of Mary, seated on the rocking chair, nursing the baby with her right breast. I felt a slight pang of yearning for her breasts that I have not tasted for a long time since the twins arrived. If only... "Gerry," I heard her whisper, "you're falling asleep. Go back to bed now." "Sorry," and wearily slipped my way between the sheets. The next morning was a race. Mary and I woke up at the sound of the alarm, I rushed to the shower while she cooked breakfast. By the time I was set to eat, my breakfast was already set and she was feeding the twins. "I'll stop by at the grocery after work, Gerry," she called while nursing Jamie, "do you need anything?" "My shaving cream is about to run out. Please get me one, love," I said. "But I just bought one last week," she said. "Well, it's not the brand I use," I replied trying to eat. "What's the difference?" she tried to reason out, "it's just a shaving cream." I slammed the fork down. "Fuck it, Mary!" I snapped back, I'm starting to lose my temper. If there's another irritating thing about her, it's her stubborn nature. "Well, I just said—" "Just buy me the fuckin' thing, alright?" I coldly told her as I stood up and snatched my coat. "Gerry, you barely touched your food," "I'm running late!" I shot back before I ran out of the door. It was already half past 11 o'clock in the evening when I came home. I quietly locked the door behind me and tiptoed my way to the bedroom. Exhaustion seeped through every fiber of my being as I lumbered my way to the walk-in closet. I have to walk very carefully because the twins were sleeping placidly on the nearby crib. Once they're awake, it would take a much longer time of lull them to sleep. After changing to my pajamas, I gingerly slipped between the sheets and laid beside Mary who was sleeping on her side facing me. The dim light from the lamp on her bedside shone behind her sleeping figure. I planted one butterfly kiss on her lips hoping it won't awaken her and stroked one stray lock of hair away from her face as I slipped one arm under her neck and held her close to my chest. As I close my eyes to sleep, the thought of how my profession always demands a lot of my time usually takes a toll in my previous relationships. I also remember the last time we made love was when she was three months pregnant because we have to stop after she suffered from spotting. The doctor informed me that we have to refrain from sexual contact to save the babies and she was ordered to stay in the hospital bed until she gave birth. Now that we already have the babies, it seems that her mood swings stayed because we argue almost everyday. I wish there was some way to rekindle our staling relationship. Six months passed. Mary decided to go back to work although I just wished she just stay at home and take care of Jamie and Eli. We reached a compromise that she'll only work on part time basis so she'll have time to spend with the twins. Mary's decision to work again and shoulder half of the bills was something new to me because in my previous relationships, I would always pay for everything, from the rent to shopping money. I'm starting to think that perhaps it was her sense of independence that earned my admiration and respect. That afternoon and I have another case. It's about a 41 year old Irishman, a permanent resident in England, whose wife had filed for divorce. The wife cited the supposed "abandonment" of her husband as the main reason for the petition. "Mr. Harold Fitzpatrick?" I asked looking at his information handed to me by the clerk. "Yes, yes, that's me," he was in his mid-forties, shabbily dressed, and had a tousled, faded red hair graying on the temples, heavily wrinkled face and his teeth were stained yellow with nicotine. Earlier, the clerk warned me that he had a "gift of the gab". I would find out later that he had the tendency to abuse that gift. "Mr. Fitzpatrick," I resumed, "it says here that your wife has filed for the dissolution of your marriage apparently because of your two year abandonment of her and your seven children." "Sad to say but it's true, yes, I left them for a long time—but abandonment? No, Sir! Never!" Fitzpatrick replied quickly, "I mean, what can I do? I'm holding three low paying blasted jobs to support them. If my job had been high paying, I would have time for them." "I understand, Mr. Fitzpatrick—" "I mean, I left them back home 200 miles away while I work 20 bloody hours a day, 7 days a week in this bloody city and I have not even had a time to go to church on Sunday!" "Mr. Fitzpatrick—" I tried to interrupt him. "Look at you!" he pointed at me, "You seemed to be happily married. I bet I'm right! Am I?" "Actually, I am not married." my tongue slipped. Of all the things that I hate, it is divulging bits of my private life with my clients. "Oh, no! Yes, you are! Yes, you are!" he continued in his irritating manner, " I know a bachelor when I see one! You're dressed sharply, your office and things are in order and I can see your wife and your children's picture over there. They certainly look lovely, don't you think?" he pointed at something behind me and I turned to see a small framed photo of Mary and the twins the day after they were discharged from the hospital. The bastard was frighteningly observant after all. "I can tell you always have time with them, unlike me!" Fitzpatrick continued, "If I was a solicitor, I can bet my fortune, that my wife will never divorce me!—" "Mr. Fitzpatrick!" I was starting to get really angry, "If we're going to spend the whole afternoon talking about my private life, I suggest that we postpone the meeting today and just file the counter charges." That shut him up. The stupid git. I got up and escorted him out of the door. As he was about to leave, he had the nerve to get back at me. "But I do feel sir that if I was a Solicitor like you, my wife and children would lived a comfortable life since I would have time with them." "Thank you, Mr. Fitzpatrick!" I said in my sardonic manner and slammed the door behind me. But I could still hear him continue talking. When I made my way back to my chair, I looked up and saw the picture of my young family. The thought of Mr. Fitzpatrick's fate happen on me sent a slight cold shiver down my spine. An idea dawned on me that I picked up the intercom and dialed some numbers. "Cyn, hand over some cases to Childers," I told our clerk, "I'll be leaving early today." "Yes sir," she replied, "but what if the Chief asks me why?" "Just tell them I have something important matter to do." was my reply. Something important indeed. The clock was nearing a quarter before 6 o'clock. I was sitting at the sofa waiting patiently for Mary to come home. I know that her shift is until 4 o'clock but it seems that she's taking so long. I was about to surrender to the thought that she must have decided to work overtime because of my neglect of her these past few days when I heard the door open. I watched in anticipation as I saw her come in with weariness evident in her movements as she sluggishly came in. She looked surprised when her eyes found me sitting on the sofa. "Oh, hi darling!" she remarked and tried to look perky as she came over and kissed me gently on the lips. "You're late," I remarked casually. "I'm supposed to be out by 4 but...drat!" she cursed as she struggled to get out of her overcoat but with little success. I made an effort to help her out of the heavy coat. "How's work?" I asked, as she finally got free from the coat. "Quite a bitch of a day, actually," she answered smiling wickedly, "today is the annual physical examination of this certain company." She went on to describe her ghastly day at work while I stare at her, thinking how to convince her to do something with me. "God, you should see how long the patients' line were," she remarked, "I thought the whole city came to us." "Good to see you come home," I smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. "By the way," she looked at me seriously after our kiss broke up, "I noticed that you're early today." "Well, there's not much to do in the office," I said, "besides, I gave the latest case for Childers to handle. I guess it's time for him to be on his own." Mary gave me a puzzled look but before she could say anything, I held her gently by the arm and spoke softly on her ear: "I'm getting hungry. Why don't we eat supper together? It's been a long time since we ate together." "Okay," she agreed and went ahead to the kitchen. Little did she know I'm much hungrier for her lovely petite body than the food. I helped set the table as she placed one ready to cook fettuccini pasta in the microwave oven. "By the way," she turned to me, "where are the twins?" "Oh, er," I answered in a nonchalant mood, "Mum came to visit and asked me if she could take Eli and Jamie with her while she's visiting Aunt Ella. So, I said 'yeah'." Aunt Ella's house is only a few miles north of the city where we are living. "Well, what about Ginny?" Ginny was the part time nanny. "I gave her the month's salary and told her not to come for awhile since the twins are with their nana." We ate supper quietly and I prefer to make it as typical as possible so as not to give her any hint of the programme that I prepared for tonight. After supper, Mary made an effort to wash all the dishes while I clear the table (it was typical of her to make sure everything is in order, no matter how tired she is, before retiring to bed) and afterwards, we both went to the bedroom. Judging from her state, I began to have doubts whether I'll be successful in coercing her to lovemaking tonight. I took out one tablet of aspirin from the medicine cabinet. Here goes for nothing, I said to myself. I went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water. "I brought you some aspirin, love," I said holding the aspirin tablet and the glass of water while she went to the walk-in closet to change. "No thanks," she replied, "my head's not aching." Aha! That's a good sign! I put away the glass and the aspirin and was in the middle of how to execute my next move when Mary re-appeared wearing only her flannel robe. I moved towards her and was about to grab her by the waist when... "Darling, I'm just going to take a hot bath," she said as she stood up on her toes and kissed me lightly on the cheek then went to the shower room. I flushed a bit with disappointment but at the corner of my eye, I saw Mary cast me a fleeting stare as if enticing me to follow her. I quickly took off my clothes and upon removing my trousers and underwear, my cock sprang angrily from its confinement and it seemed determined to bury itself inside Mary. I stopped at the door and turned the doorknob. Fortunately, it wasn't locked. Tonight, I decided that she would experience the "hottest" bath she'll ever had. Quietly, I walked in the bathroom. Mary's body was silhouetted on the shower curtain and she was humming a tune against the background of running water. I tiptoed towards the shower cubicle, quietly shoved the curtain aside and went in. Mary's back was turned to me and was busy scrubbing her body with the soap that she didn't notice me slide in. "I thought it might be a good idea to join you," I said as I slid one arm around her waist much to her surprise. "You wicked man," was her giggled reply as she moved her body closer to mine. I slid another arm and enveloped her completely as I began to plant kisses on her shoulders and neck. With the bar soap in her hand, Mary began to scrub first my arms then, she turned around and spread the lather into my shoulders, my chest, to my stomach and down to my hips. She bent down on her knees when she finally reached my groin and my breath started to get hoarse and my heart began to pound faster when I felt her warm breath near my erect cock. When I looked down, she met my stare and smiled telling me that she knows what I had in mind. I was expecting that she'd do what I want but instead, she continued to cover my body in lather down to my legs and feet. I took the bottle of shampoo, placed a small amount in my palm and worked up the lather on her hair trying to be careful not to get it into her eyes. Afterwards, she got up and did the same thing to me. We moved closer to the shower head and rinsed off the lather from our hair and bodies. "Wait, baby," she said as she helped rinse off the remaining suds from my face. Once more, I enveloped her in my arms with one hand caressing and squeezing her back and derrière. With salacious glee, I began to rub my erect cock against her but she just chuckled and said, "Let me rub some soap on your back first, darling." But my lust for her had grown too much to deny. I bent my neck and locked her sweet mouth with mine. She uttered a muffled groan as our lips and tongues engage in a wet, warm and hungry battle like angry serpents. She slid one arm over my shoulder and one under my armpit and went to rub the bar soap onto my back but somehow, the soap slipped from her hands and landed near my feet. Mary abruptly broke away from our kiss and whispered, "I'll just get the soap in case you might step on it and slip." I watched her as she slowly bent down in front of me to retrieve it. She did managed to get the soap lying near my foot but without a warning, she took the whole length of my manhood into her mouth. My loud groan filled the whole room and continued to grow louder when Mary began to move her lips and proceed to suck on the scarlet-colored head of my manhood. The air in the bathroom was a bit cold but the heat that her small mouth bestowed into my cock began to spread throughout my body like wildfire. Insatiable and all consuming. I clutched her tightly on the shoulder was about to empty myself when I felt her withdrew her mouth and rose again to lather the soap on me, much to my disappointment. I felt my loins tighten and my cock grew angrier as if to show outrage. "Baby, do it again," I groaned but she seemed to turn a deaf ear on me. "Please, Mary," I pleaded again sounding more desperate. With a naughty smile, Mary dropped the soap, deliberately I suppose. "Oops, I dropped the soap again," she said as she finally relented to my pleas. She bent down and squeezed my cock until my urge to explode subsided. Leaning against the wall, I let out a sigh and closed my eyes as I savor the pleasure of my cock move in and out of her warm, tight mouth and feel the muscles of her lips and tongue and the grooves of her palate and throat tug, nibble and suck on every fold of my manhood. The whole shower room seemed to come to life with my moans and sounds of her sucking louder than the sound of running water that I was apprehensive that our next-door neighbors would hear what we are doing. But to hell with it! My breath began to quicken as I near another climax but Mary sensed this and pulled out her mouth and squeezed my cock to hold me back again. Rekindling: Gerry's Story I groaned as she continued to deliciously torture me by licking my balls and stroked the whole length of my cock with her hand, easing her grip at the base and tightening it upon reaching the swollen head. After some time, Mary slowly rose and using her warm tongue, made circles around my navel and worked her way up by tracing the hairy line from my stomach up to my chest where she slowly licked around my nipples. "Baby, you're so good," I moaned and clutched her hair firmly. Ever since the time we first made love, I could tell that Mary had greatly improved in pleasing me. Guiding her head, I lifted her face to meet my feverish kisses. We were in the middle of our kiss when she pulled me away and dropped the soap between us. "Darling," she said as she gave me a puppy stare, "it's your turn to pick up the soap." I grinned because I instantly knew what she meant. I knelt down, took the soap (just to make sure she won't step on it by accident), lifted one of her legs and rested it on my shoulder and buried my face on her cunt and along with one finger, began to probe her insides. In response, Mary cried out my name and buried her fingers along the curly locks of my hair. It seems that her cunt is the warmest part of her body and it bathed my tongue in its warm pool. Probing further, my tongue found her clitoris and imprisoning it between my lips, I relentlessly tortured her by licking it with my tongue while I slid one finger in and out of her wet insides. Mary's cries grew louder and tried to dislodge her leg from my shoulder but I held her in place with one arm. I was about to bide my time licking her when we felt the water from the shower head start to get cold. I decided to enter her before we finish but Mary stopped me. "Gerry," she looked at me earnestly, "I want to do it on our bed." "Baby, let's just do it here," I insisted and started to position myself between her legs. "No, baby," she contradicted, "I want to make love with you in our bed." I was about to get angry at Mary for trying to start an argument at this moment when she gently wrapped my cock in her small hand and started to move her hand up and down the hard shaft making me groan in response. "Beside, the bed is starting to get cold," she breathed as she stared at me hypnotically. After rinsing off the remaining soap suds, I quickly picked her up and without any towel covering us, we both made our way to the bed. The cold weather was creeping in our bedroom but I'm too excited to care. I gently laid her on our downy bed with her feet dangling at the edge but Mary, in her stubborn manner, decided to sit up straight and I gasped when she grabbed my rock hard manhood and voraciously took its entire length in her mouth. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes as I relish the feeling of my cock bathe in the warm pool of saliva in her mouth. Mary momentarily removed her mouth and began to lick the whole length of my manhood from the head down to the sensitive underside, licked my balls once more before returning to the underside and up to the swollen head. "Gerry?" I heard her call my name. I opened my eyes and looked down. I gritted my teeth and started to breathe through my mouth when I saw Mary stroking the whole length with her hand while licking around the crimson colored head. "Baby..." I whispered through labored breath. "Gerry, please come in my mouth," she said as she met my stare. Unable to resist her charms, I just nodded in response. I threw back my head and groaned when I felt Mary took my cock once more in her mouth but this time, she began to suck in a more aggressive manner as if she intends to suck me dry. "Yes...yes..." was all I could say as a large wave of climax overpowered me. I cried out Mary's name and grabbed the back of her head as a warm flow of my juices came and flooded into her anticipating mouth. I felt the movement of her mouth and throat muscles as she tried swallowing all of my juices as quickly as possible. Once the climax subsided, I was trying to catch my breath as Mary gently removed her mouth and lifted her head as though she was seeking approval. She looked delightful with little streams of my juices dripping from the corners of her mouth to her chin. "You seemed to have satisfied yourself very much, my lady," I teased her. Realizing what she looked like, she blushed with embarrassment and immediately wiped the juices from her chin and mouth with the back of her hand. A bit weary I was, I still have enough energy to complete the task and Mary gave me a bewildered look when I sank on my knees. "What do you have in mind, sir?" she smiled her most girlish smile as our eyes met. "Guess, my lady," was my reply and without warning, I took one of her big toes in my mouth. I saw Mary got startled because this is the first time I did this to her. This time, it's my turn to return the favor. Her big toe felt cold, but clean, after our rendezvous at the shower. I wrapped my tongue around it and sucked on it a bit like a lollipop. "Gerry..." I heard Mary faintly sigh my name. I looked at her at saw her hands clutching tightly on the bed covers, her breasts heaving quickly and her head thrown back for discovering a new erogenous zone. Afterwards, I did the same to her other toe again met with similar reaction. Slowly, I parted her legs until her cunt came into full view but she quickly covered herself with some bed covers. "Trying to act like a virgin, eh?" I smirked but from the light coming from the lamp, I could see the pupils in her eyes were dilated with desire. I continued my teasing by licking her right foot starting from the toe down to the top of her foot then planted butterfly kisses upon reaching her ankle. Mary was starting to fidget as if trying to discourage me but I held her legs down firmly. The skin on her legs felt warm and smooth with a slight salty taste to my tongue. Tracing the whole length of her shin bone with my tongue, I moved my way to her calf and knee. Mary's moaning and cries began to fill the room, as her left leg broke free from my hold and her heel started to dig on the bed but her reaction inflamed me more. I gathered my breath before I moved under the blanket as I finally arrived on her inner thighs and it seemed to get warmer as I draw close to her cunt. Mary tried to close me off by pressing her legs together but it was already a futile attempt because my face had finally arrived on her cunt and my tongue began to lick her inner lips. "Oh, you wicked man," she moaned and clutched me tightly by the hair when I slid my tongue in and out of her. Frankly, I love hearing Mary call me wicked because I know that she's enjoying what I'm doing to her. Her insides began to quake more violently and I know that she's nearing her climax. With one final thrust of my tongue, I heard Mary call out my name loudly followed by the shuddering of her body. The muscles inside her violently contracted as her sweet juices flooded from her cunt. Quickly, I licked off every last drop of it until her climax subsided. As soon as I licked her dry, I moved towards her pelvis just above her pubic area where I traced her healed c-section incision with my tongue. Imitating what she did, I made circles around her navel and then slowly licked my way up to her stomach. Mary buried her hand at the back of my head as if to guide me to her soft belly. Knowing well how licking her stomach drives her mad, I ran my tongue over her plump abdomen and gently nibbled her baby fats. After some time, I let alone her stomach and made my way to her breasts but upon touching one nipple with my tongue, Mary tightened her grip on my hair. "Darling, please be gentle," she breathed. "I will," I said as I commanded her, "now, baby, please hold your breasts together." She complied. Mary gasped when I encircled her left nipple before I finally took it inside my mouth. Her heels began to dig on the soft bed and her hands began to roam restlessly on my back when I began to perform suction movements on her nipple. I was just starting to enjoy my rendezvous with her left breast when I tasted something warm and sweet. I stopped and looked at Mary's face and saw her blushing. "Sorry," she said while smiling sheepishly. We were too engaged with what we are doing that we both forgot that she was still nursing the babies. "Nonsense," I smiled as I licked my lips, "what's good for the babies should probably be good for the daddy, too." We both laughed heartily and Mary slapped me gently on the back. After our laughter died down, I shifted my attention to her right breast and gave it the same treatment. After planting several kisses to her neck, our lips finally met again. "Liked it?" I asked, looking at her lovely face. She just nodded in response but I could tell that she enjoyed it by the glow of her eyes. I moved near and our lips and tongues soon met again while I imprison her once more in my arms. "You tasted bloody good, Lady Bowers," I smiled mischievously to her as soon as our lips broke apart, "Did you like the exchange of our juices in our mouths?" "Very much, Mr. Bowers," was her reply before we broke into laughter. My cock had already fully recovered and is now aching to bury itself inside her soft, warm womb. I positioned myself and when it's time, rammed my full length in her. The last time we made love was when she was on her fourth month of pregnancy and now, her vaginal muscles have forgotten the size and girth of my cock that I thought I have entered her for the first time. Her insides were warm and wet from my tongue's previous ravishing but it was very tight. Mary let out a stifled cry and bit me on the shoulder as she felt the pain. I disregarded the slight pain on my shoulder and remained motionless for a moment to let her insides get accustomed to my cock but the growing lust in me kept me from remaining still too long. I began to move my hips. Slowly at first until I began to move faster. "Gerry..." Mary gently called me once more. Now, her voice seemed heavenly to my ears. I looked at her dark colored eyes, pupils dilated, radiating with love and passion, as I continue with my thrusts. She has finally grown accustomed to my cock that she began to move her hips to counter my thrust as if not wanting my cock removed from her. I captured her lovely mouth once more as she enveloped me in her arms while we continue the coordinated movements of our bodies. "Mary..." "Yes?" "Play with your nipples," I said as I continue thrusting inside her, "I want to see you play with yourself." With awkwardness, Mary's fingertips began to fondle her breasts. "Am I...doing it right?" she asked as she looked at me. "Perfect." I smiled as I tightened my grip on her hips and made sharper thrusts. Mary cast me a seductive look and licked her lips to show me that she's beginning to enjoy fondling herself. "Wrap your legs around me, baby," I whispered to her, "I'm going to teach you something." When she did, I grabbed her by the back and neck and lifted her easily from the bed. She let out a stifled moan though her lips were locked with mine because this is our first time to make love in a standing position. "Baby..." she moaned once more in a sweet tone. I began to move her hips in an up and down motion over my stiff cock. "Like it, my lady?" I asked her through my slit-like eyes as I savor the feeling of her warm and wet insides contract and quiver with every vigorous thrust. Suddenly, Mary let out a cry and bit my lips gently as her insides quaked violently followed by the flowing of her juices. Once again, she limply slumped against my chest after her climax subsided but I'm still very stiff and still impaling her. Controlling myself, I gently knelt down and with my hands still supporting her bottom, I carefully turned her body to face the bed without removing my buried cock. With her back turned to me, I cupped her breasts with my hands and tormented her once more by the simultaneous stroking of her nipples with my fingertips and sharp thrusts into her insides. Mary reacted to my amorous torture by loud cries and pleas while clenching her hands on the bed covers. Feeling that my own climax is imminent, I slipped one arm under her breasts and the other on her bottom and lifted her to the other side of our bed against the window. I made her hold on the ledge of our window facing the opposite apartment building and showered her neck with feverish kisses. "Look at that window on the other building, love," I whispered in panted breath into her ear, "do you see it?" "Yes..." she responded almost breathlessly. "That's your apartment," I reminded her, "that's where we first made love. Do you remember?" Mary's former apartment, recently vacated, was dark but the memories of our first lovemaking came vividly to my mind and made me more inflamed. Her soft, gently scented blue and yellow bed, the curtainless windows and my Mary in her black lace bra and thong. I braced my hands on her bottom as I looked down on my cock, glistening with our mixed juices, sliding in and out of her cunt while her inflamed inner lips quivered with unbridled passion. When I felt that my climax is at hand, I firmly grabbed hold both of Mary's breasts, granted feverish, wet kisses to her cheeks, nape, and down to her back while alternately grinding my hips against hers and thrusting my cock in quick, piston-like manner. Her insides began to quiver violently indicating that she's nearing another climax and our breaths started to quicken in unison. "Baby, I'm...ah...ah!" I roared ramming myself harder against her body as we simultaneously reached our climax. I closed my eyes as I felt loads and loads of my juices flow out of me and into her warm womb. Mary, in turn, tightened her grip on the window ledge and let out a loud cry of my name. With the violent quivering of her insides, her own juices flooded and combined with mine submerging my cock in the blissful union of our passion. Drained with almost entirely of our strength, we both slumped back on our bed, our bodies covered in thin film of sweat, oil and body fluids. Mary's back is still turned on me as she rested her head on my right arm while my left is draped over her soft, warm fleshy waist. While catching my breath, I turned and looked at the nearby clock radio on my side of the bed. Seeing that it was near three in the morning, I turned back my sight on Mary and held her closer as we both drifted to sleep. We were both sleeping peacefully when I was suddenly awaken by the jarring sound of the alarm coming from the clock radio. Muttering a hundred swearings, I grabbed the damn clock and hurled it to the floor. Aah, peace and quiet once more, I thought as I tried to go back to sleep. To my surprise, I heard Mary giggle as she stirred in my arms. "You'll have to buy a new alarm clock, Gerry," she whispered as she turned to face me. "We'll get one later," I replied as I planted a kiss on her lips. The ray of sunshine coming from the window shone on us and bathed our semi-covered naked bodies. Suddenly, Mary opened her eyes. "Wait! What time is it?" she bolted upright from the bed. "Blasted, I'm late!" with that, she straddled me in her frantic effort get out of the bed but I held her in place on top of me. "Mary, it's Sunday." I smiled as I stroked her thighs and back. "Let's just stay and cuddle for awhile, shall we?" We spent several silent moments doing nothing but cuddle, feeling the warmth radiating from our naked skin, and listen to our hearts beat in a single rhythm. With all the madness of our work schedules and strains of parenthood, it felt like a long time since I held her like this. I was the first to break the silence. "I was trying to tell you something last night. Care to guess what it is?" flashing a smile to her. "Mmm..."her eyes began to roam trying to remember anything. "You don't remember, don't you?" I grinned at her. "Sorry." "Silly girl," I laughed as I held her closer in my arms, "I'll make you remember. Some time ago, we met at the elevator." Mary's face lit up as she remembers the event. "Darling." "Yes?" "Sorry if I'm being too pedantic," she said, "I promise, I'll loosen up a little bit." "Finally," I laughed and pressed her closer against my body, "You know what? Sometimes, you're drive me fuckin' nuts with those details." "Sorry," she quietly answered. She was silent for a minute before she spoke again. "Gerry?" "Yes, my lady?" "Did I bit you too much?" she asked as she gently stroked my shoulder and my lips with her fingertips. "Fuckin' hell, it did," I laughed as I began to shower her with passionate kisses much to her girlish squeals. "You—"she was about to start. "Wicked man?" I said finishing her words, "thank you very much, my lady." It's been four years since I met this certain neighbor on the elevator. A girl who deems herself as just ordinary. With all the models and beautiful women who grace magazine covers that I've dated before, I found out that my happiness lies with this unpretentious, ordinary girl who doesn't know and, up to now, still doesn't believe how beautiful she really is. The wedding was done in a traditional Catholic Church ceremony well attended by our respective friends and families (who were very much relieved that we finally stopped "living in sin" and decided to legally share my name) but Mary and I pulled off a little surprise when we drove off in a motorbike on our way to our honeymoon leaving our families, friends and even the officiating priest in shock and bewilderment. Instead of spending our honeymoon in a hotel or the cruise ship, we rented a rustic bungalow in the Scottish Highlands where we both explored the joys of bondage, whipped cream, and a little bit of role playing. I feel obliged to reveal the details of what we did there but that's another story.