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He could hardly believe his luck. To be struck by lightning, dead and buried for all eternity, was one thing, but to be completely brought back to life again was another.
It was an entirely new thing to have fallen for the girl who had spent months speaking to him between the lines of life and death at the foot of his grave. Yet, now here she was, after days of helping him come back together, returning his hopeless affection for her.
He now had a new ear to help him hear her better, a new hand to help him touch her better, and now a new- Well, for that, he was still waiting for the electricity to fizzle through him and wake it up.
“Make love to me, " her voice from earlier rang over and over in his head. He tried his best to stay still and let the electricity do its thing, but it was so hard for him to keep his calm when he was thinking about Lisa. Finally, he could feel it shatter across his body, spilling like a rushing flame. He could barely get himself out of that tanning bed fast enough.
They giggled as he emerged from his electric tomb, holding hands as they ran up to her bedroom. The world could wait. It had to. There was no one else but them at this moment. He’d burn the whole world down if anyone dared to try and change it. Anything for his darling Lisa.
While he was hard and throbbing, he had to admit there was a beautiful and gentle excitement for what they were about to do. He hadn’t gotten laid in hundreds of years, and she’d never laid with anyone. It felt different too; it wasn’t just about having sex for the sake of it, he wanted desperately to show her how much he loved her, and she desperately wanted to feel that love.
Lisa could feel all the blood rush away from her head and to her stomach, nerves bundling in its pit. All of his blood, however, was rushing to his newly attached cock. Finally, once they were past the door, past the stairs and past her bedroom doors, they made their way close to her bed.
He bent down, kissing her hand before slipping a peach ring on her finger, whilst she shared the sentiment back. She kissed his hand all over, almost sharing without words that which she finally understood.
If he had the voice, he might have been babbling endless verses of poetry, alongside hundreds of vows proclaiming his immortal devotion to her. Till death to us part wasn’t quite the fit, but as long as they both shall live seemed a little more like it belonged to them.
He was a little disappointed he didn’t have the words in his throat to say it, but she seemed to simply know what he wanted to say regardless. Lisa. His Lisa. His Darling Wife.
He led her to bed and climbed on top of her, knees parting her legs ever so slightly to send goosebumps down her spine. He smiled, kissing the top of her head. Oh, how he had dreamed of this moment, the exhilaration was almost overwhelming.
Lisa’s shyness suddenly chastised her body and choked her throat. He could see it in her face, although he hoped that the sudden realisation of their heat in the moment wasn’t making her frightened.
If he had the voice he would’ve told her “Please don’t be frightened. You look so beautiful and all I want to do is make you feel good.”
He didn’t need to say it out loud though, his eyes told her those words enough, and she could read it well. She smiled, confidence drumming in her ears and lust building in her lips.
She pulled herself up, pulling him down enough so that she was now on top of him, straddling him with her hips. She smirked at the conviction it gave her. He smiled back at her, excitement and love blooming from his eyes.
She bobbed her head down to meet his and kissed him fiercely, intertwining their tongues and he moaned a bit into her mouth, almost taken aback by her forwardness.
“What name should I cry out for you?” She murmured quietly, breaking apart from their kiss. “Shit, you’ve never even told me your name. I know a part of it’s Stein but you’ve never-”
He cut her off from her worrying, insistently pointing to the peach ring on his finger. He didn’t want her to get sad and sentimental right when she was so close to what she wanted. He hoped the ring would be a clue enough.
She stared for a moment, trying to figure out what he meant, then it finally clicked into place. “Husband? That’s what you want me to call out?” She hid a laugh in her reply.
Hearing her say that made his ears go hot, but he wasn’t about to ignore her question for his own arousal. He nodded enthusiastically. That’s what he was to her, why shouldn’t she call him that?
She thought for a moment. “Are you sure that’s what you want me to call you?”
He nodded again, taking her hand up in his, peppering small kisses on it in reassurance.
She grew a wicked smile. “Husband” She whined and grinded down against him.
He groaned in response, grabbing her hips, pressing his fingers against her ass that was hidden so perfectly by her nightgown. She gasped against the sudden and erotic touch he gave her, almost hissing the breath out of her teeth.
God, she had so much power over him it was almost intoxicating. He’d just gotten this new dick and now he was worried he would barely get to use it much to please her, considering how close he was to finishing in his pants just from that alone.
She was inexperienced in the way sex was supposed to start, but she knew they couldn’t start whilst they were so covered up. Slowly, she started pulling away at the strings that held her nightgown together, letting it fall away, until she pulled it completely off and over her head, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.
He couldn’t think straight. If he’d died again and gone back to heaven, surely he’d met the face and body of an angel. The delicateness of her skin, the suppleness of her breasts, the curve of her hips against his, it was nothing but heavenly.
He sat up slightly, meeting her neck to press kisses against it. He moved down slightly, making his way to her breasts, trying his best to be gentle, but not wanting to alarm her with any quick actions.
He pulled his head back to meet her eyes. Her eyes spoke of nothing but pure want, but she too stopped, unsure what to do next, or, moreover, unsure of what to get him to do next.
He touched his fingers to his mouth and then touched them to just atop her underwear. He didn’t know quite how else to ask her about what he wanted to give her.
“I- don’t- I don’t know what you mean, my love.” She breathed.
He repeated the gesture again, this time touching his tongue instead of just his lips. His eyes pleaded with her to understand what he meant.
She gasped a little at the new realisation. “Oh! You want to go down on me?”
He moaned a little, as if to beg, “Please, Oh Please, Only if you’ll let me”
She held him close to her chest. “Yes, Yes. Please.” She responded. She stood up and moved over to lie down next to him. He turned to face her, kissing her before almost jumping up to be at the foot of her bed.
She clasped her legs together shyly, avoiding his gaze from the embarrassment that painted her cheeks a pretty pink. As excited as she was, she couldn’t hide the tinge of bashfulness that this new lust gave her.
He held the side of her hips, meeting her eyes before kissing her again. He slowly worked his way down, going from her mouth to her neck, to her breasts, her stomach, to finally just above her underwear.
He tapped her underwear on the side a couple of times, indirectly asking her a question.
“Fuck, Yes, Yes- Please take them off-” She whined, arousal thickly coating her words.
He wanted to tease, only just a little, so he delicately swiped a finger just above her covered clit, and she shuddered in response, holding a moan slightly at the end. He was surprised to feel how wet she was, worried that he was prolonging his teasing ever so slightly. He grabbed each side and pulled the fabric down, making sure it neatly fell off her legs and tossed it to the floor. Now she was completely bare.
He couldn’t help but stare at her naked frame. She was so incredible, nothing could compare to her beauty. Her eyes met his as he did so, and he grunted a little, hoping she could tell he was trying to tell her how beautiful she was.
She laughed a little, touching his face as he leaned into her hand.
Slowly, though, he dipped his head back down to the spot between her legs. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, pulling her closer to him as he did so. She gasped a little, and he could feel the goosebumps rush across her skin as his fingertips played with her thighs.
The instant his mouth made contact with her, she moaned in response, sending all his blood rushing to his dick.
Heaven, he concluded, right there and then, must be between her legs.
It had been a very long time since he had done this, but he knew that pleasure was different for everyone. He let his tongue swipe across her folds, listening intently to all the sounds of joy she made, depending on where he was.
He moved back up to her clit, where she let out a wild moan followed by a “Yes- Yes That’s it! Please-!”
She didn’t have to tell him twice. He continued to lap his tongue around it, tasting all the arousal that filled his mouth. He continued at it, letting his mouth gently swish across her, letting her moans fill the room.
Doing this to her was making him so hard it was almost painful. He needed a small moment to gather himself or he might end up staining the bottom of her bed. He broke away from her for a second, taking his arms off her thighs, allowing them to rest beside her, planting kisses on the inside of her thighs, letting satisfaction bloom across her skin.
His eyes met hers, and she took her hand to gently hold his hair and bring him back up into her.
“Please- keep going- please, Husband. I need you so badly.” She said.
Husband. He was drunk on the word and her command. He resumed his grip on her thighs and let his mouth keep going against her as she writhed against the bed, her legs moving about under him.
He couldn’t help himself and dug his fingertips into her slightly and she squealed with delight. She grabbed a fistful of his curls and held herself there, grinding against his face in the best way she could.
He groaned as he continued to lick against her, which in turn only made her moan even more.
He’d heard her talk about anything and everything, but these were his favourite noises that she made. The sound of her pleasure, the pleasure he was giving her. He could feel himself leak a little every time she moaned or whined.
He sped his tongue up a bit, letting his head bob a little faster with each thrust and curve of his tongue. She shuddered wildly, tightening the grip on his hair. Even he could tell she was getting dangerously close.
“Yes- That’s it- Please-” She said, words falling off her lips. “That feels so, so good-”
He kept going, desperate to give her the release she wanted, until he could feel her moans quicken and eventually fall into one, crying out as she finally met her peak.
He kept going, letting his mouth move across her wetness, wanting her to keep riding the high of pleasure as much as she possibly could. He watched how gorgeous her face was, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her lips parting to gasp and her skin all flushed and pink. There was no other beauty quite like this.
Eventually, after a few moments, she pushed his head down, releasing his mouth from her with a wet pop. He looked up at her with a quizzical but loving brow.
She bit her lip.“I’m sorry- I- I think if you keep your head down there I might not be able to take much more.”
He chuckled a little bit, moving from being between her legs to laying down next to her. He gently brushed the hair from the side of her face, touching her cheek in the process. She looked even more beautiful post-orgasm, but he had no idea where to start in terms of communicating that to her.
“I must be the luckiest girl in the world.” She murmured to him.
He cocked his head to the side as if to ask why.
She giggled. “My husband must be the most gifted man in the world.”
He smiled, his eyes basking in her beauty and his complete and utter devotion to her. He loved her so much he couldn’t even put it into words. They laid there together, letting her recover from her orgasm, basking in each other's love for one another.
Lust bubbled in the back of Lisa’s throat suddenly. She turned to touch him, pressing her grip hard against his erection sitting underneath his pants. He groaned, almost as soon as her hands fluttered across him.
“Now, is my husband going to let me return the favour?” She whispered in his ear.
He looked at her with pleading eyes, although he was a little unsure of what she was going to do next. She looked for a hair tie on her nightstand, fixing her hair up, before he realised he didn’t mean it in the same way.
He gently took her hand, shaking his head at her action.
She looked confused. “You don’t want me to go down on you?”
He shook his head again, reaffirming the message. He knew there was absolutely no way he could last long enough to give her the sex she really wanted if she decided to blow him even just for a bit before they did anything. God, just the thought of her lips wrapped around him was enough to send him over the edge.
“What, you don’t think I’d be good at it, just because I’ve never done it before?” She teased, “Because I’ll have you know, I can do a lot with my mouth, my darling husband.”
He groaned, not just at the mention of his pet name, but all the implicit teasing she was giving him. He was trying so hard to hold on for her, but she really was making it so hard for him.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes, you know. I hope you don’t think I’m going to be the only one naked in this bed, do you?” She tugged at his shirt, trying her best to pull it down enough to reveal his chest.
His skin was hot and electric, flares firing across his chest with every brush against it. Even Lisa was surprised with her forwardness, as she tugged at his shirt until she yanked it up and over his head, until his chest was exposed to her, his shirt a very distant memory.
Her eyes inspected his skin, letting her gaze fall to the soft crevices of his skin. She’d never seen a man in a state like this before. Not only was it fascinating, it was exhilarating, pumping her blood full of more arousal and confidence. She may be in bed with an undead man, but by God, she’d never felt more alive.
“Oh,” She breathed, cascading her palms gently across his bare chest “You’re so handsome.”
He gestured his head forward to her, as if to answer “You really are, more so than I.”
She smiled at his comment, and he brought his head closer to hers to kiss her again. She swirled her tongue against his, taking a more dominant role in their pleasure, almost trying to make it reach the back of his throat. He groaned against her, throwing his head back and letting his eyes close from pure gratification.
She tapped his soft cheek with her finger once they broke apart from their kiss. He could barely make eye contact with her, his eyes were swirling with rapture.
“See,” She teased “I told you I was good with my mouth. Let me show you how much better I can be-”
She readjusted herself, bringing him up to her chest, moving herself up to use his groin as her seat, smiling as she did so, before grinding down on him and passionately kissing his neck.
For a creature that couldn’t speak, he was certainly very noisy at the motion. She took his noise as an open challenge, and further brushed herself up against how hard he was, which was so glorious to feel, seeing how the only thing between her wetness was a thin pair of pants he was wearing.
She kept her kisses on his neck, holding her tongue longer with each one. She knew she was probably leaving him with big gaping love bites, but the thrill of it was keeping her going, and he gripped his arms around her waist, silently begging her to keep at her pace.
She dotted small kisses, until she drew her teeth slightly, giving him little bites across his neck. He cried out, but pulled her closer to him, holding her as he quivered from each new spot she explored.
She pulled herself away to look at him, an eager and sly grin across her flushed face. “Did I make my point?”
He moved his arms, holding his own hips before gesturing towards her own. He didn’t want to say anything really, but he was struggling to hold on a little. He wasn’t sure how much more making out he had in him before he’d be spent.
She watched his hands move from his hips to hers, teasing him a little with how long she held her stare.
“Oh, so you want to get into the real action now?” She said, smirking against his skin.
He nodded so vigorously he almost bumped his head against hers.
She laughed, kissing his ears “Sounds like you really want to make love to your wife.”
He groaned fiercely, particularly turned on by the mention of her being his wife. The word danced in his ears, the melody repeating beautifully.
Wife, Wife, Wife.
He had never wanted anything quite like how he wanted to make love to her. He wanted nothing more than to make love to his wife and even if he died again right after, he’d never have any regrets.
Lisa moved her hands down, playing with the soft fabric of his pants, gently swishing her hands across it before taking firm grips at his erection underneath. He held a moan in the back of his throat, trying to lean forwards to kiss her again, but she stopped him, putting a finger to his lips.
“Take these off for me before we start anything more, my love.” She said, gesturing to what she so desperately wanted hidden underneath.
He whined a little, not wanting to bother with clothes long enough to pull away from her kisses, but he obeyed her wish without hesitation, awkwardly standing up from the bed to remove his pants as fast as he could, although that didn’t mean it was quick.
Lisa laid down on her side, looking him up and down the way an artist looks at their art. She was captivated by the way he looked, naked and full of love for her and the moment they were in.
He did feel a bit awkward about the way she stared, even if it was a stare of love and appreciation. He traced along the lines of stitches around his groin, then placed his hands over his heart and then gestured towards her.
He hoped she was able to understand his message of “Thank you for doing this, I love you.”
Maybe she didn’t, but she could see how content and gleeful it made him, and she smiled. Although it was really hard to be only focused on just the romantic stuff when he was naked, in front of her and very hard.
Staring at his cock wasn’t exactly the best way to tell him how much she wanted to start having sex with him, but she was so distracted by it she didn’t know where else to look.
He took the first move, touching his finger to his ear and then touching it to her lips, as if to say “Tell me what you want, tell me and I’ll listen.”
“I think you already know what I want. I think you know what you want too.” She said, suddenly wrapping her arms against his shoulders to bring him not only closer to her but off his feet and into bed with her.
The feeling of their bare skin against each other was intoxicating; both of them had never felt so aroused in their lives, and both were surprised to feel how warm each other was.
He could feel his dick pressed up against her inner thigh, leaking slightly from excitement, hoping that it didn’t bother her. He locked eyes with her, leaning in to kiss her again, but she spoke before he got the chance.
“I don’t want to wait any longer. Make love to me.”
He nodded, kissing her forehead again to assure her that he would do just that. He wished he could ask her what she wanted, but before he moved, he placed his fingers on her mouth and then to his ear again, reaffirming what he wanted her to do.
“I promise I’ll tell you what I need.” She murmured to him. “I promise.”
He took a deep breath in, brushing his fingers between her legs, trying to find the spot she liked the most. She let out a little whine, although tired to muffle it against his shoulder.
He made a note to himself that even once he was inside her, he wanted to keep touching her there. He wanted to make sure, regardless of what expectations she may have about sex, she still had the most pleasurable experience that she could. All he wanted was her pleasure.
He grunted a little as if to say he was going to start now, and slowly, but very gently, lowered himself inside her. She let out a small gasp, feeling how thick and hard he was inside her, at long last. He groaned a bit. She was hot and very wet, but he didn’t want to lose himself too quickly. He struggled to meet her eyes on account of his embarrassment, but she didn’t let that slide.
She cocked her head to the side so he’d met her eyes directly, and he looked a little sheepish, trying to focus on her lips instead of her gaze.
She laughed a little bit. “Hey, please don’t be nervous. You love me and I love you. That’s all that matters here.” She touched her hand to his cheek, her thumb gently rubbing it. “As your wife, I promise I will love this, and love you, no matter what.”
He felt his face swell with warmth, a mix of both adoration and passion for the woman who always made him feel like more than what he was. His darling wife. He’d forgotten what she wanted most in the heat of the moment. He kissed her forehead, reassuring her before he got back to what they both wanted.
He started slowly, thrusting into her tenderly, ensuring she was able to adjust as best she could. His head was swimming, he was so lost in pleasure he was worried he wasn’t going to be able to last long for her.
He kept going at a shy pace, trying so hard to not overdo himself. She breathed heavily against his own mewls, feeling him stretching her in ways she’d never felt before. She held him closer, bringing him to her chest, her mouth next to the side of his face.
“I know you can go a little faster, Husband.” She whispered to him, nibbling on his ear, sending shock waves down his spine and straight to his dick. She let her legs wrap around him tighter, ensuring that they weren’t just closer, but that she had him inside her as much as she possibly could.
“Harder, please, please.” She cried, digging her fingernails into his back, tightening her legs that were wrapped around him. All he could do was shudder against her, it was as if she was made of fire, and he so desperately loved the flame.
He increased his speed, trying to put as much of his spirit into making her feel good as he could. His own pleasure was so immense for a brief period he was convinced that nothing else he’d ever felt was never, or could ever, be as bedding his wife.
He ducked his fingers down, trying to make sure he could still touch her clit as he thrust into her, ensuring that all the rapture she could feel would be heightened.
She cried out loudly at his movement, pleasure overwhelming her body and all the new sensations that travelled down it. She had never thought that sex could be this good, even for a first time. She had always heard that it hurt, and whilst there was some slight discomfort from the new feeling, in the moment all she could feel was fulfilment.
She was drunk on the love she felt for him, and for all the things they were sharing together as husband and wife. Even if this was the last thing she’d do in her mortal life, it was not something she’d change. All she wanted was him.
He continued to move at a steady pace, allowing the exchange of their body heat and their own satisfaction building. He was sure he only had a few minutes left, maybe even a few thrusts with how good she felt, wrapped around him and continuing to tighten with every movement and every kiss they shared in bed.
Suddenly, her eyes grew wide, as if she had come to a realisation. “Wait.” She said “I want to do this a little differently.”
He gave her a quizzical look, but let her do what she needed. She pulled out of him and pushed him to lay down against her pillows, whilst she got back into his lap, her wetness sitting delicately against his erection. He threw his head back, already struggling to not reach his peak too quickly.
“I want to take the lead.” she said, kissing his hand, allowing him to refocus.
She bit her lip and whimpered a little and tried to lower herself into him. It was not easy to instantly do, especially with how large and hard he was for her.
“Just give me a moment to get my bearings.” She breathed, eventually, her body was swallowing him whole, gasping a little to settle again.
She let her hands cascade down his chest. “Don’t you prefer the view from here a little better?”
He wouldn’t have voiced it, but it was certainly a much nicer masterpiece. She was not only naked, but flushed and courageous, all the whilst he was inside her, throbbing with love and lust. He could see her magnificent frame much better, and she really was a goddess amongst mortals.
She was so beautiful, he wanted to burn the image of her right now into his mind forever so he’d never forget it. She was everything, everything he loved and cared for, his heart singing out melodies for his beloved wife.
She started to move, going slow for the first couple of times she moved her hips, but eventually spurring herself on, moving faster at a pace she enjoyed more, overwhelming her body with the desire she wanted.
His surprised moans only encouraged her more, and she kept moving her hips in tune with them, his hands eventually holding onto her hips, letting her grind down more against him, making her cry out with him.
He tried to refocus on her clit, moving at least one hand against it, his fingers dancing across it in the way that she liked, making her so noisy she was worried the neighbours might hear from multiple doors down.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” She sang, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she moved herself, trying to keep her pace, but struggling as her body twitched against him.
“I can’t- I’m so close- Please- please-” She moaned, letting him hold her ass and take a few attempts at thrusting upwards to her, until she threw her head back and howled out in pure ecstasy.
She collapsed onto his chest, still with him inside her, but leaned against his chest, panting as she felt the aftershocks hit her. She still felt him keep going, although the feeling of her finishing around him had pushed him to his very limit.
After a few more lazy thrusts, he felt himself come undone and spill inside her, whilst she felt a gasp escape her throat, prolonging her orgasm against him. They cried out against each other, both basking in their indulgence, letting their euphoria wash over each other.
Both of them caught their breath and panted before Lisa looked up at him, teary-eyed and flushed, so happy for both of them to have felt so much joy.
He smiled back, stroking her hair as she shuffled up, releasing herself from him and moving to lay down next to him, up against his chest.
“My love, I hope you know that if we weren’t running out of time, I’d definitely ask you to make love to me again.” She murmured, placing a kiss on his neck.
He stroked her hair and held her close, returning her love by placing a hand on his chest, then placing it on hers.
“I love you.” It said.
In his heart, he said, “I love you, forever and always.”