“What about the tennis courts? I haven’t played in years but I think it could be a lot of fun.”

“No.”

“You’re hard to please, you know that? What about…”

“What about this…” Ashley said, grabbing the back of Spencer’s neck and finding the blonde’s lips with her own as she lowered her onto the bed. She touched Spencer’s body as if it was a map to be committed to memory, her mouth already moving lower on the blonde’s perfect longitude. The white dress was gone in no time at all, and Spencer’s exposed body only heightened Ashley’s arousal.

“I know this is your first time…let me know if I go too fast,” she said with a grin as she removed her own dress in one effortless motion.

Spencer laughed but couldn’t form words. Ashley was busy anyway creating a hot trail of kisses down the blonde’s torso that stopped right below her belly button. Spencer could feel the tingle of heavy breathing between her thighs, growing more and more wet every second. Just when it felt like it could be bordering on too much, expert hands gripped Spencer’s hips and Ashley positioned herself for the first taste in weeks. Heavy, desperate breaths filled the room and long, tan legs wrapped themselves tightly around Ashley’s waist. She took her time, depositing slow, hard licks on Spencer’s clit before slipping her tongue deep inside.

Her speeds varied, the irregular tempo sending Spencer into over-drive. Her back arched, her face burned with pleasure, her fingers found Ashley’s hair. Yes, the two weeks had indeed been worth every moment.

Ashley finally pulled away, moving upwards to kiss Spencer’s neck, her tongue reckless and hot.

“You’re pulling my hair again.”

Spencer responded only by tugging lightly on a lock of brown hair. Ashley laughed before kissing her again. Her fingers traveling again to Spencer’s wet center. She plunged her fingers into the blonde mercilessly, each digit working masterfully deep inside to make Spencer moan.

“Tell me if it’s too fast too soon…” Ashley said between forceful thrusts, “then I’ll know I’m doing something right.”

Finally, Spencer began to shake, her walls contracting around Ashley’s fingers. Her climax came identical to her wife’s fingers—hard, fast, and wet—and Spencer had to keep herself from balding Ashley in the process.

Once she recovered, she pulled the brunette in for a kiss, “You can’t tell me that the two week hiatus wasn’t worth it.”

“Why can’t I?”

“That was the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Well then I guess we’ve dispelled the myth that sex after marriage isn’t as good.”

“Definitely, but what about you? Don’t you want me to touch you…put you out of your misery?”

“Just being inside you again…I don’t think I could feel anymore satisfied than I do already.”

“Let me try.”

“As long as you promise to pull my hair.”

“It’s a promise, wife.”