Six Weeks || Mongron 

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Dianna laughed and grinned widely, shrugging a shoulder as she closed her eyes, tipping her head back into the pillow to give him more access to her next. “Well, it’s been my personal mission to make up for the rest you wish you could have had back, so I’m proud of that accomplishment,” she whispered with a playful grin, one hand stroking the back of his head while her other hand ran slowly up and down his muscular back. 

“But, think of it this way,” she continued, her voice still soft yet thick from the heated air between them. “You’re my husband. It’s been six weeks since we’ve been able to do anything. Therefore, this is going to be much, much hotter than any teenage fling with the parents downstairs. I’m prepared to make sure that these six weeks have been completely worth it. All night,” she informed with a determined smirk, wrapping a leg around his lazily before she brushed her hot center against his with a quiet moan, shivering.

Something happened to Dianna’s voice when it was just the two of them like this, and it always had an embarrassing effect on Cory. He sucked her skin a little harder as she spoke, grinding his hips into her a little more. “Make up for the rest I had back, what? Baby, I have more than enough to try and handle with you as my wife,” he smirked, his mouth finding hers again. He’d started kissing down her body slowly, his ears perked up as she spoke and he could feel himself twitch in his jeans. “All night, eh? That’s a fun promise to make,” he thrust his hips into hers firmly to show that he was ready to match that promise.

While that happened, his hands were stealthily pulling down the cups of her bra and unclasping it so he could have full access, which his lips took advantage of. She wasn’t the only one who’d missed their unrestricted sexy sessions—his pants were halfway undone and his dick had been on full salute since he’d touched her the first time—and his hand dipped teasingly into her panties. “Do you remember what I said about San Franciscan cuisine?” he said huskily against her neck, blowing slightly on the kissed wet skin. “And eating it?” He captured her lips, his fingers playing over her softly. “I want to.”