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Story may too, but I hope to God not, since Kor has waited YEARS for this thing.

xD

WARNING: Sex (:

“EW!” Korie exclaimed, sticking her tongue out at the soggy clump of bread she unintentionally fished out from the bottom of the sink.

“This is the most disgusting thing in the entire world,” she mumbled to herself before unwillingly dunking her hands back into the grimy dishwater.

For about five more minutes she made various appalled faces and sickened noises until suddenly, warm hands gently squeezed her shoulders.  A smile formed on her face as those familiar hands gently trailed down her arms and submerged themselves in the soapy water.  Quickly, Korie released the silverware and dishrag from her grasp, just in time for those tattooed fingers to intertwine with her own.

“Mmmm,” she quietly groaned, leaning backwards into him.

She let her head fall back on to his shoulder and nuzzled her nose into his inked neck.  She took in a small whiff of his intoxicating scent, and again groaned her approval as her eyes slowly closed.

He smiled to himself and tenderly squeezed Korie’s fingers within his larger hands.

“How're the dishes going?” he taunted quietly.

Korie only grunted, wishing he could have just let her forget.

“I think we need a maid,” she whispered, still so lost in her position.

“A maid!” he laughed.  “Dishes aren’t really that bad, are they?”

“Yes!  They are!” she defended, jolting forward a bit.  “They are disgusting.”

“And look!” she demanded, prying her hands out of his grasp to show him her evidence.

“They make me wrinkle like an old grandmother!”

“Only your hands,” he laughed as Korie patted her hands dry.

“JEPH!  IT’S NOT FUNNY!” Korie pouted, sticking out her bottom lip while simultaneously glaring daggers at her husband.

Jeph smirked at that adorable look and grabbed Korie’s small waist, pulling her up against his body.  He rested his forehead against hers and waited for her expression to change.  After a few seconds, it was clear she was in the mood to pout.  Jeph quickly nipped at her exposed bottom lip, causing Korie to lightly smile, even with her lip trapped between his teeth.  Moments later, he released it to find it plump and swollen.  He trailed his right hand up her side, allowing it to dip in and out with the feminine curves of her body.  When his hand reached the side of her chest, Jeph smirked slightly as he met Korie’s eyes.  Filled with desire and want, they begged for his touch. 

Dipping his head to harshly bite her neck, he allowed his hand to graze her breast, relishing in the sound of her gasp turned whimper.  He removed her shirt, licking and kissing all over her neck, refusing to grant her another nibble, knowing the occasional and sudden spark of pain satisfied her most when she was in this kind of playful mood.  Listening to her moans and groans, Jeph worked slowly, his hands roaming her waist and legs, while his mouth found its way back to Korie’s.

Korie was eager to have him this close.  Her husband’s hot breath mingled with her own as she attempted to regain control with her smooth tongue.  When Jeph abruptly pulled away, she whined needing the contact.

“Baby, p-” she started to say when Jeph let his hands fall from Korie’s body and turned, walking away.

“JEPH! What the fuck?”  She shouted, stopping him on the third stair.

“Well you could come upstairs to bed with me if you want…or continue doing dishes. Your choice,” he teased.

“Bitch,” Korie muttered.

“What was that, dear?” Jeph called down from the hallway.

“Oh, nothing, honey,” Korie responded with apparent sarcasm.

Jeph laughed to himself before walking into the bedroom and lying comfortably on the bed with his hands behind his head, ankles crossed lazily.  He waited patiently; smiling about yet another victory.  Meanwhile, Korie stomped up the stair case, mumbling about Jeph’s unfair control.  When she reached the door to her master bedroom, her expression fell even more.  A sharp glare settled itself on her face and her small arms folded over themselves just below her chest.

“Hate. You.” Korie spat at her overly nonchalant husband.

Jeph’s smile grew as he chuckled.

“You do not,” he countered, still grinning.

Korie’s glare intensified as her eyes narrowed into tiny slits.

“Kor, baby, you could never hate me.”

“Could so!” she shouted, causing Jeph to lose what little composure he had left.  He threw his head back as his amused laughter ricocheted off the ceiling.

“Come here,” he demanded, still smiling hugely.

“No,” Korie said petulantly.

“Don’t make me get up off this bed,” Jeph warned with an evil smirk.

“Oh, what are you gonna do?” Korie taunted.

Jeph chuckled.  “Wrong move.”

With a loud, squeaky protest from the old mattress’s springs, Jeph bounced out of the bed and grabbed for Korie.  Seeing he was serious, Korie squealed loudly, now laughing with a smile on her face as she bounded out of the room.  Despite her efforts, Korie was captured near the end of the hallway; Jeph’s tattooed hand quickly snatching the back of her shirt, pulling her into him.

“Gotcha,” he gently whispered into her light brown hair.

She smiled lightly; glad to be entangled by his arms once again.

Next, giggles followed a sharp shriek.  Unexpectedly, Jeph let go of Korie’s waist to swat at her (unfortunately for him, still covered), behind.  He picked her up, threw her over his strong shoulder, and playfully smacked her butt with each step back to their bedroom.  Jeph gracefully laid his wife’s perfect body on their bed and stood up to start slowly unbuttoning his shirt. 

Korie watched, mesmerized as Jeph’s working hands then pulled his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it on the floor.  He sexily crawled over her body and gently kissed available patches of her skin.  Her eyes were now closed and her fingers lazily tangled in his dark hair.  He sucked at her neck, assured that a mark would soon appear. For now however, he listened intently to his gorgeous wife’s moan, the erection already growing in his tight jeans.

Korie arched her back, purposefully pushing Jeph up.  While holding his gaze, her dainty hands found the hook on her bra.  The blue material was promptly stripped from her body; replaced by Jeph’s hands and mouth.  His teeth very lightly tugged at her right nipple, his thumb smoothing over the left.  Korie’s small scream turned to a groan as she savored the feel of Jeph’s seemingly cold breath on her skin.

“Pissed that I pulled you away from the dishes,” he whispered against her skin.

“Shut up,” she panted, quickly pulling his face back up to hers.

In a blur of flesh and heavy breathing, Korie had managed to flip their bodies.  Now straddling her husband, her hands lightly traveled down to the button of his jeans.  She tugged his jeans from his legs, in the process having to get off the bed.  Jeph watched as she stripped herself naked before him.  He groaned, now needing her skin on his.  He reached out for her small body.  Pulling her onto his waist, he began to kiss her neck, his posture never more perfect as he strained to reach her fiery skin.

Korie’s mouth meshed with his, her hands on either side of Jeph's face, as their bodies faltered under the pressure and lack of support, both of them toppling down onto the bed.  Her tongue commanded ownership of Jeph’s mouth as it swirled with his.  She unknowingly began to rub herself against his boxers, every second getting hotter and more anxious.

“Dammit, Korie,” he painfully groaned.

Korie gasped for a deep breath and appreciatively tore off Jeph’s underwear, grabbing a condom from the drawer on the way back.  Grinning from the gasp let out of her husband’s mouth as she slipped on the contraception, she gladly positioned herself over his tattooed legs.  Jeph’s hands came up from Korie’s thighs to her face, caressing her cheek, and moving a thick section of hair from in front of her eyes.

Korie blushed, then smiled, before carefully sinking down onto Jeph’s shaft.  They moaned simultaneously, eyes closed, both loving the feeling.  Nails dug into flesh; screams echoed from the walls; panting encircled their bodies.

Korie loved Jeph with everything she had.  She married him because of the smooth touch of his sensual hands; the intense stare his brown eyes held; the way “I love you,” held so much more meaning when passing his perfect lips.  They didn’t have the most money (which was obvious from their dingy apartment), but they had more passion than anyone she knew.  She was a woman in complete infatuation, obsession, and matrimony.  And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Not my best, and Kor, I aplogize for that. I LOVE YOU, and I hope you enjoyed the birthday sex. xDD

*sorry for any typos.