(Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene. If you're not comfortable to read kindly skip it and move to another chapter)

Kylie took hold of the elastic band on Ethan's underwear and pulled his shorts down. The band caught on his hard member, and at first, it bent slightly. Then, as if it were a loaded spring, it jumped out and stood at attention, it's head a mere inch away from her mouth. Kylie smiled up at him, and then her tongue dashed out to lick his external urethral opening.

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Ethan began to moan as the pleasure took into his whole body.

Kylie took the head of Ethan's hard member into her mouth next, and while it was in her mouth, she traced her tongue in circles around it.

Kylie felt Ethan's hands go to the sides of her head as if he intended to make out her face, and she pulled away. Taking his hands, she put them by his sides and reminded him of what she'd already told him. "Lie still," she said while staring him most passionately "and let me take care of you, just for this time,"

As she met his eyes, she could see that it would take an act of extreme willpower for him to obey, but he nodded for her to continue. This time, when she returned to what she is doing, Kylie took his hard member into her mouth, right to the root. As its tip touched her tonsils, she began to gag, but she did not pull away, for she fully intended for him to be able to enjoy the vibrations that her gagging created. She increases the pace of her gagging that made Ethan moan louder.

"Honey, ah...more, more,...ah" His voice sounded like a roaring lion calling his partner in the middle of the mountain.

When Kylie could not stand it anymore, she drew her head away from his twitching hard member, climbed up his body, and assisted him in inserting his hard member into her bloody wet core. It was dirty, but it was the most soaking wet core Ethan had ever get laid, and he found himself enjoying it while watching his little wife moving on top of him.

And it wasn't long before Ethan could no longer contain himself. "I am going to cum. Honey, I am going to release it, ah..." he moaned, and then he ejaculated inside of her. Breathing hard, he looked Kylie in the eye and asked her if she'd had an orgasm. Not wanting to lie, Kylie admitted that she hadn't.

"I've heard though," she added, "that some men are able to give women orgasms by kissing them. Is that something that you can do?" She asked him gently.

This was not something that Ethan had ever even considered, so he had never attempted it before. He did consider himself superior to all men, though, especially as a lover. Therefore, if another man could do it, it served to reason that he could also.

Ethan drew her close to him and began to kiss her. He kissed her neck first, then her earlobes, and then her mouth. He was sucking it hard to bite her lips. As he did this, he casually teased her breasts, running circles around her areolas and gently tweaking her nipples. As he kissed her, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and drew hers into his own.

Kylie moaned in pleasure, but after ten minutes of kissing, she was no closer to her orgasm than when she'd begun. Just as she was about to fake an orgasm, Ethan parted her legs. She felt him trace her labia with some kind of cold phallic-shaped piece of plastic. She was about to complain as it settled on her pearl, but then she heard a switch click, and the thing began to vibrate.

Unable to contain herself, Kylie screamed in pleasure. She had never used a vibrator before, and it was like nothing that she had ever experienced before. She had no idea where Ethan had hidden the toy, but at that moment, she did not care. All of a sudden, she felt a strong urges as if she was in paradise. The unusual sensation of pleasure spread from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. It was like a drug, and she had become an addict at first taste. Her body twitched, and she cried out as she climaxed, not once, but over and over again.

Finally, when she could take it no more, she pushed his hands away and cried out, "No more! I will die if you don't stop!"

Once she caught her breath, Ethan looked at her in the manner of Little Jack Horner, the boy who, after getting caught eating the Christmas Pie, pulled out a plumb and said, "What a good boy am I!"

"Was that good for you?" Ethan wondered with a cheeky grin on his face. He wanted to hear her opinion.

As an answer, Kylie sighed and collapsed onto the bed. "I will take that as a yes," Ethan laughed. He had failed to bring her to climax through kissing alone, but he did not think that he would hear any complaining from her.

Ethan slowly got up and took stock of the aftereffects of their coupling. First of all, the room stank of blood, sweat, seminal ejaculate, and her wet fluids, so he opened the window to let in some air. The sheets were dirty. From the looks of them, once the stains set in, they would be garbage. More pressing, though, was the state of their own, undeniably dirty bodies. She can't imagine how they did such kind of abnormal lovemaking; however, they both find it pleasurable. Ethan was looking at her wife, so suddenly looked exhausted. He feels a little guilty taking her into a kind of intimate moment during her period.

"I am so tired now," Kylie sighed, completely oblivious to the mess. "I think that I am just going to lie here and take a nap." Her eyes began to close.

"Before we do anything, we should take a shower," Ethan said.