A several hours later...

Jude's POV

The wedding ceremony passed incredibly! It was filled with felicity, laughs, childish joys, smiles. Additionally, me, my husband Timothy, Kit, Grace including their lovely children, Charlotte Rose, Ramona Grace, my boss Jonathan and Mother Claudia were photographed by a professional photographer, giving to each person the wedding photo with the bridegrooms and their prominent guests. We looked so good on the photo, to be honest. Our photo could glisten like a blinking star in the nocturnal sky with its our smiles, shining eyes, fancy outfit, euphoric mood that dominates in each person especially the just married couple, leaving plenty and diversity of remarkable and rejoicing memories.

After the wedding ceremony ended in the early evening, we returned back at home immediately, unlocking our house's entrance door, letting ourselves to enter. Likewise we were slightly drunk especially I since one of my pure weaknesses since my youth is the alcohol actually though it is not definitely easy to struggle the addictions before they have finished your life. Thanks to Timothy's accompany, we returned back at home by being safe and unharmed. But one of the things that was torturing us is that we hadn't a sex since 2 days before bed. 

Anyway we kicked off our shoes, heading upstairs together as he helped me to not hinder and hit myself in the pettiest object which could harm me brutally even leaving a scar after the happened. Afterward he opened the bedroom's door widely as he let both of us to enter inside our sanctuary, pushing me onto the king-sized bed where I was expecting him whilst giggling, meantime he closed promised me to be right back in the next few minutes by locking the entrance door. I just nod my head in agreement, lying onto my back like a resurrected soul, watching the wall where is hanged the clock. The recent time is 9:20PM. 

In the next 30 seconds, I heard Timothy's moderately loud steps going upstairs, heading directly to the bedroom, entering inside our sanctum as he closed the door behind himself, watching me with his stunning and dizzy chocolate eyes, filled with delirious lust, desire and tremendous impatience. I posed in a sexy way for my husband as I straddled one of my legs, my both hands backwards supporting my body, developing a balance as I goggled my eyes which were filled with the same feelings that he currently has. Especially for his rare bird!

He joined me upon the bed as we started stripping each other's clothes, our hands too busy unbuttoning and taking off each garment with little efforts as our smiles grew into something more. Smirks! Afterwards, we remained in our lingeries only by wearing nothing else. 

Timothy gripped me by the waist immediately as it was his ultimate chance to prove his domination as he was the top unlike me as a bottom. Our lips crashed as our kisses were initially sweet and sensual, hence, growing more aggressive and unforgettable ones during all this time my both hands were wrapped around his bare neck, my fingers dimly tickling his skin, beginning to moan as he bit my bottom lip in truculent way. Our tongues started dancing, therefore forming a French kiss. Subsequently, his soft, perfectly shaped lips from my lips to my neck, sliding them slowly and delicately as he started kissing my neck, nibbling the skin, rendering me to groan even louder, arching my head in pleasure, having the opportunity to glide slowly and sensually my lace panties, therefore possessing the genuine opportunity to unclasp my bra, one of his hands cupping my left breast, kneading it, feeling how his palm was warming my erected nipple, the real reason why I gasped out loud. As my both hands traveled all over his naked chest, leaving scratched marks of my manicured nails like a beast. I couldn't help but feeling quite horny and I presuppose the same for my fabulous husband.

-Lie on your stomach!- He ordered me as I obediantly followed his order, thus lying on my belly, absolutely naked.

-Good girl!- He stroked my ruined hairstyle as he released my curly hair from the silver ribbon, leaving it at his side's night table, consequently concetrating on me as I shaked my head off, my hair covering my naked back including my shoulders as I pierced my eyes into his with passion and eagerness as I turned my face to look at him. All of a sudden his chocolate eyes were basically focused on me. His voice was dominating frisky timber, of course. 

I chuckled once when he uttered with seductive voice "Oh Judy! You are so sexy like that." as he divided my long curly hair on two parts, seperating them from my body by being scattered elsewhere. He started to massage my back from my upper back as he rubbed with his fine fingers and warm palms in the same time my smooth skin, sending shivers down my spine while I was motionless. Accordingly, Timothy moved his hands from my upper back to my lower one as he glided them in delicate way. During this moment, I was humming to myself and to the unique sensation, enjoying the massage as well with my shutted eyes, sensing my saint regenation, my heart beats were slowed. 

-Your massages are awesome, sweetheart! I love them so much!- I complimented Timothy's kneading skills as he looked at my face with a smirk, meanwhile his massages became rougher.

-Thank you so much, rare bird! I am really rejoiced to hear that you do enjoy and love my massages.- He thanked me cordially as he kept on with the process, his hands feeling every inch of my bare back.

-You are welcome! *exhaling and inhaling in the same time as I felt the stronger rub from my spine* Your...massages...are...becoming...more...cruding...lately...especially...*taking a deep breath with a fevered voice*...now, h-honey!

-They aren't just crude, rara avis! You have caught cold, besides your back is stiffed. I know from where comes that.- He stated with concerned voice tone, sensing how my back's skin was detached in transmission meaning. 

-The cold nights as an inmate in Briarcliff. -I grumbled.

-Exactly, rare bird! You have guessed right. This is from where it comes.

Around a couple of minutes later, we collapsed on the bed exhausted, our bodies sweating, being too slothful to take a shower and do another activities with exception of kisses, cuddles and sleeping. 

Nevertheless Timothy creeped to me as we kissed each other once again as I rested my head on his muscular, hairy chest, one of my hands touching his abs whilst my another hand pulled towards us a silk blanket to cover our naked bodies as his arms were wrapped around my slim waist, falling asleep like wounded ducks. 

To be continued...