A/N: Some people asked for a second part of "A Special Morning", the birthday fic in which Shimon was surprised by finding Mayura and their daughter baking for him. At the end of the fic Mayura whispered into his ear that he was going to get his present from her later, leaving Shimon with wild imaginations. Read the first part in "A Flight Towards Our Future".

Some of you had joked that they would produce a second shimayu baby and I thought about something sweet and hot. Basically this is the first lemon I wrote for them where they don't have their first time and are experienced with each other, which made this fic so much smuttier than the others before this. XD So I am warning you, this a bit more detailed and kinda kinky if your not up for it don't read it.

A Special Afternoon

The sound of tripping rain had vanished a few hours ago. The warming and homey smell of freshly baked chocolate muffins had dispersed. The only thing left from his very special morning experience was the sight of Mayura, looking beautiful while she prepared some veggies for dinner and her promise. The promise that since she'd spoken it had left Shimon in a twist between having wild imaginations and trying to silence his mind.

Shimon had been very tensed for the rest of the day. He had been busy with thinking about what Mayura's present might be and trying not to dwell on it. It was not appropriate to think of your wife all day like that. Also they had a little girl to take care off which made matters worse. So he'd concentrated on that: Making his little girl, this tiny and cute angel happy.

After their sinfully sweet breakfast, consisting of the sweet muffins and orange juice, the three of them had settled down on the couch and had watched a children's movie. Cuddled together on the couch with both Mayura and Kari lying on him, he had watched for what might have been the hundreds of times "Spirited Away" because his daughter loved the movie. Yet he did not care as long as his small girl was happy. Like always Shimon had been amazed at this human being he and Mayura had created. He just loved to feel her breathing against his chest and had paid more attention to that than to the movie.

Yet, his mind jumped right back to Mayura's promise every time she had caressed his leg with her feet or had sighed softly. It probably wasn't sensually. Just a sweet gesture. Just a sigh of contentment. That had not stopped him from having ideas in his mind though. Sometimes - quite often since they lived together - he wondered about her influence on him. She was able to stirr him into a state he could hardly escape with nothing but a sentence, with a smile, with a wink and a noise. Love changed you. Love was warm but persuasive.

So when they had put Kari down for her midday slumber, Shimon had been excited and nervous at the same time. Would she give him his birthday present now?

The thought had made heat rise into his face and desire rush through his veins, he felt it pull at his abdomen. But instead of giving him anything, neither a present nor an idea what she was up to, she had walked into the kitchen and prepared dinner. He had offered to help her and when she'd refused to let him, he sat down on a stool at the counter and watched her make his favorite dish. So now he was sitting here, his hands buried within the pockets of his trousers, watching his wife sitting at the counter and trying desperately not to think about her in any dirty way and failing so hard.

How was it possible she was so sexy while she did something as profane as cooking a meal?

His wife was the most beautiful woman he knew - not that he had ever been attracted to any other woman. She had been the first girl he had taken notice of and was to be the last woman he would ever look at like this. She was pretty beyond words. But she was also poison to the eye, making him have the worst of ideas when she bent down to open the oven, sticking out her round bottom towards him, her well formed breasts coming into sight, standing up from her body like two balls of ice cream. Damn. He thought about taking her there and then, pushing her against the counter, lifting the black skirt above the dark silky stockings, shoving his hand beneath her yellowish shirt and her panties aside to bury himself in her and rock against her with hard and fast strokes until she moaned and shuddered against him.

God, he was the worst.

It wasn't like they had never done that. After they had grown more comfortable with each other bodies, learned how to please each other, knew what the other liked best, they had quite some passionate moments. The kitchen counter had not been the only thing that wasn't a bed, that they had suddenly found themselves ravish each other on. But since they had a child, they had been more careful. Had reduced these moments to a minimum and tried to keep their sex life within the closed door of their bedroom when their daughter was asleep.

Besides it had been Mayura who had initiated most of their hot encounters. And he wasn't sure if that was what she wanted right now. Usually she would look at him with desire in her eyes to make him fall for her harder and not have a care about what and where they were doing things. But right now she was humming, while stirring something in a pot. She seemed innocently as ever while her husband was trying to control his hormones and not have a tent while sitting a few steps away from her.

This was awful.

Just in that moment Mayura turned around with a soft smile lightening her face. In the split of a second her smile fell and she rose an eyebrow, reading him like a book.

Embarrassment rose heat to his cheeks. He could imagine how he must have ogled her like a pervert with uncovered lust.

He cleared his throat, ready to apologize for his behavior, when he saw a smirk grow on her face and a wicked glint come to her eyes.

Shimon's fingers clenched into his trousers as he felt lust rise within. He licked his dried lips.

"I fear you have to wait for dessert, Shimon-kun," she cued.

He almost groaned and covered it with a cough. "Ehm...," he swallowed, his voice sounded rough, colored with his arousal. He placed the palm of his hands on the cold kitchen counter. When he felt he could trust his own voice more, he asked, "How long until dinner?"

"Almost ready," she said with a wink and a sultry voice.

Now he knew, she was doing this on purpose.

He jumped from the stool and was ready to stride towards her and demonstrate to her, what she was doing to him thoroughly, when the clock on the oven bleeped.

"See?"

His face fell. This had to be a joke.

"Can you wake up Kairi while I set the table?"

Reluctantly he nodded and quickly walked out of the kitchen. Standing in the living room and taking deep breaths he tried to control his raging emotions. It was time to return to his role as a father. The hormone filled boy within him would have to wait until the evening it seemed. He did not know what he hated more. The knowledge that he was feeling that way after being together with Mayura for almost ten years was not helping to ease the shame he felt about his own behavior.

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They had just eaten and fed Kari who grinned at them in glee, when the door bell rang. Surprised and confused Shimon rose an eyebrow and looked at his wife who did not look surprised at all but rather in a rush now, "Oh, come on Kari. We'll quickly wash up and get you dressed."

"What for?" Shimon asked.

"For her play date," Mayura said as if he was supposed to know. "Can you open the door, Shimon?"

"Su-ure," Shimon said with a nod and walked to the door. Opening it he was surprised to find a familiar face rimmed by brown unruly hair grinning at him, show casting the pointed sharp teeth. It was Rokuro. He stood there in a dark beige trench coat, which could use a bit of ironing. It was half opened, giving a hint of the purple shirt beneath.

"Oi, Shimon. How are you doing?"

"Enmadou, what are you doing here?"

"Didn't Mayura tell you? The girls are having a play date," Rokuro blinked and then he rose his arm holding a gift box, "Happy Birthday by the way."

Shimon took the present and frowned about the news, mumbling, "Thanks." He did not know Mayura had arranged a play date for Kari on his birthday.

Before he could ask more questions, said energetic child brushed past him and hashed herself onto Rokuro's leg. "Uncle Rokuro!"

"Hi there Kari." Rokuro bowed down and ruffled her blonde hair with the red endings.

"Where is Mika and aunt Benio?"

"Where are Mika and aunt Benio," Shimon corrected immediately and with half mind. He was still trying to grasp what was happening in front of him.

"They are at home waiting for you," Rokuro answered Kari's question.

"Kari, you know you are not supposed to run outside," Mayura said from behind Shimon and pushed herself past him through the door frame.

"Sorry, mama." Kari said with a pout.

Mayura nodded at their daughter and held a bag towards Rokuro. "Hello Rokuro, I have put in an extra change of pajamas and clothes and a few extra dippers. I hope it is enough."

Shimon blinked his eyes in surprise. Kari was staying at Rokuro and Benio's?

"Oh, we have a lot of them at home. Don't worry," Rokuro replied with a pained smirk, sharing their worries and the hardships of a young parent.

"If something happens, call," Mayura said decisively.

"Of course," Rokuro held his hand's upwards and shied away with big eyes.

Shimon watched his wife sigh deeply and bend down to straighten the hood of their daughter's jacket, that had been flown into the air when Kari had attacked Rokuro. "Okay, Kari. Remember your mum and dad love you."

Kari nodded enthusiastically and Shimon felt out of place walking into a situation he was unprepared for.

"Give me a kiss?," Mayura cued at Kari.

A grin broke out on the chubby, angelic face and she walked towards Mayura to press a smacker onto her cheek.

Breaking out of his stupor, when his daughter looked at him and stretched her arms towards him, Shimon walked to her and scooted her up into his arms. He pressed his face into her hair and took a deep breath of the vanilla-bubblegum scent of her shampoo.

"Daddy, you're squeezing too hard," Kari exclaimed.

"Sorry," he saidn and pulled away to look at her round, cute face. His heart dropped at the idea of giving her away. Even if it was for just one night. She had slept somewhere else before but at least he had been prepared to say goodbye.

Planting her on the ground, he said, "Daddy is going to miss you."

And then he watched his daughter walk away holding Rokuro's hand.

Taking in a deep, calming breath, Shimon turned towards Mayura. She had already prepared the bag for their daughter and arranged the sleepover without telling him. Although he knew she meant no harm, the parting with his daughter was making him feel sour. "You planned this?"

"Yep," she said with a smile.

Guilt mixed in with the pool of sulking and heartache at seeing her smiling happily. "You could have told me," he murmured lowly.

"It was meant to be a surprise," Mayura said, her smile faltering.

Shimon sighed. "Sorry, I don't think I'll ever be ready to let our daughter leave."

He felt her warm fingers taking his hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. "Come inside. There is a present waiting for you." Her voice dropped to a low, sultry sound.

His body reacted faster than his mind. He had totally forgotten about that, when he was forced to say goodbye to his daughter all of a sudden but now the playful glint in Mayura's eyes and the warmth spreading to him, made him remember.

Letting her pull him inside, he followed and closed the door. She lead him into the living room and turned to him. "Wait here. I'll get it."

Confused Shimon blinked and watched her leave. Was she swaying her hips on purpose or was he imagining things? The fact that she needed to fetch the gift, proved him wrong, that it had to do with anything concerning sexual activities. Unless - Unless she bought some toy or clothes. Shaking his head Shimon tried to keep himself calm. Assuming things would not be helpful.

With a sigh he sat down onto the couch. He would simply wait for her and let himself be surprised. It was never a good idea to jump to conclusions without evidence. He noticed that he still held the present of Benio and Rokuro in his hands and figured that he could open it while he waited for Mayura to return. Carefully he pulled off the tape at the bottom and unfolded the wrapping until he held a book in his hands. The title read How to make your bonsai feel at home. A smile lifted on his face. This book he didn't have. He opened the lid and skipped through the index.

"What did you get?" Mayura walked into the room with a cheerful smile.

"A book about bonsai. It's one I did not have yet."

She chuckled slightly. It was everything he needed to understand how Rokuro and Benio knew it was one he hasn't read before. "You told them, didn't you?"

With a smirk Mayura nodded and it was then that he noticed that she had crossed her arms behind her back, hiding whatever was to be his birthday present.

Putting the book onto the couch table, Shimon waited for her next move. Unconsciously he put his hands into the pockets of his trousers, watching her cross the last few feet that were between them. A small tint of red painted her cheeks when she held a small box out for him. "Happy birthday, Shimon."

She was beautiful. It was almost as if she glowed. And his heart clenched and unclenched in his chest. Long forgotten was the torture of the day, the parting of his daughter and the happiness of the book across from him in the passing of a second.

"Thank you," he said with a smile. He took the box out of her hand. It was small, smaller than the book but also with one side longer than the other. It reminded him of those jewelry boxes for necklaces which he had brought home a few times himself to surprise her. Although he did not think Mayura would buy him jewelry. Also he noticed that it was not a gift box wrapped by Mayura herself but a one with a lid that one could easily lift.

Taking it off, Shimon was welcomed with the sight of a white plastic stick, long as a pencil. It took him one moment to realize what it was having seen such an item only once before. His eyes were glued to the blue "plus sign" that was almost inconspicuous on the artificially white object. His jaw dropped when he finally understood what this meant.

"Shimon?" Mayura insecurely murmured his name.

He swallowed and rose his gaze up to her. Her head was slightly tilted down and she was fidgeting. His mind was swimming, leaving his body that felt foreign for all of his limbs tingled.

"You are pregnant?," he breathed in disbelief.

She nodded. The insecurity was now filling her eyes.

Breathing - taking a very deep breath - Shimon put the information together as it was tearing his mind apart. They were having another baby. A second child. Not one surprise of the day had taken him so harshly as this one. But it was hard to understand because how did this happen anyway? "I-I thought we used protection."

"We did."

"Then how are you pregnant? Did you stop taking the pill?"

"Nothing is a hundred percentage protection," Mayura mumbled, dragging the words.

Shimon blinked. He had not known that. Yet, he held the evidence in his hand. A stick telling him Mayura was pregnant. Looking at the item, it slowly dawned to him that he and Mayura had again created life. It left him with wonder and awe like the first time she had told him.

Giddiness clouded his senses and he felt drunk on love. His fingers tingled with excitement.

"Aren't you happy?"

Jerking his head upwards so fast his neck began to hurt, Shimon looked at her. Tears were gathering her eyes and he was kicking himself inside for causing them. Quickly he jumped to his feet and pulled her tightly into his arms, pressing her to his chest. "I am happy! You have no idea how happy this makes me."

"You did not seem happy," he heard her muffled mumble.

"It's just that I had not expected this at all so it had totally taken me aback. I didn't even knew it was possible but that's great. We'll have another child, Mayura."

"Yeah, we will," she said in a bubbly and teary giggle and rose her arms to return the embrace.

Savoring each others warmth, they stood in their living room surrounded by his birthday presents and the most amazing thing being the child growing inside of Mayura.

With his heart feeling like it was flying he pulled away a bit to look at her face. Her eyes were filled with so much warmth and happiness it took his breath away.

"I love you, Mayura," he said slowly wanting her to understand the whole extent of his feelings even though these words were too shallow to portray everything.

She kissed him, pressing her lips fiercely onto his before breaking away with something caught between a sigh and sob. "I love you, too."

Like always these words rose a storm of emotions within and calming the weaves it caused with a peaceful and soothing feeling. It was like an addiction. One he would never want to let go.

Rising a hand to push a strain of hair behind her ear, he admitted, "I've been an idiot today. I had the stupidest ideas of what your present was going to be when you are giving me the best present in the world."

She giggled, "What have you been thinking?"

Shame and guilt made him stumble and look away. He sighed, wanting to be truthful to his wife, even if he had acted like a horny teenager. "I... had thought that you would do something... something that has to do with sex. I'm sorry for getting wrong ideas."

Her smile transformed into a smirk, "You didn't."

"Hn?" Now he was confused again. He blinked at her dumbfounded.

"You did not get the wrong idea."

"I didn't?"

"You didn't." And with that she kissed him again. Pulling his head down to her and pressing her body against his. He felt the softness of her breasts against his chest and her hips rocking against his when she licked his lips making every thought you out of the window.

Invading her mouth with his tongue he harshly pushed it against hers, getting a moan in return. She answered in kind and soon their mouths and tongues were in a heated battle, inflaming his arousal to a new height and sending heated lust like lave through his veins. He was already hard when lifted a leg of hers to sling it around his. Rocking his hips against hers, he tried to satisfy his need for her. It wasn't enough. His hand that had lifted her leg, grazed her thigh covered with stockings and traveled beneath her skirt. He wanted, he needed to feel her wet core. When he felt something like a strap, slightly bound, he stopped.

Breaking the kiss and easing off a little, he looked at her while fingering what was hidden beneath her skirt, a strap, going from her stocking upwards to her panties. He gasped when he recognized the garter belts.

Feeling too hot and too aroused he looked at her mouth agape. Her eyes had darkened with lust, her face was slightly flushed and she was breathing harshly, her lips were dark from their previous actions and he felt the urge to rip of her clothes and take her then and there.

He almost came in his trousers and was barely able to contain himself, when she breathed with a dark, soar voice, "You have to unwrap your other gift."

He pulled her against him, kissing her hard. While he had thought before he would love to have her as fast as he could getting their clothes out of the way enough to make room for him to plunge himself inside her and take her hard until they both were sated, he now was on the mission to uncover what was hiding beneath her shirt and skirt.

They broke their heated kiss for a second as he tore her shirt away. There was a little voice inside telling him to be more gentle but it was silenced by the fresh shower of lust for her when she moaned in reply and did the same with his shirt.

Noticing the silky material that was now pressed against his chest, he urgently searched for the zipper of the skirt. With trembling fingers he pulled it down and let the skirt drop to the floor.

Like a signal the thud made them stop kissing and break apart. She stepped out of her skirt and backwards, granting him the whole glory of her sight. The stocking, having been a simple detail before now highlighted the length and shape of her legs being held seductively by the garter belts that held them to a black and too damn sexy corset.

He wanted to say something but words defied him. Especially when she dropped to her knees and looked at him with big sultry eyes.

A chocking breath left him and his heart hammered in his chest as their eyes were glued to each other and she reached out to his length, grazing it softly through his trousers. He shuddered.

Her fingers softly caressed him through his pants and slowly rose to the rim. She pulled them down with one swift motion. His length now stroke out towards her, not far from her face. Shimon swallowed and his shaft twitched in anticipation, knowing what was going to happen. Her eyes had darkened even more. Shimon's eyes dropped when he noticed her mouth moving. She was licking her lips. God, help him.

As if she could not wait any longer she pulled his trousers down quickly and grabbed him with a hand. Her warm fingers enveloped his shaft and he moaned slightly, throwing back his head.

He groaned when he felt something hot and wet envelop him and taking him slowly inside a warm cavern. The urge to push his hips forwards was so strong he buried his teeth into his lower lip.

Tilting his head down again, he watched as Mayura took almost everything of him inside her mouth. Her lust filled eyes met his again and it was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. They had done this before but never had it been as kinky as this.

Knowing how he liked it, Mayura bobbled her head back and forth taking him in and outside of her mouth in a low rhythm. The pleasure made him shut his eyes.

Sweat was breaking out on his hairline and temples as he concentrated on not coming while she pleased him. Never had he been this aroused and he wanted to show her. He wanted her to feel how aroused he was. Wanted to plunge his arousal into her until she was just as aroused as him.

Speeding up her soft ministration a bit, she took him by surprise when she stopped. He looked down at her. Still kneeling on the ground Mayura looked at him and held his hard length in one hand to the level of her lips. Then she wrapped them around it again but instead of taking all of him inside the warmth of her mouth sucked on the tip. Pleasure rushed through him. He groaned loudly and pushed his hips forward. His balls tightened and he bit onto his lip harshly. Holding his orgasm back, he backed away from her mouth.

His chest heaved strongly as he was trying to control himself. Calming himself felt almost impossible as he so close to an orgasm all his instincts screamed at him to have the final stroke to get release. It almost hurt not to obey but he knew he would not need much to fall over the cliff right now.

When he calmed down a bit and fought down the urge to come, he looked at her again. Mayura was still kneeling on the ground in her sexy outfit, her hands folded and rested on her lap, patiently waiting for him.

The situation was too comical. It must have been a funny sight, how he stood in their living room, all sweaty and naked except for the feet that stuck in a pile of his boxers and pants, trying with all his willpower to hold back the orgasm.

Yet, Mayura's eyes did not shine with the light of amusement coloring her eyes into a light blue but were tainted with the dark and deep storm of desire. Love clenched his heart tightly. She was his. This beautiful woman belonged to him and wanted him as much as he wanted her. A great wife and the best mother who had filled his life and heart with more love he was able to fathom, was waiting for him calming down while she needed him as much as he needed her. And he would give her everything, would spend all the time he had to make her happy cause she was pregnant with his child, would give him a second child. A present he could never return.

So now he found himself caught in a fit of lust and love, standing in front of Mayura who made those two things seem to be the same.

When his breath returned to him, he found enough courage to talk again. "I almost came. I am sorry."

She rose an eyebrow and now she smiled at him. "That was the plan."

He chuckled slightly. "Your plan. My plan is to show you what you are doing to me."

"Then show me," she countered with a smile.

Shimon did not need to be told twice as he stepped out of his pants and grabbed for one of her hands to pull her unceremoniously to her feet and covered her accompanying yelp with a kiss.

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Shimon scooted her up in his arms arousing her with his urgent actions even more than she'd already been. She let him carry her through the living room. Giving him the control over her body and lust. She already had the reins before and was giving them to him now. But boy, that had been one very arousing experience watching him being on the brink of orgasm and fighting to restrain himself. Early in their sex life she'd learned that she loved to see how much he wanted her, loved to see him loose his composure because of her but this had been the most arousing thing. Her arousal had been so high she had to fold her hands to keep herself from satisfying the urge for friction between her legs. And although she knew that he liked to watch her pleasuring herself, this time she wanted his arousal to be a result of her teasing today. So far it had been working very well.

Though it had been a strain on herself, too. Knowing all day what will happen, wearing something kinky beneath her usual clothes and wondering how he will react had aroused her more times than she could count. It was almost shameful considering that she had tried to play the role of a mother and wife while her panties were wet because she had had a day dream of Shimon taking her against the kitchen counter. But that was not only her fault. How was she supposed to keep herself from thinking about him in this way when he was not only ridiculous handsome but looking at her with so much desire she felt not only cherished and loved but like the sexiest person alive?

He made her feel desired and that was why her nipples were hard and her panties soaking wet, while he had barely touched her until now.

She felt something cold come into contact with her backside and felt fuzzy with anticipation as she recognized the dinner table he had placed her onto. Lust rushed through her veins and pooled into her nether region when he dropped to his knees. Did he want to repay her by eating her out here on the dinner table?

Sitting on the edge she watched him kneel on the floor in front of her. Her heart beat accelerated. She could not take the teasing anticipation of what was to come. His hands grazed her legs and she watched his eyes taking the same road towards her core and then upwards, over her body up to her face. Their eyes met and she lost her breath at seeing not only the cloud of lust in his eyes but love breaking through it. His fingers continued to caress her legs softly and she felt worshiped.

He then began to drop kisses above her stockings. Little pecks with more meaning than the sensation they allowed through the clothing. She reached out for him running a hand through his gorgeous, red hair. While her body screamed to get some relief for the sexual tension, she did not want him to deny it, if he wanted to take it slow.

Slowly his mouth worked its way upwards her right leg, sucking onto the uncovered piece of skin between her stockings and her corset. She sighed and leaned back, stemming her weight with her arms on the table.

He licked and bit the skin there and she was sure it was going to show but down there it was only possible for him to see it so she did not mind an hickey. His right hand traveled up again, this time it seemed to have a destination and when it grazed her heated womanhood she sighed.

Shimon stopped his kisses and groaned, "You are so wet."

As if he had forgotten about his soft love making he pushed her panties aside and buried his fingers in her wetness. She choked on a moan because of the sudden but very welcomed intrusion. God, he was making her loose her mind.

With quivering legs she lay back onto the table and let him pleasure her. His thumb grazed her nether lips sliding through them to find the nub that was her most sensitive spot while he pushed his fingers in and out of her. After all this time Shimon knew how to make her rise and fall in a matter of minutes and he was doing so now when he exchanged his thumb for his lips. Nibbling and sucking at her soft and sensitive flesh. The orgasm came suddenly and with a force that made her upper body heave off the table and her hands grab for something to hold onto. Yet Shimon did not stop. He groaned into her, making her feel the vibrations of his voice, rising her arousal even more and she was surprised how she was not sated at all by this heavy orgasm but was longing for him even more. He softly licked her, prolonging the pleasure of flying and falling that had taken her in its clasp.

Mayura wanted to tell him, that she needed him to be inside, needed to ride his thick and long shaft that was always making her feel so good, that she needed him to take her hard on the table. But she wasn't capable of speaking as she shook and moaned, throwing her head from one side to another. Bolts of pleasure thundered through her, almost painfully but she did not move away from his tongue rubbing against her flesh and succumbed to the feelings he was giving her. Sweat poured down her legs and slicked her whole body.

Shimon plunged his fingers into her core and set of another orgasm rising in her abdomen by pumping them in and out of her while she still had to ride out the first one. Dear god, he was so good at this. So good. And he was doing it all for her. He was hers only.

The idea softened the sharp edges of her pleasure and soon she felt herself reaching another peak. She was swept away as she clenched around her fingers again. From behind the veil of pleasure that was clouding her body and mind she heard him groan. Blinking her eyes open, she saw him hover above her.

Looking at her with unprotected desire, Shimon grabbed her hips and pulled her towards the edge of the table until her wet and hot core was aligned to his hard shaft. She buried her teeth into her lips at the sight. He was so god damn sexy, looking like an animal, his muscles tensed due to the erection, ready to fuck her senselessly. And that was what she needed. She needed him to forget everything and just show her how much he wanted her without anything holding him back.

Instead of finally penetrating her, he teased them both by grazing the head of his solid length against her wetness and groped one of her breasts through the corset she was still wearing. She moaned. She needed him inside. Deep inside of her. The need felt like a necessity like breathing and she felt like dying it he did not give it to her now soon. Her fingers clenched around the edge of the table again and she choked out, "Please, Shimon, inside."

With one quick push he forced his way into her, making her gasp at the feeling. Nothing felt better than having him inside. Sometimes she wondered, if he was made for her. If they needed to come together like this to stay alive. Her thoughts very quickly dissolved when he retrieved himself only to rock back into her in a rough stroke. The feeling was magical but she needed more, so much more. She rocked her hips slightly but her position on the table was unfortunate, neither could she touch him nor could she help him to deepen the thrusts. All she could do was to lead him by pressing the heels of her feet against his buttocks. He continued his hard strides and quickened the pace. Right now he was giving her everything she needed. She did not want him to make gentle love to her right now. No, she needed them to have wild and rough sex, to sate their lust for each other. They could make love afterwards.

Giving him the control, she let herself be taken by him, filled up with his length stretching against her walls and sending harsh bolts of pleasure through her core and up her spine. He ravished her and groaned before he stopped all of a sudden and retrieved completely. In a rough voice he grunted, "From behind." Staring at her, mouth agape, eyes clouded, he took her by the arm and dragged her upper body towards him and planted a wet kiss on her lips, before taking her up in his arms again and going down to the floor with her.

Quickly she turned on her knees, sticking her backside towards him. In her lust filled mind she ignored the feeling of the hard wooden planks of the ground, begging inwardly for him to be inside her again. She was not able to formulate words though and just moaned at him to quickly position him behind her. He grabbed her bottom and pushed her against him. His length slipped easily into her wetness, filling her more deeply than before. They both groaned at the feeling and started to rock against each other. She needed this. She needed Shimon.

In an animistic and fast rhythm they took each other. Clashing their hips in severe and urgent thrusts against each other. She was reduced to a gasping and moaning bubble of need with a few strokes of his hot length against the sensitive side of her walls. She never wanted them to stop. Wanted him to fuck her like this to the end of eternity. The sound of their heavy copulating pierced through the room with every slap of skin on skin. It was grotesque as it was arousing, the height of their lust being translated into an impudent sound. And she did not care, if the world would end right now, just as long as he rammed his length into her. The feeling of his shaft penetrating and leaving her was divine and oh god –

Something exploded in her head and clouded her senses, when she all of the sudden was thrown over the threshold to her third orgasm. Her head fell forward and she moaned, submitting to the sharp pleasure stabbing into her and spreading floods of gold and light through her trembling body. Erratically she rocked her hips against Shimon's with a prolonged moan and she felt him grab her hips and plunge into her harshly, until he came with a grunt and a hard last push. Her peak took her with another wave of pleasure ripping through her body when she heard him moan, "God, Mayura." She sobbed at the feeling while he emptied all of him inside of her.

They stayed like that for a moment until he pulled out, making her whimper at the loss. Her body trembled. Everything around her felt dull, like a layer of mist surrounded her, silencing every sound and blurring her sight. She was nothing but a bundle of nerves right now.

Beside her Shimon lay down on the ground and she collapsed next to him. Her limbs still quivered from the assault of pleasure ripping through them and she tried to catch her breathing and regain her sight. Thinking about it, they might have overdone it this time but she wouldn't say she wasn't happy about this. Cuddling closer to him, she savored the heat he was transmitting, the feeling of his thundering heartbeat and harsh breathing. At least he was as shaken as she was. He was never one to get vocal during anything so having him moan her name was enough prove that he had enjoyed it as much as she did.

Draping his arm over her, Shimon did not move any other muscle and she planted a hand over the arm, wanting to have as much contact with him as possible.

Unable to say how long it took them to regain their senses, Mayura slowly felt the cold from the floor creeping up to her limbs that she finally felt again. The sun was warm though shining on them through the window from behind the table after having lowered almost to the horizon. She had not realized before that it was getting so late.

After a while she turned her head towards him. She was happy and satisfied. With a smile she chirped, "We haven't done something like that for a long time."

She would not exchange being a mother for anything and she was utterly filled with bliss about the prospect of bearing another child. Nevertheless she had missed these moments with Shimon, in which they did not have to think about the volume of their lovemaking or that they should close the door. Moments in which they could act on instinct without caring about anything else but each other. Once in a while it was good to know that he still desired her as much as she desired him.

Behind her she heard him sigh. He planted a kiss onto her shoulder. "My knees hurt," he complained.

"Totally worth it." She grinned feeling at peace with herself, with everything.

"Agreed," he replied and continued to scatter kisses onto her shoulder plate and the valley between her shoulder and neck. It was simple as it was tenderly, making her heart stutter and her breathe caught in her throat. Tears started to fill the corners of her eyes. While a few moments ago she had wished nothing more than to screw with each other harshly, she thought now about making love to him; slowly and with relish. Fortunately they had a lot of time to spend the rest of the day and likely a great deal of the night in bed for Kari wouldn't be dropped off before noon tomorrow. Plenty of time to have one of their longer love sessions they have had early in their marriage after they had a long list of experience with each other as well as the time and space to do something like this. Mayura just needed to calculate a bit of sleep and enough time to clean the mess they have left in the living room and on the dinner table. And they needed to clean themselves at some point. Though they could shower together. It had been a long time she had seen him wet, water running over the muscles of his chest, down his abdomen and his hair plastered to his face - Oh my, she was getting aroused again.

With this new plan on her mind, Mayura asked, "How about dessert now?"

"Mhmm," Shimon continued to kiss her shoulder but his kisses changed into small nibbles as he sucked on her skin slightly. "This wasn't the dessert?"

"I have whipped cream and strawberries," she answered.

He stopped kissing her and looked rather shocked. "Something tells me, you plan to kill me."

"No, but I want to make use of the time I've bought us. Kari will be dropped off at noon tomorrow. We can take it slow, if you think it's too much for you," she raised a playfull eyebrow at him, challenging him, knowing he could not say "no" to that anymore.

And she was correct. As if he'd received an order for a mission his face looked serious and confident. The line of his mouth straightened, his sky blue ice looked like steel. "Let's do this."

She giggled as he jumped to his feet and helped her rise on wobbly legs. She was excited for a second round.

And it was later in the wee morning hours after a quick shared midnight shower, when they both fell exhausted into bed, cuddling together naked that he claimed, "Best birthday ever."

With a smile she ran a hand through his soft hair. She loved his hair.

"Do I get this every year now?"

She chuckled and tilted her head to look at him. "Someday Kari will ask questions about it, if we keep sending her away every time on your birthday and secondly I don't hope you will get me pregnant every year in time for your birthday."

He smiled at the joke and then asked, "How many children are too many for you?"

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A/N: That's it! No, I won't apologize for it, cause I wanted them to live out one of the perks of a long term relationship, knowing each other in and out and having sexual experience. Also they are both very attractive, it would be a shame if they wouldn't have hot sex in their future. XD