Ever since we got married two months ago, Scott and I have done the deed quite frequently, like rabbits. We have done every position one can conceive: doggy style, missionary, spooning, me on top, lotus, et cetera. I dress provocatively in the house, sometimes I’ll let him look down my top so that he gets hard. We tease each other throughout the day in a sort of cocktease. Eventually, both of are so horny that we do it in whatever room we’re in.

Just last week, Scott was lying in bed reading when I walk in wearing a black lacy bra and panty set with a dusty rose colored short silk robe.

“Hey, lover boy,” I say, sauntering sexily to the bed.

“Oh my god, Mara, you look so sexy in that getup,” Scott says a bit slowly, looking me over. I can tell he’s hard by the bulge under the sheets. I crawl on the bed towards him as he puts his book on the nightstand. I kiss him forcefully and roughly as I pull back the covers.

“I want it rough tonight,” I say, straddling his lap. Within seconds, Scott unties my robe, pulls it off, and pops my bra off. His lips descend on my breasts, kissing them all over. His tongue marks rough trails on my skin as he pinches my nipples, which harden instantly. I sigh and hope that he will take it up a notch.

“Harder, Scott, mmh,” I squeak out as he squeezes my nipples.