Cpt. John Price

"Ssshhh, you'll wake the boys John..." You whispered softly, a gentle warning, letting a proud hum fall from your lips as an amused grin formed. Your knee slid up, grazing against your husband's thigh as you parted his legs, you began letting your knee rub gentle circles into his groin watching as he readjusted himself, holding back a groan

"Their grown men, they can handle being woken up, before their alarm." Price mutterered out, referring to the main men of the 141, watching as your fingers crept out of sight before you interlocked them, securing them on his neck. The tips of your fingers brushed against the neatly trimmed hair you found there, you couldn't hold back as you played with it fondly.

"I love you, darlin." Price admitted with a smile, watching your expression as your fingers combed through his neatly cut hair. Your knee gently rubbing against your husband's clothed cock as he tried to suppress any noises of pleasure that threatened to slip out.

"I love you more." You whisper each word separately in-between peppering kisses on John's face. Finishing the last word off, you lean in closer to kiss his lips, letting yourself linger for a few seconds longer than usual before pulling away. You don't move far away from his face, only enough to look down at him.

"I always forget, how soft your lips are..." Price admits, glancing up into your eyes, admiring your features.

"Ah, don't tell me you need a reminder already?" You say with a teasing grin, rolling your eyes in response as you go to roll onto your side of the bed, instead of staying inbetween your husband's parted legs.

"I'm afraid so, love. You think you can give me a reminder of how the rest of your pretty body feels aswell, my love?" Price teased, bring a hand, that was resting on your waist, underneath your shirt shirt, his calloused hand a nice opposite to the soft skin of your stomach.