“Bite my nipples,” June whispered. “I like it when you do that.”

            Joseph nipped at her enough to make her grimace. He was up on wide-set knees, fucking her slowly and very deeply. She liked that, too. She wrapped her splendid legs around his waist and crossed her ankles over his back.

            “I’m always afraid I’ll bite too hard,” he said slowly.

            June snorted. “I nursed all three of your children, Joe Baker. You think they didn’t chew me to a frazzle while they were cutting teeth?”

            Joe moved upward to kiss her warm mouth and she sighed with pleasure.

            “I hadn’t thought of that,” he said.  “Did you like being baby bit?”

            “Sometimes.” She had never admitted it to anyone, but there had been times when she held a baby to her breast with one hand and masturbated with the other. “I can’t believe I told you that,” she said, blushing furiously.

            “Why? I think it’s sweet.”

            “It’s embarrassing.”

            “Nonsense,” he said, and chuckled.

            “Really?” She blinked and smiled tentatively.

            Joe ducked his head and bit her nipple, harder this time. She hummed with pleasure and smiled.

            “That’s nice.”

            “Do you want to masturbate? Like old times?”

            “That’s silly, honey. I’ve got you inside me. I don’t need to, um...”

            “Masturbate? Come on, you can say it.”

            June made a sound that might almost be interpreted as a giggle. “You’re making me blush again, damn it.”

            He kissed her again, and raised his body onto his elbows. “We’ll do both,” he said, perfectly serious. “I’ll stay inside you and you reach down between us and masturbate. I’ll chew your nipples for you, and you can pretend I’m cutting teeth.”

            June tried to laugh him out of it, but he just grinned down at her. “Oh, all right,” she said after a minute. “You are the most exasperating man, Joe Baker. This won’t work. I’ll do it, but it won’t be any good.”

            “That’s my girl,” Joe said happily.

            June slipped her arms between them and moved her fingertips down over her stomach and into her pubic hair. She loved the feel of his cock, thick and stiff, sliding in and out of her body. She put her hands around it, feeling the movement, and Joe lowered his head to suckle her left breast. That felt good, too.

            He used his teeth. Not hard enough, she thought, but at least he was trying. She stroked her hair with the flat of one hand, and reached down between them, probing for her clitoris. The hard little nub rolled under her fingertips and her breath caught in her throat. It felt strange to be touching herself while they made love.

            “I want to bite you harder,” he said.

            “Please,” June sighed. “Please.”

            He raised his head to kiss her again. “I mean, really hard,” he said softly. “So it hurts you. That’s why I’m so nervous about it. I’m afraid of what I’ll do.”

            June looked up at him with her calm brown eyes. She licked her lips and swallowed, and a little pre-orgasmic pulse jerked her hips in a sharp spasm. My god, she thought. This is really turning me on. She swallowed again, stroking herself as he’d asked. It made her nervous to talk about things like this. Secret things. They normally talked around it, coming at things obliquely and never really saying quite what they were thinking.

            “This is so different,” she said. “I think I’m going to cry.”

            “I was afraid you’d be mad at me,” he said.

            “I’m not,” she replied immediately. “I want us to talk, Joe. To be open and honest with each other.”

            She took a deep, shaky breath and let it out. Joe kissed her throat, and then raised his head again to look at her face. She looked back, feeling more warmth for him than she had in a long time.

            “What now?” he asked.

            “I want to have an orgasm and shout the house down,” she said. “I’m going to need some help with that.”

            “What kind of help?” he asked, smiling again.

            “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe if you’d bite my nipples for me?”

            He laughed aloud at that. “I think this conversation is going in circles.”

            June smiled. “Go on,” she said. “Do your worst.”

            Joe lowered his head again. She sighed when he took her nipple back into his mouth, and then grunted when he bit her. “I told you,” he said.

            “Is that the best you can do? Hell, Joe, the kids bit harder than that.”

            Joe Baker took a deep breath and buried his face in her breasts. He squeezed them in his hands, digging his fingers in hard, and when he bit her again, he bit hard. She jerked in surprise. He clamped the pink nipple between his front teeth and yanked back and forth, tearing at it, and June whimpered. His hips jerked harder, pounding against her, and she writhed under the assault. Tears spilled from her eyes, trickling into her hair, and she cried out from the pain he was giving her, and from the rising pressure of her orgasm.

            When it came, she let herself scream, and it was such a primal, visceral release that she lost control of herself for the first time in her life. Joe held her, and when she kissed him again, she tasted the coppery richness of her own blood on his lips. He had bitten her hard enough to break the skin. Just knowing that aroused her wildly. She heaved upward, meeting his desperate thrust, and when he began to spurt into her, she came again, right along with him.

            “That was the best fuck you ever gave me,” she said when she had caught her breath. “I’ve never felt like that before. Never.”

            Joseph kissed her throat. “Let’s try some more of this honesty stuff. What do you think?”

            “Yes, lets,” June said, and smiled up at the ceiling.