(I feel like doing a lemon, the third and last chapter of my story got it into my head....Hope you all like)

"Now that that's over..." My dear husband, Kurt Wagner, smiled mischeviously from the doorway and hinted he wanted to have a little fun. I was standing near the bed, and beckoned him with a come-hither finger. He growled as he stalked forward like a male cougar going to tackle his mate. That's exactly what he did, too. Kurt bamfted in front of me, tackling me onto our bed. I love thinking that: our bed, our house, our love. His lips attacked my neck as his hands reached behind my strapless black dress to the zipper. I moaned, grasping his black curls with one hand and removing his jacket and tie with the other. My dress came off, revealing my undergarments. A black strapless bra that could barely hold up my chest anymore with the dress gone and wettening black underwear. I reached up to unbutton his shirt, but Kurt's crafty tail wrapped around my wrists and I had to watch, tortured, as Kurt slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took off his tie. His chest and, most likely, back were covered in the markings of sins. Each marking was for one sin. I struggled against my light bond and finally broke free to touch him. I gently ran my hand over his chest, tracing markings every now and then, until I got to his dress-pants. His breathing hitched, and I noticed the bulge in his pants.

"Let me help you, darling." I cooed. He groaned in pleasure from my seducive tone, nodding for me to go ahead. I went quick to release his growing urge. His pants nearly flew across the room, now we were almost even with each other. Almost is the key word. He noticed his chest was showing, but mine wasn't. He decided to fix that. Kurt's tail again pinned my wrists together gently, but enough so I couldn't cover my chest when he unclasped my bra. I gasped and turned my head, afraid he'll stare too long and think the wrong thing. Then, like a cub to his mother's milk, Kurt's lips captured my left breast and he suckled. I moaned loudly and he released my wrists, knowing I probably would, and I did, grab his hair. I wreathed my fingers in his black silky, sweat-ladden curls as he switched to the other and gave it the same loving treatment. I watched Kurt's head go lower, his lips kissing every exposed flesh on my stomach. I got where he was going and what he was going to do, so I rolled us over. Kurt groaned and ground his hips into mine. "I'm first with that."

"I love a girl vho takes control." Kurt smirked. I smirked back, moving myself against him. His eyes widened in surprise and I felt him grow hard beneath me. He started moaning things in German and I stopped. He whimpered, his hands shaking and grasping my hips hard enough to almost bruise them. I started down his neck, licking his markings and going down. I closed my eyes, tore off his boxers, and took him in my hand before looking. His little friend was large, at least five inches, which is the usual length for a male's sex organ (Now I really hate paying attention during sex ed). I didn't want to do what my other friends thought was a good thing. I didn't want to give him a blow job because there is the possibility that he didn't wash this earlier and there could be dirty stuff. With him released, Kurt rolled us back so he was on top. My underwear was gone and Kurt's finger played with my clit. I arched into his body, wrapping my arms around him, and pulling him closer. Soon enough, I was shaking and moaning his name with German words.

"Kurt, bitte, take me." I gasped. He nodded, holding me closer than before, and slowly slid inside. I cried out and felt warm blood wash my legs and leak out onto the bed. My virginity was gone, he took it. And I'm glad he did. He slowly made love to me, then later on it sped up so we could meet our climaxes together. It was mind blowing.

"Ich leibe du, mein leibe."

"Ja, ditto." With that, we drifted to sleep in each others arms.