Madeline had been in a deep sleep, comfortable and content, when something began to wake her up. Stretching languidly, she simply laid there allowing herself to slowly come back to reality, and as the haze of sleep began to lift, she could feel something between her legs, and was suddenly greeted to an intense pleasure. Her eyes quickly opened, and looking down she gasped when she found herself looking at the head of her husband, her thighs wrapped up in his arms as his tongue lazily lapped at and swirled around her clit.

"Joseph," she whimpered, her hands clutching at the sheets and her hips moving against him.

Looking up at her, he pulled away just long enough to murmur, "So sweet."

Falling back against the pillows, Madeline moaned and tightened her thighs around his head, desperately needing the release he was offering her. As if he were able to read her mind, Judge Turpin increased the speed of his tongue's motions, and inserted two fingers into her tight passage, pulling from her another loud moan. He fucked her with quick motions from both his tongue and fingers, and it was not long before she was crying out her climax.

Before Madeline was even able to come down from her sexual high, Judge Turpin was over her, buried to the hilt within her and moving hard and fast. At that moment, all he could focus on was his own orgasm. Looking up at her husband, she studied every detail of him – the way his face scrunched in pleasure, how his mouth was slack and unable to form words at that moment, and the nearly inaudible whimpers escaping from deep within him as he grew close as well. She noted to herself how beautiful he looked in the moment of passion, and clung to his hips as he rode her hard.

"Come for me...Joseph, please..." she pleaded, feeling another orgasm quickly building up within herself as well.

"Madeline...ohhh, Madeline...I...I'm coming! I'm coming!" he cried out, and tossed his head back as he rode out his pleasure. Seeing and feeling his release was too much, and letting out tiny moans Madeline reached yet another orgasm that night.

Looking down at her, Judge Turpin gave a crooked smile and leaned down to kiss her deeply before rolling back over to his side of the bed. "What on Earth brought that on?" she asked, still slightly out of breath from the events which had just happened.

Looking over at her, he simply shrugged. "I could not sleep, and you were looking quite tempting," he purred, and motioned for her to come closer so he could hold her. "Do not tell me you did not enjoy what I just did to you," he murmured in her ear, chuckling when she ducked her head into him.

"Of course I did...you are far too good at it, Joseph," she commented quietly, and even in the firelight he could see how deeply she had blushed.

"Is that so?" he asked in a quizzical voice, and she nodded. "Please tell me, darling, what makes you say I am apparently 'so good at it'."

Still blushing, Madeline thought for a moment, before replying, "You are always so passionate. It is as if each time you are out to make it the best sex we have ever had." She covered her mouth for a moment, surprised at her blunt comment. She then added, "I also appreciate that you care about my needs as well. You always manage to give me pleasure along with yourself."

He simply smiled at her, and softly brushed her hair out of her face before kissing her tenderly. "Get some sleep, love. It's still early," he whispered.

"What time is it?" she asked, realizing she was still quite tired.

Judge Turpin looked at the clock on the wall, and replied, "About three in the morning."

Madeline groaned at this. "Go to sleep, Joseph," she grumbled, throwing an arm over her eyes.

Chuckling, he pulled her to him to where her back was cradled against his stomach. Wrapping a strong arm around her protectively, he pressed a soft kiss to her neck and inhaled the sweet smell of her hair, finally finding slumber along with her.

AN: This is taking place the same night as the previous chapter. Thank you so much for continuing to read, and give feedback! xo