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As the hotel room swung open, House and Cuddy tumbled inside, their lips locked in a deep heated kiss. House barely managed to shove the door shut before his hands found her lace-clad waist, pulling her flush against him.
“I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day.” He muttered against her lips. His voice was rough with want.
“Oh, I know.” Cuddy laughed seductively as she nipped at his bottom lip.
“Honestly, this was the main reason I wanted to get married.” He added, grinning as he began to kiss down her neck.
“Not the lifetime commitment?”
“The lifetime commitment to seeing you naked? Sure.”
She let out a breathy laugh as she enjoyed the feeling of House’s mouth trailing across her shoulders. As his hands moved to the buttons at the back off her dress, she pulled back.
“Not yet.” she whispered.
“Come on. I’ve been waiting to have this big ass of yours in my hands since the second I saw you.” House groaned, gliding his hands down her back to squeeze her backside.
She grinned before slipping out of his grip. “I have a surprise for you.”
His eyes darkened. “What kind of surprise?”
“You’ll have to wait 5 minutes.” she smirked, kissing him passionately once more before slipping off into the bathroom with a smirk. “Make sure you’re undressed when I’m back.” She called out before shutting the door.
He let out a whine of frustration, running a hand down his face as he stared at the closed bathroom door. The light shining through from underneath was the only thing illuminating the room slightly. He discarded his bowtie along with his shirt and jacket somewhere along the floor and it didn’t take long for his pants to join the pile. Then, left in nothing but his boxers, he sat back against the plush pillows adorning the bed. His cock was already throbbing. He needed her now.
“If this surprise is just you in a bathrobe telling me you’re too tired, I’m demanding an annulment.” He said, palming himself through the thin material of his underwear.
No response.
He drummed his fingers against his stomach and sighed impatiently. After a few moments, he called out again. “I’m going to start using my hand if you don’t come out soon. I didn’t marry my hand though! Does that class as cheating on you now?”
Still nothing.
Each minute felt like hours and he could feel the tension bubbling in his stomach. “Cuddy, I swear to God if you’ve fallen asleep in there.”
Finally, the sound of the bathroom door unlocking echoed through the room. House’s head snapped up. His eyes were firmly fixed on the door as it slowly creaked open. His breath hitched as Cuddy stepped into view, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing smirk on her lips.
And when he saw what she was wearing, his mouth went dry.
“Patience really isn’t your strong suit, is it?” She teased.
The tension in the room thickened as House’s eyes raked over Cuddy’s form, dressed in a white lingerie set that left little to the imagination. Her skin glowed in the soft light and the delicate garments only served to accentuate her curves. The lacy garter on her right thigh was like a siren’s call, drawing his attention to the apex of her legs. He felt his heart thump wildly in his chest. As she began to saunter closer to him, he scooted to the edge of the bed and saw something. His eyes were transfixed. The panties she was wearing was crotchless. The surprise sent a jolt of anticipation straight to his cock.
“Worth the wait?” She asked coyly as she stood between his open thighs, placing her hand on her hip.
House couldn’t find his voice. He was utterly mesmerised by the woman standing before him. His wife. He fervently nodded, unable to take his gaze away from the spot he longed to kiss, suck and touch.
“Good.” She whispered, sitting down on his left thigh and closing the distance between them. He could feel her wetness on his skin and the lacy fabric cupping her breasts pressed against his chest. The scent of her perfume, something citrussy, mingled with the scent of her arousal, was driving him wild.
He felt her hands fall flat onto his shoulders, pushing him back until he laid flat on the bed. The coolness of the sheets was a sharp contrast to the heat of his body as she unclasped her bra, revealing her hardened nipples to him. The crotchless panties were a masterstroke, leaving her bare and exposed for him to take advantage of.
Her hand traced a line from his collarbone down to his abs and he felt a shiver run through him. He was sure in that moment he had never been more turned on his life. Cuddy began to kiss down his chest. Her touch was featherlight, setting his skin on fire with each peck. When she reached his stomach, she paused to look at him and a wicked smile played on her lips.
“Somebody’s eager,” she smirked. She reached down and gently brushed her fingertips over the bulge in his boxers. “But we’re not quite there yet.” With a teasing twist of her hand, she pulled down the garment, freeing his erection. It sprang up, bobbing slightly in the cool air of the room. She took a moment to admire it, eyes lingering on the beads of precum that had formed at the tip.
House groaned and his hands travelled to her sides to bring her closer. When she leant back, he panted. “You’re actually going to kill me, you know?”
Cuddy chuckled raggedly. “Til death do us part, right?”
His eyes narrowed playfully. “If you don’t get on with it, I can almost guarantee that my death will come sooner rather than later.”
With a wicked grin, she settled between his thighs and began to kiss up and down them, taking extra care not to hurt his scarred leg. The kisses were gentle, but it was the promise of what was to come that had House squirming. The room was charged with the electricity between them and he felt it crackling against his skin as she leaned in to kiss the tip of his erection.
Her tongue darted out to taste him and he groaned. Her mouth was warm and wet and damn skilled as she took him in, inch by inch. He could feel her tongue swirling around him, exploring every ridge and vein – a territory she’d become very familiar with over the years. The sensation was mindblowing and he couldn’t control himself as his hips began to buck upwards, seeking more.
Cuddy’s hand wrapped around the base of his aching cock, stroking in sync with her mouth. The feel of her soft palm against his sensitive skin had him biting his lip to keep from crying out. The way she was looking at him as she bobbed up and down could’ve made a saint confess his sins. He relished in the sight of her. She looked beautiful and hot and sexy all at once.
As she took him deeper, House felt his toes curl. Her hand tightened slightly and he knew she could feel his pulse through his cock. He was so close to the edge already, but he didn’t want it to end. Not yet. He wanted to savour the moment. He wanted to remember every single detail of it for the rest of his life.
He reached down to tangle his fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm slightly, urging her to go faster. She complied eagerly, eyes fluttering closed as she took him deeper still. The sounds of her mouth and his ragged breaths filled the room.
His eyes squeezed shut and he could feel his orgasm building. “Cuddy…” he warned with a strain.
She looked up at him and took him all the way in one more time before pulling back with a pop. “You can’t cum yet. Not until you’re inside me.” She whispered. Her breath was hot against his skin.
House groaned as she pulled away, but the feeling of her mouth leaving him was quickly forgotten as she began to kiss her way up his body. Each kiss was like a brand, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Her breasts brushed against his chest once again and he could feel her nipples, hard and erect from her own arousal.
When she reached his neck, she bit down eagerly, forcing a hiss out of him. Her hand began to play with nipple, rolling it between her fingers as she kissed her way up to his ear. “You’re all mine. Forever.”
He shivered, enjoying the possessive in her voice. “Always have been, baby.”
Her teeth grazed against his earlobe and he felt her hand sliding down to his cock again. This time, she didn’t tease. She began to stroke firmly as her thumb stroked over his sensitive head. He could still feel the lingering wetness of her mouth on him, making her movements smoother.
His eyes locked with hers. His expression was one of desperation. “Let me fuck you. Let me make love to you. Please.”
She smirked and climbed back up his body. Taking full advantage of her crotchless panties, she aligned herself with his erection. He felt the slick heat of her as she began to lower herself onto him. The sensation of her surrounding him was almost too much. He had to grit his teeth to stop himself from cumming immediately. Her warm, velvety walls enveloped him with ease until she was fully seated.
They both stilled for a moment, panting heavily. The connection between them was more than just physical. It was emotional. It was powerful. They were more than just employee and boss. More than just boyfriend and girlfriend. More than just a mom and dad. They were husband and wife now. And they were everything the other had dreamt of. Cuddy’s eyes searched his, and he knew she was feeling it too. The intensity between them was like nothing they had ever experienced before now. They could see straight into each other’s souls.
Slowly, she began rocking her hips, setting a steady rhythm that had them both moaning loudly. House’s hands found her thong-clad ass, squeezing and guiding her as she moved. He could feel the tension coiling tighter in his balls, but he wasn’t ready to end it yet. He reached up to cup her breasts, thumbing at her nipples as she rode him. He could’ve wept at the glory of the sight above him wearing nothing but a garter and crotchless thong while she was impaled on his cock. Her skin was flushed and glistening with sweat and her hair was a wild mess around her face.
Her breaths grew quicker and shallower as she picked up the pace. Her hips moved in a sensual dance that had him on the brink on insanity. House felt himself swelling even more inside her, stretching her around him. He could feel her clenching around as him as she neared her climax. His hand traced down and began rubbing her clit, exacerbating a filthy moan from his wife. He wanted to bottle that sound and keep it with him for the rest of his life.
“Fuck, House. I’m so close.”
With a final, desperate thrust, House buried himself to the hilt and felt her orgasm wash over her. She threw her head back and she launched into a tirade of curse words as her body convulsed around his. He held her as she shook above him, fighting back his own orgasm just so he could drink in the sight of her coming apart for him.
As her tremors subsided, she leaned down to kiss him. He could still taste himself on her lips and it only made him want her more.
“Now, House.” She practically begged against his mouth. “Cum for me, now.”
And with those pleading words, he lost all semblance of control. His orgasm hit him like a freight train. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He cried as he emptied himself inside her.
They laid there, panting and tangled in each other’s bodies. He could feel her heartbeat against him as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. For a few moments, the only sound in the room was their mingled breaths.
When Cuddy spoke up, her voice was filled with a mix of sated lust and satisfaction. “Best wedding night ever.”
He couldn’t disagree, kissing the top of her head. “I think marrying you may have been the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Especially if married sex is anything like that.”
Cuddy chuckled against his chest, trailing her fingers lazily over his skin. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to keep testing that theory, won’t we?”
“I’m fully committed to that experiment.” House replied, running a hand through her tussled hair.
They laid in comfortable silence for a few minutes as they continued to bask in the afterglow of their first sexual encounter as a married couple. Then, Cuddy shifted slightly, resting her head on his chest as she looked up at him. There was something thoughtful in her expression, something just shy of serious.
“What?” House asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
She hesitated for a moment before biting her lip. “I was just thinking…”
“Uh-oh.”
Cuddy rolled her eyes and swatted him playfully on his chest. “Shut up and listen.” She took a deep breath. “What if we had another baby?”
House froze. “I’m sorry. What?”
She propped herself up on her elbows. “You heard me.”
“Oh, I definitely heard you.” House scoffed, still trying to process the conversation. “I just didn’t think you heard yourself.”
She rolled her eyes. “House - ”
“No, no, let’s break it down.” He interrupted, waving his hand dramatically. “We’ve been married for a grand total of less than twelve hours and you’re already planning on letting another tiny, screaming, sleep-depriving human intrude on our marital bliss?”
“You say that as if you don’t adore the tiny, screaming, sleep-depriving human we already have.”
House opened his mouth, ready with a sarcastic retort, but he stopped himself to think for a second. She did have a point. Damn his clever wife.
Cuddy watched his expression shift slightly. “Look, I’m not saying we have to start right this second. I’m still on my birth control anyway. But…soon. I don’t know. I just…I look at Izzy and feel how much joy she brings us. And I like to think about what she would be like as a big sister.”
He studied her for a moment as his fingers traced absentmindedly up and down her spine. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
He sighed, letting his head fall back against the pillow as he contemplated what Cuddy had said to him. Another kid. Another round of sleepless nights, diaper blowouts and teething. Another kid that would be a blueprint of him and Cuddy. Someone Izzy could grow up with. After a few minutes, he spoke. “We’ll wait until Izzy turns two. See how we feel then and go from there. That sound okay?”
“Yeah. That sounds okay.” Cuddy nodded before pressing a kiss to House’s lips before nestling back into his side. “You know, if we do start trying to have another baby, that means we’ll have to have a lot of sex again.”
House’s eyes popped open in realisation. “Damn. You’re right.”
“Do you maybe…want to start practicing now?” Cuddy asked, trying to supress a smile.
“Sex with my wife again?” House sighed jokingly. “Take off your panties.”
Cuddy laughed as she pulled her crotchless garment down her legs. She couldn’t get enough of him. And if she was honest, she didn’t think she ever would.
House kissed her forehead, her nose and her cheeks before bringing his mouth to hers. The kiss was urgent. Their tongues danced together as they explored the familiar yet ever exciting landscape of each other’s mouths.
His hand slid down her body, caressing the curve of her waist before resting on that special spot between her legs reserved just for him. He felt the heat of her. Her wetness was beckoning him and he felt himself harden at the thought of being inside her again very soon. He dipped his finger between her folds, grinning as her breath hitched. Her legs parted, giving him more access. When his thumb found her clit, he began stroking it with a gentle pressure that made her hips rock against his hand.
With a low growl, House kissed his way down her body, mirroring what she had done to him earlier. He left a trail of hot, wet kisses across her collarbone, down her sternum and over her toned stomach. He paused at her navel, leaving kisses all over before continuing his decent. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he inhaled deeply, savouring the musky scent of arousal. He kissed the inside of her thighs, and she lavished in the feeling off his scruff scraping against her skin. He felt her legs quiver as he moved closer to her centre. Feeling mischievous, House licked a long, slow stroke from bottom to top, drawing out moan from Cuddy. He grinned as he felt her arch her back. Cuddy’s hand found its way into House’s hair and digged her nails in slightly, urging him in closer.
Before he gave her what she so desperately wanted, he brought his mouth to where the lacy white garter sat on her thigh, pulling it between his teeth and guiding it down her leg and off of her body. The very sight left Cuddy lusting for more. She had never seen anything more erotic. And then she got exactly what she needed. House latched onto her clit, flicking the bud with his tongue while sliding a finger into her. Her walls clenched around his digit as he moved his thumb in rhythmic circles around her entrance. Her moans grew louder as he increased the pace. She was getting closer to the edge and he could feel it. He knew her body as well as he knew his own and he knew that if he didn’t slow down now, she’d cum before he wanted her to.
House pulled back, earning a whine of protest from Cuddy. He looked up and shot her a grin. “What was it you said earlier about patience?” He chuckled, before diving back in, swirling his tongue around her clit in a way that made her toes curl. Her hips bucked upwards, trying to grind against his face. House loved seeing her fall apart like this. He felt even more aroused in knowing that only he would ever get to see her like this ever again. Make her come undone like this. God, he loved her. He added another finger, feeling her clench around him like a vice as she reached her peak. Her face contorted with pleasure and her breath was coming out in short gasps. With one final, hard suck, Cuddy’s body went taut, and she let out a scream. Her thighs tightened around House’s head as she rode out her orgasm.
When she finally went limp, House began kissing his way back up her body. “Now, how about we get to work on that practice?” He whispered when his lips reached her earlobe.
Cuddy’s legs fell open, inviting him in but House shook his head. “I want you on your hands and knees.” He growled, pulling her in for a rough kiss before helping her flip onto her front. He grabbed her hips and pulled them up, leaving her positioned in a delicious arch, her ass high in the air and ready for him. She looked over her shoulder at him, excited by what was to come. They didn’t have sex in this position often, but when they did, it was magic. House took the time to admire her, the way her spine curved and the way her ass fit in his hands perfectly.
“Please, House. Fuck me.” she urged needily.
He chuckled. “Again. Patience, Dr. Cuddy-House.” He rubbed his palms over her cheeks, lightly swatting the right one. She gasped and her pussy clenched eagerly. She was desperate for her husband to be inside her again. House lined himself up and slowly pushed inside her. He was enamoured by the way she could take him in with such ease, despite him being on the larger side.
Once he was fully settled inside, House grabbed her hips and began to fuck her hard. The sound of their bodies slapping together turned them both on more. The bed creaked with every thrust. Cuddy’s breasts bounced with every impact and her moans grew louder and louder. As House felt her clenching around him again, he knew she was close.
“You like this don’t you, baby? You like being fucked by your husband.” He grunted in a way that was oh sexy to Cuddy.
“Yes. Fuck. I love it. Don’t stop.” She begged. The feeling of him hitting her in just the right spot was becoming too much, exacerbated further when House reached round and began rubbing her clit. Her moans turned into cries and her nails dug into the bed. “Please, I need to cum.”
The feel of her. Her tightness. Her wetness. Her heat. It was driving House insane. He increased his pace, pushing into her with every ounce of strength he had. His thigh was killing him and he didn’t care. He could feel his own climax nearing.
“Yeah. Go on. Cum for me,” He groaned, toying with her clit as it pulsed underneath his fingertips. Her body convulsed and her pussy spasmed around his cock, sending waves of pleasure through his own body. House couldn’t hold back anymore and with a loud growl, he came inside her, filling her up with his hot seed once again.
They both collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty. House wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in close. He kissed her temple softly, a stark comparison to what they were doing just moments before.
“I think we might be onto something with this practicing thing.” House murmured into Cuddy’s hair.
“Definitely.” Cuddy replied, breathlessly.
Their bodies remained intwined as they both let sleep take them. And they both felt comforted knowing that they had the rest of their lives together.