The Value of a Life

Now, over a year later, they were back to as near normal as anyone could get after what they had been through. The loss of their daughter and the fact that they had finally been able to overcome it only made their marriage seem stronger.
Mark locked his briefcase and then his office before retiring for the night. He came down the hall to their bedroom, and when he entered, he saw that his wife was already in bed, watching the late evening news on the television. He shed his clothes and shut off the light, sliding into bed with her.

Susan watched her husband take his clothes off and was reminded of one of the reasons they had been together for seven years now; he was a very handsome, virile man who made her happy in nearly every way a man could please his wife. He first removed his shoes and socks, then loosening his tie until it came completely undone from its immaculate knot. He unbuttoned his shirt, and she bit her lip, watching him shed his shirt, then pants, then everything else. She felt a stir within her core that made her want him like nothing else.
She watched the room go dark after he was naked, and he slid into bed with her. The coolness of the sheets provided a sweet, relieving effect on his ever-tense body that made him sigh gratefully. He slid up behind Susan and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her against his naked body. She could feel his building erection already pressing against her bottom through her long nightshirt. He squeezed her, feeling the healthy weight she had put back on since coming out of her depression, and it made him happy deep inside; he was glad to have his strong, beautiful, loving wife back. He kissed the side of her neck, moving gently over the soft flesh, the warmth of his breath caressing her, eliciting a response from her body that was entirely sexual.
“Mark,” she moaned breathily, wriggling the curve of her ass back into the cradle of his hips, purposely impassioning the beast that he had become of late. He let out a low, throaty groan; the same groan that she had grown accustomed to for the past seven years and yet, it never ceased to turn her on.
His hands pushed up the nightshirt, finding her naked underneath, and slid them up over her breasts, first stroking them, then squeezing and fondling them. He rubbed his thumbs in slow, heated circles around her nipples, then flicked them. She wrenched the pillow beside her with her hands, groaning his name again and again. He then firmly bit the flesh on the side of her neck, applying just enough pressure to shock her, without hurting her. He held for a moment, then released her and ran his tongue soothingly over the bite. She shivered, enjoying this side of him. He continued to nip and kiss and suckle her neck, even as he took one hand from her breasts and trailed it down her slim, soft stomach, down until he slipped it between her legs. He parted her and began stroking her clit and tender opening, encouraging her body to prepare for sex. He felt her juices begin to come and he spread them eagerly over her labia, pushing his fingers inside. She gasped, unable to help herself. She squeezed her legs together and rocked her hips forward, persuading him to continue.
Subtle as it was, Susan had noticed a definite change in her husband. Though he was never violent, he was increasingly more aggressive. Their sex life had probably taken on the most change. After not so much as kissing for six months, she had dismissed it at first as he was just eager to get back to being regular lovers. But even as they got back to normal, it didn’t stop. Though there had been passion before, it was nothing like now. Now, he could decide on a whim to come home on his lunch break, taking her away from dishes or laundry or whatever she happened to be doing and he would ravage her on the kitchen table for an hour before going back to the office. Not even when they were dating was he so passionate. Mark took control more eagerly, with more aggression. And she liked it. She thought of it was a sign that their marriage had healed and was now better than it had been before. Losing Isabella had nearly broken them, both individually and as a couple. Finding out that the man who killed her had been quite literally sliced to pieces himself, had allowed for her to break through the emotional prison she had put herself in. Even though she knew it was wrong, she was glad. The court had let him walk. This way, at least she knew their daughter had gotten justice. She joked internally to herself that when and if the Jigsaw killer was ever caught, she wanted to thank him.
Mark continued to wreak havoc on her. He grabbed her, sitting up, and put her on her back, propped up against the pillows. She took off the nightshirt and tossed it aside, wanting to be naked and splayed before him. In this new, insatiable Mark, she found that she rather liked teasing him, doing things she knew would result in rough, passionate sex. She leaned back before him on the pillows, watching his gaze drift over her body. She looked him over as well, noting how aroused he was and how good it made her feel. She let her legs fall open, and his gaze dropped between them. Even in the dim light, she saw his face flush red in the hollows of his cheeks, making her very aware of how hot and aroused he was. He reached down and parted her again. He then leaned down and pressed his hot mouth directly against the vulnerable lips of her sex. She moaned, arching her hips. She felt his tongue move up the very center of her, licking and prodding, making her writhe and plead.
“Ohhh, my, god, Mark,” she moaned. He licked her in uneven strokes, some soft and slow, others rapid and fleeting then grazed her sensitive folds with his teeth as well, making her body shiver and quake with the intensity of her desire. He took one of her legs and propped it up over his shoulder, opening her even more. He continued devouring her for several minutes, nearing making her come more than a few times. When he finally pulled away, she groaned in frustration. He looked down at her lovingly, but still looking fiercely aroused. He sat up, adjusting her position so he could enter her. He then reached down and guided himself to the opening of her cunt and shoved the full length of his erection into her in one swift stroke. She very nearly screamed at the suddenness of it.
“Is that what you want? Hmm?” he asked, pulling back a bit, then shoving forward into her again. He leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it, then applying pressure to it between his teeth. She cried out.
“Yes!” she cried, and he began fucking her with an intense, quick rhythm that she had come to enjoy. He released her nipple and brought his face back level with hers. She reached for him, her hands coming to his shoulders, holding there for balance. He fucked her hard and rough, and all she could think was how much she loved it. She wanted him like this as much as she could get. He kissed her once, his breath hot and panting.
“Tell me something, Susan, what do you enjoy the most? My hand, my mouth, or my cock?” he panted. She bit her lip, embarrassed at his question.
“I don’t know,” she said, amazed that he was still so concentrated on fucking her and was able to ask her a question like that.
“Tell me, I want to know,” he demanded.
“Oh god, all of them, all,” she moaned. He laughed, then grabbed one of her legs and brought it up over his shoulder, making her opening more constricted and tight, making their love-making more intense. “Mark, dear god,” she couldn’t help herself. He was more than her husband, he was her soul mate, she knew it. No one could have this kind of chemistry with someone and not be. He was meant to be hers, as was she to him.
“Say my name,” he growled, bucking his hips even harder, making rhythmic slapping noises as his hips slammed into her again and again. She could barely process what he had said before he reached down between them and found her clit, pinching it between his thumb and index finger. “Now!” he demanded, all the while still fucking her in perfect rhythm.
“Mark!” she cried, the sensations so overwhelming that she wasn’t sure she would remain conscious. It happened sometimes now. At first, it had frightened her, but now she didn’t mind. She would wake up cradled in his arms a few moments later, satisfied and exhausted.
He pounded into her, again and again, still fingering her clit, when finally, she came. She managed to stay in this world through it, raking her fingernails across her husband’s shoulders, feeling him plunge his cock into her the last few times before he joined her. Mark orgasmed powerfully, then collapsed, managing to keep his weight upon his elbows and forearms, so he didn’t smother her. She wrapped her arms around him tight, one of her legs still balanced on his shoulder, the other one still wrapped around behind his buttocks, keeping him anchored to her. A few moments later, as he quit panting, he went to pull away.
“No, please,” she pleaded softly. He brought his eyes level with hers, questioningly. “Not just yet, I-I liked the way you feel, you know,” she felt embarrassed for admitting such a thing. But he didn’t laugh, didn’t even smile. He just nodded and kissed her, then returned his head to her chest.
“I love you Susan,” he said.
“I love you Mark,” she answered, cradling his head against her breasts.