The wizard rumbled a noise of anticipation, muted by the press of his wife's mouth against his own.  His teeth visited a nip on her lower lip, hungry for the affection that accompanied her kiss.  His tongue slipped out, meeting her own warm, slick muscle midway.  For the moment, nothing in the world mattered but Evelyn.  The kiss broke, and rejoined time and again like so many waves on the shore.<br/><br/>An indescribable thrill shot down his spine as her back arched responsively, pressing her breast into his palm.  She was reactive and alive.  Each passing moment held newness.  His breath caught as her hand slipped between them, and he could feel the electric change in her motions when her hand located her clit.  Casey had dabbled with a few partners himself, but none of them felt as right as this.  Her pleas burned in his ears, and he was determined to give her anything and everything she asked for.<br/><br/>His hand slid away from her breast as she leaned back again, descending to join it's companion on the swell of her backside.  He gripped, and lifted her just a touch.  Enough for his hips to have the space they needed, as he began to rock up to meet her every descent.  A series of lusty grunts was all the vocabulary that seemed to remain to the wizard.