Rounds in and you both were exhausted, tired, sweaty. Yet somehow your husband still had adrenaline and could probably go for another three.

“Maybe-.. We should take a break..” You pant to him, trying to catch your breath. However, you didn’t get much time to when he puts you on his lap.

“I don’t want a break, I want you to get back on and keep going. Or am I gonna have to do it for you?” He questions, his hands gripping your hips as if he was going to do that anyways.

And he would.