Authors: Isabell Lawless
“Do we still agree on the fact that this is all Brian's fault? That he is the one playing us against each other like this?” He kept pushing. Staring into her face.
“Totally.”
Finally she noticed the left side of his cheek rising up a little, showing a hint of a smile. Tiny. But it was still there.
“So, are we good?” He asked.
“I guess so.”
“Do you accept my apology? Really?”
“As long as you promise not to repeat it.”
“Promise. Pinky swear.”
Yeah, the smile was there alright.
“So, it's okay if I do this?”
Leaning down he let his lips barely touch hers, as if asking for permission, and probably being afraid to get punched in the face if he didn't make the right move.”
“I guess that's alright.”
Her arms came closer to her body and she rested her hands on his forearms, feeling every desirable muscle under her palms. Jeez, did she have the hots for him. Even after years of marriage her body would tingle just touching the skin of his arms. Allowing the heat from his arms to sip through the pores of her palms and heat up her insides.
“My move is only
alright
?”
“I guess so, yes.”
He shook his head with that small smile of his and leaned down again, letting his lips barely touch hers once more.
“What if I do this? Will this be
alright
?”
Letting his tongue slip out between his lips, he traced the bottom of her upper lip until she opened her mouth, letting his tongue all the way in. Caressing the ridges at the roof of her mouth, stroking against her tongue that was slowly starting to come alive nudging his, before taking her lower lip between his and sucking it hard into his mouth. He tasted everything of her mouth.
Without giving her any time to respond to the
alright
aspect of the kiss, he lowered himself onto his elbows, still standing steady on the floor between her legs, and let his tongue trace the length of her neck. From the little dip on the bottom, all the way up to her chin, which was already tilting back in enjoyment of his touch.
“Move up on the bed.” He whispered.
Her eyes shot open.
“We have to close the door. What if your parents come home and see us?”
“Trust me. They know we need some time to ourselves. They'll probably be gone until lunch time. Plus, I heard you lock the front door after you shut it after you earlier.”
“Please close the door. Just in case. I couldn't stand knowing they would see us.”
“Okay, as you wish.”
In a flash he was gone, and just as quickly she regretted asking him to move away from her. Losing the moment they just had. But just as quickly as he was gone, he was back between her legs leaning over her once more.
“Remember. Move up.”
She pushed herself back with her elbows until her head touched the pillows on the top of the bed. She noticed she still had her shoes on and tried to push them off pushing her toes to her heels.
“Let me.” He said simply and started to untie them and dropped them one by one on the floor with a thud. Her socks came off, and his thumb rubbed the soles of her feet. Knowing how hard it must have been to have walked that hill up and down. She tried to pull her feet away.
“Stop it. I'm sweaty from the walk.”
“I don't mind.”
His quick response came out fast and it didn't even seem to face him that her feet were still moist from her jogging adventure through the forest.
He kneeled up on the bed and let her feet and legs fall to either side of him, and ran his large hands on the insides of her legs, over her knees, up over her inner thighs. He left the apex of her legs alone on purpose. He wanted to prove to her he knew he'd been an idiot and show her how much he loved her. '
Why the hell had he told her he was tired of everything?'
He had to admit to himself he could be seriously stupid sometimes, and now was the time to pay for that. Something he gladly did.
“Andy...”
He put his finger over her lips and hushed her.
“No talking.”
Oh, this was going to be very interesting indeed.
His eyes focused on the buttons of her jeans, and one by one he unbuttoned them and pulled them off of her legs. He let them land next to her shoes and socks on the floor. For going on a walk, he was surprised to see her wearing a pink lace thong underneath those jeans. He hadn't even noticed her underwear this morning when she left. He had truly been a moron.
He placed his hands on her hips and bent down to let his tongue caress the outside of the pink fabric between her legs. Feeling her moisture sip through the lace. She smelled of salt and Danielle, her own special scent, and he loved it. His nose nudged her lips through her panties before he wetted his tongue with saliva and placed it right over her clit. Throbbing. Just as he expected.
Peeking up, trying to find her face, he knew he'd done something right in her book. Her head was pressed back hard into the pillow and the only thing he could see of her face from this view was a plump bottom lip and her arched up chin. Her hands dug into his hair and pulled it lose from the knot at his neck, letting strands of it land around his face while one of his hands pulled the sheer fabric aside.
Gently he blew onto her pussy letting the sweet lips of hers flutter open slightly. A favorite view of his. Closing his eyes he let his open mouth cover her lips completely. Running his tongue all over the slick flesh before opening her folds up with two fingers. With light licks her bud bloomed. He could feel her whole pussy enlarge and flame up from his touch. He licked gently. He licked hard. He sucked and nibbled until her hand came down, passed his working tongue and slid inside herself. My God was she amazing.
“You want to be a part of my job down here?”
“Yes,” she hissed. Letting the last
s
linger in the air for a long time until he sucked her clit hard into his mouth and replaced her hiss with a load cry of pleasure making her hips buck up from the mattress and push hard into the rough stubble covering his face.
“Andy!” She screamed and fisted her hands in his long strands, pulling him tight between her legs.
“I know baby. I know.”
Trying to hold her down with one hand wrapped around her thigh, he used his other hand to rake the empty spot her fingers had left as they tangled into his hair. It was impossible. With every single stroke of his fingers inside her, and every single lick of his tongue, her bottom came of the comforter no matter how hard he pushed her thigh down over his shoulder.
“Oh my God! Om my God!”
“Come baby. Just come. Come on my face.”
He felt her tightening around his fingers. Her hands tying hard knots in his hair. With one last thrust of her hips in the air she let her head fall back on the pillow, letting a load '
fuck!'
roam the air of the room before she couldn't hold on any longer. With their previous arguing, the adrenaline rush running back up the hill thinking she might have been followed, mixed with the attentiveness he just showed her between her legs, she knew it would make for a messy release of great magnitude.
Embarrassment hit like a brick and instead of holding Andy tight between her legs, she tried to push him away. But he wouldn't have it and shook his head to get it away from her shoving hands.
“Aaah baby, I love this. You just squirted. On me. Now that's a fantastic gratitude for a hard job.”
“Hush. Stop talking. Don't mention it. Stop.” She pushed at his forehead trying to get him away from the apex of her tights. She couldn't even look at him.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that.”
Still between her legs, tracing small kisses up and down her swollen lips, he smiled, wiped his face with his large hand, and let it caress her inner thigh.
“There are no excuses necessary for this, ever. I should be thanking you. Can't you see my smile?” With a quick move up her body he let his wet lips meet hers.
“Mhm, I can taste myself.”
“I know you can. That's the point.” He smiled. “Open your mouth and let me share you some more.”
She complied. Their tongues dancing wildly inside each other's mouths, not even allowing them up for a quick breather when Andy reached down between their bodies with one hand and unzipped his pants. With both being half-dressed this could have been considered a quick roll in the hay if it hadn't been for that awesome orgasm he worked herself up to. The explosion had been magnificent, giving them a great, wet reason to change the bed sheets later.
Without any hassle he got his hard cock out of his pants and with a short nudge up her lips he was already inside her. She wrapped her arms around his broad back and pulled him tightly to her body and kissed him savagely. His tempo increased making the two knobs on top of the bed frame bang at the back wall in rhythm with their love making. Hard, fast, and desperate. Thank God they were alone.
Breathing rapidly he managed to tell her to turn around on all fours, bend her head down to rest on the soft pillow so he could admire her round bottom high in the air.
In an instance he grabbed her hips tightly, squeezed her butt cheek, and pushed inside. Deep. Hard. But slow.
He wanted to feel every single inch of himself caress her insides, even though it might make him come even sooner. Hearing her long muffled moans into the pillow for each and every stroke it was all worth it.
She was such a beautiful sight. His wife. The white t-shirt hiked up her back making it impossible not to stroke the soft skin covering her spine. All the way from her buttocks and up to her neck, while slowly sliding in and out of her wetness in a steady rhythm. Letting the skin of her cheeks smack loudly meeting his hips. He let his index finger trace her spine all the way down just to disappear in the soft valley between her round buttocks. Her anus tightened slightly when he ran his finger over the puckered opening, and when he brought his finger up to his mouth for moisture and let it set back down softly between her cheeks she cried out deep into the pillow.
Biting down on his lower lip, he knew he would not be able to hold it in much longer. Watching her writhe from both his wet finger tip rubbing her anus and his moving cock inside her, he closed his eyes and let his head tip slightly back. Suddenly he was snapped back into the moment just in time for his release, when she peeked back at him over her shoulder, licked the lips over her open mouth, and smilingly said.
“Before you come, I want to you to fuck my ass.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I want you to fuck my ass.”
He paused inside her and held his hands tight around her waist.
“If you talk like that, and tease me like that, I'm gonna come. I'm so fucking close.” He breathed quickly in and out of his nose.
“Then you better hurry before it's over.”
With a smile on her lips and her head back into the pillow, she moved forward letting his thick cock slip out of her wetness.
“Are you sure? It's not like we do this very often. You really don't need...”
“Stop talking Andy, and do what I tell you.”
Chapter 18
She demanding in bed? Yes, please! How could he ever say no to her, and to that special request? Without much hesitation he bent down and kissed both cheeks of her gloriously soft behind, holding her butt cheeks firmly in his hands, he lathered her cute little valley with the saliva coating his tongue. Gently he rubbed her smooth skin before he gave her a little playful slap on her right cheek. It surprised her making her bottom jiggle a bit. She liked that a lot, so with confidence she asked him to do it again. Harder this time. He happily obliged, watching her pale skin turn rosy pink. Again, and again.
Once more he bent down and let his mouth kiss its way over the now pink cheeks until he dipped his tongue between them, letting the tip of his tongue slide over her snug opening. In an instance she rocked forward gripping her pillow hard beneath her face. She didn't know why she wanted this so badly at this point. She knew it was just on very rare occasions they had sex this way, but today it seemed more than necessary. Rough, hard, and just plain dirty.