He’s always been tired afterwork, often getting home and collapsing on the sofa straight away. Maybe I’d get a kiss on the cheek, or a pat on the bum. Although he he enjoys work I’ve always been worried it stresses him out too much. After a really good day though, maybe he’s successfully closed a new sponsor, we dress up and go out for a nice meal or drink. That is, if we can make the celebratory sex quick enough!
I get the news before he comes home. Just a quick text: Put some nice perfume on, it’s date night! – I instantly run to the bathroom and hop into the shower. Date nights are special because we’ve had so few of them recently. Instead, work has just been getting harder and harder, it’s time we both had a break. I’m towel dried and sitting in my underwear at the desk putting on my make-up when I hear him come through the front doors. My hair is still damp.
I can hear him coming up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He is whooping when he comes through the bedroom door, runs over to me and picks me up.
“Hey! You’ll ruin my make-up! And my hair’s still wet dummy!” I playfully hit his chest, as he carries me over to the bed. It’s nice to see him smile so happily though, and my tummy is doing backflips.
“I was hoping we could ruin this beautifully laid bed whilst we were at it also.” He smirks, because the bed isn’t well made due to it being laundry day and I hadn’t gotten round to putting new covers on since coming home from college myself. He places me down, and the bed feels soft but wrong without the covers. I have all of three seconds to worry about this because he has started to kiss me. I realised there was no reason to put my underwear on at all since he’s thrown them onto the floor in a flash. His own clothes are thrown away and I’m too busy laughing and giggling to help.
Soon we are both naked and panting, kissing and grabbing at each other. It feels like it’s been so long since we’ve touched, although we slept together only last night. It feels like we’ve been missing each other for a long time, and maybe we had, because we’re both laughing and kissing and licking and biting. Loving each other in a way we hadn’t for a long time.
“Come onnnn, we’re going to be late!” I tell him after catching the time on the bedroom clock.
“You want this is be a quickie? So heartless. Sometimes I think you don’t love me at all.” He starts tickling me.
“That’s not what I meant!”
“What did you mean? Hmm? Is there something you want? Oh you’re very wet down there, naughty girl.” He’s started touching me seriously, and it’s getting harder to think. Or breath for the matter. Everything just feels so good. “Did you want something?” He stops. Looks at me, smiling that devious smile of his.
“I want you to fuck me.” I say, looking right back into his eyes, holding is stare to show my own defiance. “Please.” I add then smile as he scoops me up and repositions me on the bed. He folds my legs up so they rest on his shoulders then positions himself in front of me. He enters slowly, filling me up and making my back arch. It always feels so deep in this position. He pulls out slowly, but then pounds back in quickly making me cry out from both surprise and pleasure. Then continue as he starts a fast and hard rhythm.
We are still 15 minutes late for our dinner reservation and I forgot to put on my panties in the rush to put our clothes back on…