Just Home from Work

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She texted me as I was leaving the office.

~How was your day? Over? Still going?~

-Good, just walking to my car now-

~Fantastic. Do you mind if we do dinner late…or takeout?~

-Takeout sounds great. See you soon-

I texted back quickly as I got in my car and started thinking about her as I drove home. She’s hard not to think about, smart, beautiful, kind, and she’s my wife so I get to enjoy all of her amazingness. Our little text exchange was one we’ve had before, she thinks she’s being coy, but I know her too well. She’ll be very ready for me when I come home. First she checks in on my mood, not wanting to express her own needs until she knows I can handle more than my own stress. Then she suggests an alternative to our usual. Delaying dinner to enjoy my wife, that’s a yes most any day, but I still love that she tries to slyly ask first.

I walk in the door and she’s standing there waiting for me. Most days when we get home it’s a slow, loving, but casual full body embrace. Not today. Today I grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, pushed her back up against the door, and passionately kissed her. She squealed a bit against my mouth and melted into me as I push by body against her.

We kissed for a long minute before I paused to look at her.

-More?-

~Yes, please~

I knew she wanted more, but communication is always good and those eyes. Those eyes looking up at me as she gently says “yes, please” really get my blood flowing. I take her face in my hand, my thumb gently stroking her jaw line. She really is beautiful and sweet, but she said she wanted more, so I have to give it to her.

I kiss her teasingly a few times, just lips, as both my hands move down to her waist. And Maltepe Escort then, swiftly, and quite suddenly pull her shirt up over her head until it’s stuck inside out on her wrists. Taking it fully off her was my goal, but this works too, maybe even better. I twist the shirt a bit, getting her even more stuck and then loop it over the coat hook on the door. Sure she could probably easily get out, but she wouldn’t want to risk ripping her top. Plus, she wants this, she wants me. I’m just putting her in a position to enjoy it more.

~Babe!~ She says with some amount of exaggerated shock.

Her eyes that were loving just a minute ago, now added some amount of desperation to their stare.

-More?-

~Yes, please~

Her innocence resigned, she knew I came in hot tonight, because she was asking for it. We both knew her game. We both loved her game. There’s just something about your wife initiating sex, even in her subtle, caring way, it worked for me.

I returned to kissing her, deep and passionate. One hand on her hip, keeping her pinned against the door, the other had already found her naked breast. I’m sure she wore a bra to work this morning, but of course, she had already taken it off by the time I got home. I squeezed and rolled by thumb over her nipple. She moaned against my mouth. Nipple play always did it for her, and I was happy to oblige.

I slid my hand from her waist to take hold of her other breast. One in each hand and she was melting underneath me. I paused kissing her to look her over again. Beautiful, soft, feminine, curvy. She didn’t always like her body, she wasn’t the lithe model-type featured in movies, but she was everything I wanted in a woman. She was everything İstanbul Escort a lot of men wanted in a women, but she didn’t know it, or couldn’t believe it. Either way, I was lucky enough to call her mine.

Her breathing had gone shallow as I was looking her over again, watching my own hands massage her breasts and tease her hardening nipples. I could watch this woman do anything, but watch her enjoy being pleasured, hands down my favorite. I knew my next move. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against against her ear as I dropped my voice to a low gravelly whisper.

-More?-

This time she didn’t respond with words. This time there was no sweet feminine “yes, please”. This time it was just a desperate whimper of a moan. She must have been thinking of this before I got home, she was escalating quickly tonight. I’m glad she prepared for me, I can move this along.

I kiss her ear lobe as she is moaning her response and move down to her breasts. I take one in my mouth, as much as I can. Still holding the weight of it in my hand, I suck and then swirl my tongue around the nipple. Before going further, I switch to the other one and give it the same treatment. I need her to know I’m not leaving anything out tonight.

On my way back to the first breast, I pause between them, kissing her sternum and squeezing her breasts on either side of my face. The dichotomy between her soft skin and my rough 5 o’clock shadow could be a metaphor for our whole relationship, but that’s a story for later. My mouth re-finds her breast, taking just the nipple between my lips I tug as far as it will let me, before popping out of my mouth. Again I switch breasts and give the second the same treatment as the first.

I Anadolu Yakası Escort worry her arms might be getting tired and I’m gonna want her to use those later, so I lift her shirt from the hook and loop her arms around my neck instead. Leaning over with my face in her breasts, her arms resting now on my shoulders. Her nails immediately go to scratch on my back. Still stuck and wrapped up in her top, it’s only the faintest feeling, but we’ll get to that later.

I back up a few steps, her arms still around my neck, so she comes with me and I find a chair. I sit as she stands in front of me. Now her breasts are right in front of my face.

-Mmmm, more-

Still a low, guttural growl, but this time it’s not a question. I’m just informing her of my plans now. She’s moaning from my touch and I’m committed to making her finish like this. I start working her breasts, with my hands, my mouth, my tongue. Rubbing her nipples, flicking them with my tongue and then my thumbs, sucking and squeezing. From one to the other and then back again, she had asked for more and I was here to give it to her.

She didn’t have words, she rarely did while we were being intimate, but she was vocal, between her moans and her sighs I could tell she was getting close. I leaned into my work and felt her start to shudder before her breathing even changed. I let go of her breasts just in time to reach around and catch her as her knees let go and she started to fall on me. Guiding her to be sitting on my lap, I looked at her as her breathing, slow and deep, was all she could manage to do.

I could feel her wetness against my lap, but sooner than I thought I would. I reached around and slipped my hands under her skirt, taking handfuls of ass.

-No panties?-

~Ooops~ she said with a very fake innocent look on her face.

-Alright, come with me, you’re definitely asking for more-

I stand up holding her, she wraps her legs around my waist as I walk us into the bedroom. We are both going for more now.

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