Hot scene: Nick & his wife

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“Smells good, sweetheart!” Nick announced as he opened the door and poked his head around, grinning cheekily. There was no Patricia to be seen. He craned his neck to peer around the corner into the kitchen. “So, where is my pretty baby?” he asked of the house, a teasing I’m-going-to-get-you edge to his voice.

She wasn’t in the kitchen. He sniffed the aroma coming from the baked chicken dinner on the stove. “Mmm—yummy.” He checked in the laundry room off the kitchen. She wasn’t in there either, and he figured maybe the bathroom. He crept back through the living room, hands at the ready to clutch his lovely, intensely ticklish young wife.

The bathroom was empty. He flung back the shower curtain ready to grab her, but no—not there. “Hmm. I wonder where my little sweetheart could be,” he said in mock confusion as he stalked toward their bedroom. The baby room door was open, and he glanced behind it, but she wasn’t in there. “I wonder where my pretty girl is hiding,” he went on as he caught a glimpse of her through the crack in the open bedroom door. She was hiding behind it, pressed back against the wall beside the wardrobe.

Nick stopped in the doorway and tossed his shirt at the cane clothes basket in the far corner of the room. “Hmm. I wonder where—” he started but suddenly lunged and grabbed his wife’s arm, pulling her to him and planting a kiss on her lips as they parted in shock. He crushed her to his body, kissing her deeply and passionately. Her hands were pressed against his shoulders, pushing him away. She was squealing and struggling, but he persisted until her squeals became moans and her fingernails eased from clawing his flesh.

Nick relented and lifted from her mouth. It hung open. Her eyes were wide with what looked like genuine surprise, almost fear. “Um—no—wait…” she started to say, but he kissed her again, cradling her head and leaning her back, her hands then clutching his shoulders for support and her fingernails digging in again.

Nick searched his wife’s sweet mouth with his tongue and cupped her breast, massaging and feeling for the nipple through her dress and bra. One of her soft little hands gripped his arm when he did that, but her protests were only ever about it being an inconvenient time or whatever. He undid one button then another, slipping his hand inside and under her bra, earning a kind of shriek then a warm, mellow moan as he deepened the kiss once more.

This was just one of their games. She would hide and pretend to resist. He would take her anyway. There was never any question when Nick wanted to make love to his wife. He was in charge in that department, and she always obliged his desire for her. He lifted her in his arms and dropped to the bed, still holding her. Her arms flopped aside as he knelt over her. There was a look of utter submission on her face. Her eyes were still wide, but the shock and fear had been replaced by a blank, dreamy light. Her lips were wet and reddened where he had smeared the light lipstick she usually put on before he came in for dinner. Her mouth was slightly open and very kissable.

Nick stood and ripped his belt open. “Dinner’s fine for a bit, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes just lowered as he tugged his jeans and shorts down, his erection springing free to lever, engorged and rigid. Her eyes widened and lifted to meet his again.

“Dress on or off?” he asked, grinning at her.

She said nothing. She just peered down at herself then looked up again.

“On, eh? Okay. We can do dress-on.”

He knelt and bent over the bed, moving her legs either side of his elbows. He lifted the skirt of her dress, along with her frilly apron, up over her belly. She had on cute blue underpants. He glanced up at her wide eyes, grinning cheekily, then he winked and bit her crotch through the thin fabric. He tasted her softly, drawing the lovely scent of her sex into his nostrils. He then peeled the elastic leg of her underwear aside and licked her, earning a squeal and a clutch of her nails in his hair as her body writhed and her legs attempted to close.

Nick stretched the fabric clear out of the way and kissed his woman’s opening deeply and tenderly, extending his tongue to taste her sweet warmth and pressing against her inner thigh as her legs parted quite deliberately. The fingers in his hair still gripped, but they also pulled him closer. Her body undulated, and her belly shuddered as he reached up her dress and grabbed a breast. He worked his hand beneath her bra to feel the soft globe bare. Her chest was shuddering too. She was half moaning, half whimpering. Nick sucked on her tender folds and massaged her engorged little button. She was pulling his hair and grinding her opening against his mouth. He kissed her bush and her belly, lifting from his knees and getting on top of her, and he kept her underpants stretched aside as he guided his penis, then he took her head in his hands and rolled his pelvis to surge up inside of her…..

From Wallflower Girl

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