I sat in an armchair in our bedroom, staring out the window and puzzling over how I would fix a problem at work. If I didn't figure out what to write next, I'd surely be in trouble. I was stumped, and in a bad mood. I didn't hear you come in, and I startled when you slid onto my lap.
"Is everything okay?"
I sighed and wrapped my arms around you and closed my eyes. "Just stressed, that's all."
I felt you rub my cheek and opened my eyes to see concern etched on your face. "Can I do anything to help?"
I smiled and reached between us to put my fingers between your legs. "Sure, baby. I can always use you to destress."
You blush and I feel your panties slightly soak. I move the fabric and push my thumb inside you, making you moan. You clench around me and bite your lip.
"Please..." you whisper, your hands clenching my arms. I smile and push my thumb further inside you.