I'm not sure how long I was out for, but when I awoke, I was alone in the bed. I bolted up straight, looking around for where he had gone, and found his shirt on the floor. I slipped it on, buttoning a couple of buttons, and padded out of the bedroom to see if I could find him. As I walked around the corner, I could hear the water running in the bathroom. Ah....he was taking a shower! How fun would it be to join him? I tiptoed to the door and tested it gingerly. Locked. Oh well, maybe I can join him another time.
My stomach chose that moment to let out a loud protest, reminding me that I hadn't consumed much more than sugar and alcohol in recent memory. I meandered into the kitchen to see what I could whip up for a snack. Opening the fridge, I took out some cheese, meat, pickles and olives. I figured I could throw together a charcuterie board to tide me over. I grabbed the cutting board and a knife and got to work.
As I was cutting the cheese into slices, I heard the bathroom open from down the hall. His sent wafted down the hall on the steam from the shower, and like Pavlov's dogs I instantly got turned on. I was enjoying the scent so much that I didn't realize that he had walked up behind me until he was nuzzling my neck and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Hmm..... that looks good. I'm starving." he hummed. I laid down the knife I was holding and turned in his arms to kiss him soundly.
"I'm sure you are...." I teased looking down. He only had on my towel wrapped around his hips. It was slung so low that it was showing off the delectable 'v' trail of his abs leading towards his happy spot. I traced the grooves lightly with my fingertips before running them underneath the top edge of the towel. His lids grew heavy with lust under my movements.
"You do look VERY tasty wearing my towel" I purred. The towel did little to hide his growing excitement. I could feel my nipples ache to be touched as they rubbed against the inside of his shirt.
"You know, I'm never going to be able to wear that shirt again without picturing you in it. It really is the sexiest thing I've ever seen you wear" his hands settled on my hips. I curled my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and rose to my tiptoes to kiss him languidly. He slid his hands down to my ass and picked me up. As he turned back towards the bedroom, my stomach made its presence known with a large protest to still being empty.
He froze and slid me down his body till my feet were back on the ground. I whimpered as he backed up, holding me at arms length.
"I can't have you wasting away from hunger love. Can I help?" he scanned the groceries I had taken out of the fridge.
"I'm almost done. You interested?" I turned back towards the counter to continue preparing the nosh.
"Sure. " He started towards the fridge. "You want a drink?"
"I'd love one. There's white wine and beer in the fridge, as well as water and soda. Help yourself. I'll take a white wine if you don't mind."
The domestic nature of the two of us in the kitchen together, made me realized I how much I enjoyed just being able to spend time with him. As I finished putting the platter together, he found the wine glasses in my cabinets and opened the bottle of Riesling I had chilling in the fridge. He poured two glasses and came over to me.
"Cheers," he said, handing me my glass, we clinked drinks. I took a sip of the wine taking the time to enjoy the crisp sweetness and grabbed the completed platter. I started off towards the living room. He followed behind with his glass of wine and some napkins. I placed the platter on the coffee table and plopped down onto the couch. He sat down behind me, and sat his glass and the napkins next to the platter. Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me backwards between his legs until my back was snug against his chest.
"Mmmm. I could get used to this." he mumbled as he nuzzled the crook of my neck. I tilted my head to the side allowing him better access. "My incredibly sexy, satiated woman wearing my shirt, a good glass of wine, and a snack. Doesn't get much better." I closed my eyes and took a sip of wine, savoring the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. I sighed at the perfection of the moment. Of course my stomach chose that moment to once again complain about the lack of food in it. We both chuckled quietly as it broke the silence. I leaned forward, and placed my wine on the table. I picked up some cheese, meat and a pickle, popped the bite in my mouth and started to chew.
"What would you like?" As I leaned forward again to create a bite for him, he snaked his arm around my middle playfully pinning me back. I started to giggle and squirm as he kissed my neck growling. "You."
I turned my head and kissed him hard, my hand spanning his cheek. I savored the rumble in his chest as my lips touched his, reigniting the fire in my blood. Time stood still as we kissed, the passion between us roaring to life again. When I finally sat back, I reached over and popped an olive in my mouth and created a meat/cheese bite for him. I held the bite between my fingers as I offered it to him. He accepted it, wrapping his lips around both the food and my fingers sucking on them teasingly as I withdrew them from his mouth. As we chewed in silence, I couldn't get over how right this all felt. As though this was the life I should be leading, not hiding in the shadows like a dirty little secret. I sighed, the tears welling in my eyes involuntarily at the thought. I was reaching for another bite when he saw the tears threatening to fall.
"Sweetheart, why the tears? Is something wrong? I shook my head.
"Nothing's wrong and that's the point." He looked at me quizzically as I continued. "It's perfect. There is something SO RIGHT about this. About me being here in your arms, in just your shirt, enjoying a glass of wine, the afternoon and the company. I'm just about the happiest I've ever been." He laid me back on the couch as he hovered over me. He linked our fingers together on both hands and kissed me breathless.
"I have an idea. Why don't we disappear for the weekend? Somewhere we don't have to sneak around. Somewhere we can just be a couple and do couple things. Would you like that? I want to take you out, and show you off. I want to be the envy of every man in the room because you're with me. Then, I want to take you back to "our place", fuck you until we're both spent, and fall asleep with you wrapped in my arms. I want to be able to kiss you awake in the morning. I want to be able to hold your hand, draw you close to my side, or kiss you whenever the mood strikes me. I want you to be mine." He kissed the tip of my nose. "What do you say?" My heart soared at his suggestion. I sat up, pushing him back as I did.
"Wanna help me pack?"
"A little eager, are we? I thought we could play a little more before we left." His hand slipped under his shirt and skimmed it across my aching breast. I closed my eyes and arched into his touch, mewling in delight. He started kissing me again as he was kneading my breast, his other hand cupping my neck pulling me in closer and claiming me. I tugged at the towel around his waist, letting it fall to the ground and wrapped my legs around him. He entered me swiftly as he nipped at my neck behind my ear. I cried out in delight and shuddered from the delicious intrusion.
"Oh. My. God. I thought it was unbelievable the first time," he panted in my ear as he again let my body adjust to his. "But you really are amazing. It's like we were made for each other. The way your body responds is surreal..." He started to move in and out agonizingly slow. I panted with desire, arching my body more so he could satisfy the ache of my nipples. He propped himself up on his elbows and froze. My eyes popped open to find him staring at me.
"Mine."
And with that he claimed me. Totally and completely. His lips came crashing down hungerly on mine as he began to pound my swollen, wet pussy. With each thrust he would draw himself out to the tip, only to push to bury himself back inside me to the hilt. He punctuated each thrust with "Mine" as though he was saying a prayer or mantra. I couldn't hold back. The friction of his chest and shirt rubbing my engorged nipples, the sensation of my pussy gripping his velvety steel cock as it plummeted into my depths, had me screaming.
