My new husband, Treyton, and I came home a few days early from our wonderful honeymoon in the valley, not because of fighting or arguing or any early marital issues at all, but neither of us could fully relax knowing how much unpacking and sorting would be waiting for us in the house we bought and moved into mere weeks before the wedding. Most of the large pieces, such as furniture, sizable appliances, etc. were the first to be brought in. However, we hadn't realized how many picture frames, letters, posters, coffee mugs and whatever we had accumulated over the years until we were packing for the move!
Fortunately, my parents taught me a rather methodical technique to packing for such occasion at a young age; pack and label by room. They described it as 'putting together the pieces of a puzzle', as each room is completed, another piece of the puzzle that is your home, is added.
After hours and hours of moving and placing and rearranging, Treyton and I are exhausted but also relieved and a bit thrilled to be done. We order Chinese delivery for lunch and veg on our cozy couch as we surf through the channels.
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While the two of us wallow in our fullness, together, my hubby absentmindedly strokes his hand up and down my arm, kissing the top of my head. I snuggle against his chest, enjoying the soft rumble as he hums, burrowing in a bit deeper. A few minutes of quiet pass, so much so that part of me wonders if he's fallen asleep, though I wouldn't mind the calm, steady thudding of his heart lulling me to sleep, to be honest. Then I feel the heat of his fingers folding into mine and the soft pressure of his lips on my head. "Hey wife," he quietly mumbles.
"Yes husband," I answer back, already somewhere between awake and asleep in his arms.
"I was just thinking..." he murmurs, and I answer with a hum. "We didn't exactly get a chance to properly enjoy our alone time,".
"Mmmmm, you're right. How do you think we should fix that, stud?"
Turning me in his arms, Treyton's eyes suggestively glow, and his lips curve in an enticing smirk, as his hardness presses my sex through the too-small gym shorts covering it.
"Give me a three-minute head start then meet me in the bathroom, handsome," I say, putting a hand to his chest, a big mistake as Treyton is only wearing a thin wifebeater shirt, allowing my hyperalert fingertips to feel the strong muscles of his chest and wind my libido tighter than a bank vault. He notices the flare in my eyes and chuckles deep in his throat as I reluctantly scamper off.
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Shutting the door behind me, I cross my arms and pull my old, raggedy college shirt off and plop right onto the closed toilet to loosen and slip of my Sperry's. I stand back up and shimmy my shorts down my legs, then step out of them before pulling open the top draw of the vanity.
I give myself a little spritz of the perfume I happen to know is his favorite on me, admiring my white lace bra and panties set for a quick second, and shuffle through drawer for something to tie up my hair with. I flip my head to gather all of my pale blond hair in a quick ponytail since I can't get enough of his lips on my neck, then feel the warmth of palms on my hips and see two strong, tan legs behind mine. "I thought I was going to get three minutes to get ready for you, Trey," I say standing up and seeing the reflection of the attractive man behind me.
"You know I'm bad at math sweetheart," he mumbles, his face pressed to the side of my temple, his tepid breath on my skin.
My knees weaken within seconds, and I put a hand on his bicep as the other grasps around his neck to keep myself standing. The fingers on my lower waist send possessive vibes that remind me this man will protect me until the end, and I melt into him at the touch of his lips on the rim of my ear, my lady-parts longing and begging for us to move along so they can feel complete again as he fills me. "Of my fffff...Trreyt..."
The home we bought is very modern and the bathroom in the main section of the house happens to feature a door that leads to a breezeway-type corridor in the back of the house. Fortunately, the walls are two-way glass, or our new neighbors would get a show as Treyton gently turns me away from the vanity and presses me to the wall,.
Our bodies move together as I'm flattened, his tongue torturing the outer edge of my ear before doing the same along my jawline. We become a mangled fusion of skin, bones, and lust as we thoroughly embrace our 'newlywed' status. Trey cradles the back of my head, whispering "Jenni" as quiet as a ghost, pulling my hips in so that his restrained cock throbs against my pussy. Our tongues glide everywhere they can in each other's mouths.
Nothing but sexuality fills the air as I briefly slip from his arms and step into the hallway, my husband right behind me. He closes the door as our bodies are drawn back together so close that a slip of paper would have trouble fitting between us as we have a searing hot kiss. "The universe would never let anyone as incredible as you be mine,". My hands dig into his sandalwood hair and hold him close, as if he'd even think of pulling away.
A single finger trails down his face then traces over his lips while I whisper, "Then let's enjoy this before it finds out,". The echoing sounds of our kissing turns me on harder as we softly stumble together. Treyton and I only break the kiss when our lungs burn due to lack of oxygen, and even then, I still feel the faint touch of his lips and the heaviness of his breath on my shoulder.
I turn my head to the side as my husband catches enough breath to begin a soft sweep of his mouth slowly up and down my neck. He tenderly palms and swats my ass, my body smoothly twisting so that my back is to his manly chest and his stiffness kisses the top of my panties. Trey isn't a man who goes right for a woman's treasure the minutes it's available, and that's one of the first reasons I began to fall so deeply for him, the fact that's he's invested in both of us getting the best out of intimacy a not just himself.
Soft moans slip from my throat as his patient, sensual hands wander my figure. My hand faintly holds his, guiding to the moist cotton of my underwear, myself wanting him to know just how turned on I feel despite my inability to form words right now. He gives my shoulder a tender, massaging squeeze, melting away all tension left in my being.
His fingers trail across my back and sneak under the band of my bra, "Your skin is smoother than glass," he whispers into my ear, his fingers sliding out from under the band and seamlessly unlocking the clasp. Treyton slips two fingers under each shoulder straps, burrowing his lips into the crevice of my neck as they slide under each, briefly down my chest until the straps droop on my upper arms, the drift down, slowly exposing my naked chest as my bra falls to the floor with a meager thump.
I whimper as his body heat caresses me, his hands taking a lazy river style tour of me. I turn back to face him, his lips meeting mine halfway through, his hands continuing on my back as our carnal lips carry on with deep-rooted passion. My hand moves to the bulge concealed by his briefs rubbing, petting, and squeezing the hefty package inside as I whimper, "babe..please...o my god please". Trey absentmindedly strokes his thumb up and down between my shoulder blades as our mouths slant and our tongues swirl. Very carefully, he walks me backwards against another wall and with a rather sexy, low growl he takes my mouth a breathtaking kiss that would've sent me to my knees if I weren't held so air-tight already.
Treyton mercifully grants me a chance to take in a few breaths, my mind so focused on consuming air that I barely acknowledge his thumbs weaving in and hooking to the waist of my undies until he begins his slow, seductive descent to the floor, his faint mumble, "Its so fucking..." his words trailing off, his mouth instead kissing every few inches of my bare skin.
The mischievous gleam in his eyes tells me that I'm in for some hearty cunnilingus, my hands flying to his robust shoulders.
