"Let me help you feel better."
"Huh? What do you mean, baby?"
"I know it's been a rough week, and that you're still stressed out." Here, she slipped a hand over his cheek, eyelids half-lowered. "Take that stress out on me. I can handle it."
"You're sure?"
"Positive."
"Okay. Just let me know if I get too rough."
"Will do." Pause for a kiss. "Now...what do you want to do tonight?"
"You." Sexy growl. "Over, and over, and over again. I want to explore you, feel you respond, here you begging me for more. Starting right now."
In a swift motion he removed her tanktop and pulled her hair out of its ponytail. A little blush, a small smile. No reluctance. No move to cover up. He licked his lips, then pulled her closer. One hand remained n her waist while the other slipped downward. Stealthy fingers roamed under her shorts, exploring the sweet secret he felt privileged to know. Soft, warm. Slick already, the little lips already wet with anticipation and arousal. His index finger teased over her clit, treating the sensitive nub to tantalizing strokes that made her writhe in his arms.
"Unh!"
"Feel good?"
"Mn-hn.."
"You're gonna love this, then..."
Without further explanation he plunged two fingers deep into her, thrusting hungrily. She cried out, wriggling, writhing, rubbing against him.
"M...more. Please."
"As you wish." He nibbled her ear. His fingers sped up, thumb somehow managing to stroke her amidst the frenzy. "You're so close, baby..."
Indeed she was. His motions changed, fingers stroking in a way he knew would bring her over the edge. She came almost violently. Body trembling, breathing in harsh gasps. He held her close, treating her to kisses and little affectionate whispers until the storm subsided.
"Ready for bed?"
"M-hm. Not really sleepy, though."
"I think we both know sleep's not on the immediate agenda."
Her response was a sweet, undeniably sexy giggle.
After he carried her to bed she surprised him by making the first move. She scooted closer and got to work on unbuttoning his pants. No objections were raised. His dick, on the other hand....well, that wasn't really helped by the way she stroked over the front of his briefs.
"May I pleasure you? Please?"
"Yes." Another growl. This one turned into a pleased sigh-purr as she relieved him of underwear. The motion was accompanied with feather-soft strokes and kisses down his legs. She stroked his shaft slowly at first. He made another purring sound. One of his hands traced around her shoulder and back before tangling into her hair. Another stroke was paired with a lick from hilt to tip.
"Mmmmm. Damn, girl..." Free hand ruffling his hair, head tilted back in absolute ecstasy. She took this as motivation. Her own hands focused on stroking and pumping. At the same time, she kissed and licked the head of his dick. Slowly, surely, he began moving in time with her strokes.
"You're leaking, sweetie..." A flick of her tongue took care of that immediate problem, but started another. He wanted to come, to cover her in his release. Even more, though, he wanted to lose himself inside her. That desire won out.
"S...stop." She complied, one eyebrow quirked.
"Somethin' wrong?"
"Y-yeah. I'm not deep inside you yet, and I need to be." As he spoke he tugged her shorts down, then gently helped her lay back.
"Ohh...!!!" He slipped into her, turning her response into a sweet sigh. "That's...mnnn...definitely an improvement."
"Agreed..."
He nibbled her bottom lip and started moving inside her. Slick, delicious friction, paired with her sighs and other sounds, motivated him. He forgot about stress, work, everything but how good it felt, how damn perfect it felt, to be fucking his incredible woman.
Until that incredible woman pulled his hair. Not a lover's tug, but a "hey, I need your attention" pull. He froze.
"What's wrong?"
"Too much. You..you were hurting me."
"Oh..shit...sorry, baby." His thrusts resumed at a considerably, considerately, slower pace. "Better?"
"Mmhm. Much." Deep kiss. His hand moved to her ass, grabbing for momentum.
"Mnh...so close..."
"Good..Come for me..." Her voice was low, words accompanied by an ear nibble. Motivation. He came with a grunt that quickly transformed into a harsh profanity.
Afterwards, laying together, he couldn't help noticing her expression. Hints of frown played at her eyes and mouth.
"Sorry about earlier."
"Forget it, alright...?"
"Okay. I'll forget it...if you let me make it up to you." He took her hand. Kissed her fingers. "Let me help you feel good now. Let me kiss you...touch you...taste you...all over."
His words made her blush.
"Deal..."
*With that he started kissing her. Mouth. Cheek. Jawline. Neck. Collarbone. His hands roamed to her chest, kneading and caressing. Thumbs brushed over nipples, eliciting a gasp in response. She tangled both hands into his hair, arching her back to allow him better access. Gently, so gently, he pushed her breasts together then flicked his tongue against the swell of cleavage. Kisses and licks paired with gentle pinches and strokes brought out a moan, a sound that was music to his ears. She slipped a hand from his hair, relocating to stroke a certain sweet spot between her legs.
"Stop that. Move your hand."
"Huh? Why?"
"I want to be the one working you up tonight. Playing with yourself detracts from that. Now stop. Please?"
"Okay...but...only if your tongue replaces my finger."
"Oh, trust me, baby. It will, in due time. You know I can't resist a taste of my favorite treat."
He took his time. His hands remained on her boobs at first while his mouth traveled downward. Tender, reverent, loving kisses peppered her tummy. He brought both hands down, letting his fingers trace over the silvery little stretch marks there.
She exhaled, a clearly happy little sigh that warmed his heart and made him smile. He looked up...and was elated to see her smiling back at him.
"I feel like I haven't said this enough this week, but...I love you."
"It's alright. You've had a lot on your mind lately." She quirked her head and stroked his hair. "I love you too, by the way. Always."
"Definitely always."
*He took her free hand and gently kissed her fingers. "May I hold your hand?"
"Y-you mean while you're getting...ahm...cunning with your tongue...?"
"That's exactly what I mean. I know how you like my tongue, baby." Here he wiggled his eyebrows and flicked that same tongue against her tummy. Her response was a shiver and a giggle.
"Go ahead. Hold my hand. That talented tongue of yours needs to go lower, though."
