Want Some Company

With local conventions happening all over the city, this week has been pretty busy at work as I am the concierge at a very high-class hotel,

Il Giardino Rose.

After a full week of making dinner reservations, giving directions to here or there, recommendations of where to get the best pasta, or what movie theatre offers the best concession choices, I am more than happy to arrive home and take off my polyester standard grey suit jacket and pencil skirt, pull out the pin holding my hair in a tight bun, and take off the modest business appropriate heels that have been killing my feet since noon.

So lost in my thoughts of work and scheduling everything, I never even heard the sounds of the shower running, my very delicious, trim husband undoubtedly naked. I remove the remainder of my

clothes,

proud of my clean treasures and humble B-cup beauties.

Walking into the remarkable marble and white stone bathroom Quill had given me as a wedding gift three years ago, my small footsteps are muffled by the soft sounds of our rainfall shower head. Catching a glance, I notice that my lover's at full mast as is, knowing that means two things; the first being that he's thinking about something, likely me, in romantic, maybe naughty, context, and secondly that only good things are in store. My husband doesn't notice me standing at the open doorway until I reach out and gently touch his arm. He turns to face me and I let him look me up and down taking in my bare form, then I quietly offer, "I thought you might want some company," gingerly stepping in to join him when he responds, "Yours? Always," tipping my chin up as we move in to each other for a kiss.

Moving closer also means letting the warm water slide down my skin and caress my body whilst we kiss. I feel it drip down my back and slip into the crevice between my cheeks. The combined sensations of that and the sparks I still feel every time my husband and I put our lips together sends sensual shudders through me.

I grasp his shaft with one hand, cradling his sack with the other, slowly stroking up then down as our mouths carry on. After the briefest pause for air, Quill leans towards me again, kissing me with open lips as his hands hold my small breasts. I kiss him right back in the same manner, entangling my tongue with his as my husband's fingers trace the contour of my chest.

Wordlessly, I place a hand square in the center of his toned pecs, tenderly pressing him back to the bench built into our shower for leg shaving and such, lowering to my knees on the smooth stone floor. Then I wrap my fingers around his base and gradually, softly kiss the head of his beautiful dick, staring into his eyes. Then I kiss it again, moaning, "It's so magnificent Honey," my finger tracing over the tip. I lick it teasingly, his cock jumping a little as if being shocked. Next I swirl my tongue all around it like most do with leaking ice cream cones. I love twirling my tongue around the pronounced edge where the shaft becomes the head. I retract my tongue and sit back on my knees looking up at his face again.

Quill then gathers all of my now-soaked hair, holding it over my shoulder as I lightly hold his cock straight up against his stomach, dragging my tongue up from balls to head, before wrapping my lips around it, my hand taking hold of the shaft, as I deliver my best work to date.

As I finish with his wonderful hard on, I drag my tongue up his entire body then plunge it deep into his mouth, holding each side of his face while his muscled arms lock around me, straddling his lap on the bench. My husband tightens his hold even more before reaching lower and slapping his enlarged cock on my ass. I take the hint, smiling onto his naughty lips, rising just enough so that he can lead his cock toward my pussy and ease myself right down on him.

Quill suddenly stands upright and I cling to him like a baby monkey as he shuts off the water, seeing as clearly neither of us are actually interested in bathing, in the same moment that the two of us bounce me up and down relentlessly! Our kissing is incredible, moans harmonized by the sharp quick *smack* of my ass on his thighs.

His speed picks up and I cling to him so tight that I'm sure my nails are leaving permanent scars on his skin. I can't hold back the moans and whimpers oozing from my mouth as he drives into me without remorse! The evidence of my orgasm quickly drips down my wet legs as he lets me down, only so I can then turn, planting a foot on the seat and push against the wall with the opposite hand.

My spare hand toggles my clit and gives it few slaps as my amazing husband thrusts his impeccable rod in and out of my needing, craving pussy, unyielding in his mission to bring me to another release!

******

My husband having removed us from the shower, placing me on my back on the cold stormy marble housing our soaking tub, I hurry to raise my legs as high as they can, my knees at my shoulders, as my right hand teases my clitoris and my left reaches around my leg, toying with my pussy as I stare at the man I love, daring him with my eyes to fuck me faster, stronger, better than ever! I very openly finger myself, working up those hormones and exciting juices, using a finger, sometimes two, to stir my trigger nub, sending Quill lustful looks and mumbling naughty things to him.

Soon enough it works, and he pulls the small lube bottle from the vanity drawer, sprays some in his hand, and coats his wonderful manhood before grabbing my open thighs, stretching them a bit wider, and shoving it all in in a flash of a very hot minute.

Quill bends and leans on top of me, and I wrap my legs around him to bring him even closer. It feels brilliant to have his brawny weight on me, holding me right where he wants me. Our kissing continues as he begins his thrust again, the tips of our tongues dancing a darling bouncing dance amidst our mouths. I'm amazed, but in no way disappointed, at how solid and hard he is still. My eyes roll back as his speed increase, my husband cradling my head in his manly hand as the holds my hip and lower back. The instant my next peak hits, I gasp then scream a muted scream, Quill moaning as my pussy squeezes his cock.

Gently slowing his probing, my man carries on with his steady pushes as I fondle his nuts, entranced by the breathtaking feelings throughout my body!

I grab hold of the sturdy bathtub faucet once we've switched places, my husband bucking like a mad man, driving into me relentlessly. I whimper, seeing that spark in his eyes that indicates only one thing on his mind: dual orgasms. Cries leak from my mouth as I feel myself inching closer, then gasp as Quill grabs hold of my hip, signaling that he is as well.

After what felt like forever, my pussy virtually erupts, tensing and clenching his shaft as he fucks me wildly! I feel the tepid cum seeping out of me, oozing down his shaft and into his sandy blonde pubes as my peak sends out more and more evident of pinnacle erotic bliss!

Mere seconds later my husband ejects wave after wave of his own juices, our beautiful elixir being concocted by my pussy. Our combined nectar starts to leak onto my thigh as he adds more and more jizz to the mix.

I raise my hips allowing the exhausted cock to flop out, moving down onto the stone beside my husband and placing a hand on his heaving chest, Quill flexing an impressive bicep, tucking a hand beneath his head. My finger traces ambiguous shapes as I mumble, "I hope you weren't planning on getting too clean,".

He draws me in closer, my figure covering half of him, uttering, "Not a chance," placing a deep loving kiss between my brows and moving my hand from his chest to his taut six pack. "Have I told you how much a love you recently?" he murmurs into my hair, and I answer, "I've got a pretty good idea," my eyes taking in his and my fatigued bodies.