As I laid on the bed preparing to go to sleep, my husband pulled his blue striped shirt over his head and removed his glasses. He shrugged out of his jeans and stood next to the bed in only his boxers.
As I sleep naked, I was already stripped down as he pulled the ceiling fan cord and the lights went out.
We keep a black-light on in our room to serve as a night light when our two year old wanders into our room at night. Thankfully, the boy is sleeping in his own bed tonight. As my husband slides under the covers next to me, I can see him perfectly; his skin glowing faintly in the purple light.
"Come here," I breathe as he rolls toward me.
"It's nearly ten, and we both have to work in the morning," he sighs, sounding annoyed. But I know this is just a play, as I can already see a tent start to form in the blankets.
He rolls onto his right side to face me. I scoot close to him, melding my body into his.
We fit perfectly together.
He extends his right arm so I can rest my head on his bicep, away from the hard, blue cast which protects his forearm. My farmer of a husband had gotten into a fight with a bull recently, the useless thing.
I smile, snuggle in closer to him, and gently brush my lips against his. He sighs, pulling me deeper into the kiss. His fingers entangle themselves in my hair and I melt. His tongue begs entrance to my mouth, which I oblige.
My body is burning for him.
His left hand makes its way down my neck, tracing invisible patterns and running a shiver down my spine. His fingers graze the side of my breast and down my waist. His large hand firmly grasps my thigh and pulls my knee up onto his hip, spreading my legs.
I moan into his mouth.
Before he can touch me, I use my position to roll him into his back. My mouth leaves his and I kiss down his neck and across his collarbone. My hand comes up and I lightly rake my nails down his side, from his armpit to his hip. I nibble a trail from his chest down to his belly button.
I slip a finger under the waistband of his shorts and slide them down as he lifts his hips.
His hard on springs free. I look his member up and down, hungrily.
I grip the shaft near the base and move his dick out of my way. I tickle the trimmed area just above his penis with my tongue. I lick around the base, then slowly up the shaft. I lightly suck on the very end of the head, teasing. Then, in one quick motion, I swallow him whole, taking as much into my mouth as I can. He bucks his hips, pushing deeper into my throat and grunts softly.
I slowly work my head and hand up and down. I twist my hand back and forth as I suck his cock. My hand then travels south, lightly gripping his balls and grazing over the smooth skin just underneath. My mouth and hand switch places as I suck his balls into my mouth. I extend my tongue underneath his balls and lick gently. He spreads his legs wider, and I scratch the inside of his thigh with my free hand, digging my nails in slightly. His hands grip my hair and he pulls me up toward his face. He kisses my mouth hard, forcefully, as he moans.
I'm getting him too close.
He rolls me onto my back and moves close to me. As he lays on his right side, his left hand rubs my breast. He rolls my nipple between his fingers and it hardens quickly. He soon covers it with his mouth, the messages my other breast, working on the other nipple. My breathing quickens, becomes more erratic. I can feel my face growing hot as a flush creeps up my neck.
He keeps his mouth on my breast and moves his hand down my stomach, lightly tickling me. I squirm underneath him, but he uses his weight to hold me still. My legs part automatically as he nears my womanhood.
