Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance | Tags: oral sex, married couple, romantica
He looked at her incredulously. She raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to oppose her.
“You really are killing me.” He placed his hands on both sides of her waist.
He took another sharp breath when she gently ran her hands up and down his thighs to his groin. The sensations brought by her feather-light caresses had him clenching his butt cheeks and his abdomen.
“You better stop teasing before I forget that I’m not supposed to fuck you.”
She held his hands. As she leaned over him, her lace-clad breasts barely grazing his chest, she positioned his hands over his head.
“Don’t say bad words,” she whispered into his ear.
She straightened up. Eyes never leaving his, Mia made a show if slowly untying the silk ribbons that held her nightie together. She shook her head when he started reaching for her.
“Keep your hands there,” she ordered.
She slowly, slid the thin straps of her shoulder until the lace sleepwear dropped like a pool to her waist.
“You’re so beautiful,” Dave murmured, in awe of the beauty that was his wife.
“And you love me.” It wasn’t a question.
“And I love you.”
She took her nightgown and once again leaned over him, her bare breasts scraping his naked chest. The feel of her skin on his was a decadent pleasure.
“Let’s make you love me more,” she murmure...
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Reluctance, Romance | Tags: Romance, couple sex, married couple
I wrote and posted this story on another site under a different username. So here ya go.
“Hey,” he planted a soft kiss on her temple as he came up behind her. She was chopping vegetables in the counter, in his kitchen. He smiled. He could get used to this scene. “I’m home.”
“Hey, how was your day?” She tilted her head and gave him a quick peck on his lips. She frowned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“We sound so domesticated.”
He let out a small laugh. “Hon, that’s not surprising.” He reached for her right hand and pried the kitchen knife out if it. He caressed the simple white gold band on her ring finger, a ring that was identical to his. “This qualifies as a domestic relationship, don’t you think?”
“Speaking of which, I need you to behave or I’ll never be able to make us dinner,” Mia said as she grabbed his other hand which was already latched on her breast.
“Behaving is not allowed when I’m with you,” he whispered in her ear. He felt her shiver when he lightly nipped her earlobe. He pressed his pelvis unto her, making her feel his erection.
“Ahm… I have to… make…dinner…” she stuttered....