Sneaky

"I want you so badly," I whisper against his chest. Our bedroom door is wide open, our little one watching a video in the other room, randomly coming to interrupt our after-dinner snuggles with the goings-on in the movie.

We are kissing, stroking each other. He tastes of the wine he'd been sipping at an event that kept him from coming home for an extra hour, making me miss him even more than normal. He's intoxicating me, but I'll have to wait.

My hand rests on his hard cock and he whispers a moan. "You want that, baby?"

"I do," I respond, my mouth watering as I stroke and squeeze it.

"Does it go inside you?" he whispers.

I shudder against his chest and squeeze his cock again, nodding my head and moaning softly at the mere suggestion of him penetrating me.

"Which part of you does it go in?" he asks, clearly liking the physical effect his line of questioning is having on me.

"All of them," I whisper, a quake in my voice. I duck my head down to quickly suck on the head. He grips my hair and pulls it slowly as I do, but releases me when I move my head back up to his chest.

Our little one comes in then to tell us about the movie. Fingers torment my nipples under the blanket, making my mouth open in soundless gasps against his chest while he responds to the little one casually, sending him off again to watch.

"God, I want you," I whisper when we're alone again, my lips fastening to his and kissing him like my life depends on it.

"You should turn over and let me give myself to you then," he suggests. I shudder, his words impacting me like an erotic blow. We can't. We shouldn't. Not my decision. I turn over, pressing back against him, and then he is penetrating my wet pussy from behind with his hardness and it feels so big that I slap the bed and stifle a squeal. He grips my hip, the back of my head, just uses me, pulls me against him as he thrusts into me hard and fast, and I am biting my lip to keep silent despite the overwhelming rightness of it all. This is what I'm for.

He erupts inside me, finding a need to stifle his own noises of pleasure. We are sweaty, sticking together as I roll back into his arms, breathing hard, kissing him, stroking his face, gazing into those eyes of his that look at me as if they could devour me whole. I thank him for the interlude, I want nothing more than to stay there in his arms forever...

But we promised we'd watch the end of the movie. So we gather our wits about us, and our clothes, and we do what we'd promised.