Thursday, May 24, 2012

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.

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  1. Heeheehee, gave me the giggles. There is always a way to work around the kids :)

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    1. I always feel vaguely wrong, somehow, but so long as he's young enough not to notice anything amiss, I suppose we're golden. :)

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  2. It's like reading a teenage love story only now it's the adults who are "hiding" it! LOL

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    1. Sometimes it's really really hard to resist, and I do feel like a teenager in love. We'd not expected him to feel the need to share the movie with us play-by-play though.

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  3. Finding time for each other with little ones under foot is always such a challenge. I think its fun having to sneak around. This morning we had to hide out in the laundry room :)

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    1. In some ways it is fun - in some other ways it's so incredibly frustrating. But we made that choice, and mostly we're happy with it.

      Oh, just to have a laundry room. :)

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  4. I could have written this. And I actually got pregnant from exactly such an episode...

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    1. Oh, wow. No danger of pregnancy on us, but you know what? It's awesome to know we're not the only folks sneaking sex.

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  5. Good for you for watching that movie! And for being able to keep a straight face, I'm always so flushed, I don't know that I could do it!

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    1. Oh, wow, I dunno about straight face. I managed not to make a lot of noise, but my husband'd be the one managing the straight face and the even voice... I was pretty much nothing but a squeak that last time the little one came along.

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