I am lying in the tub after a long day and my mind wanders to a time when my husband and I were still dating and how we once made out on the balcony in a skyscraper in Chicago. With all the lights from the city shining into the balcony on that Chicago night it had been magical. That make out session was the first time I’d realized how good he was at my breasts. My nipples perk in remembrance, but I am bothered by my longings. Yesterday we hadn’t had sex due to the new year’s eve celebration we’d attended and since my husband had said earlier that he felt a head ache coming on I am sure we wouldn’t get to have any fun tonight either.
The shower curtain draws back at that moment.
”Do you want to have a quickie?” My husband asks casually.
Whoa, a quickie? This is too good to be true, I’m thinking on the inside, but I shrug and say, “Uh, sure.”
He heads to our bedroom and I quickly dry off from the bath, drain the tub, and hug my bathrobe around me knowing—with thumping heart anticipation—it will be coming off soon. My husband is taking off his clothes as I walk into our room. He’s so hot. I love the way the dim light of our lamp casts shadows on his smooth hard skin and how every muscle on his lean, tall body is accentuated by the shadows. His pants slide down his narrow hips and I feel myself moisten. He sits on the bed his penis semi-erect already.
Still in my bathrobe, I approach him and kneel at his side. I bend and take him in my mouth. He hardens at the touch of my tongue and moans. His hands fist in my hair and he tugs. I take him in further and massage his balls with my fingers. Raising my head I run my tongue from his navel downward and then around the base of his shaft. My husband sits up and puts his fingers under my chin to lift my face upward. He removes my bathrobe from my shoulders and my nipples harden from exposure. His hands reach for one of my breasts and I shiver into his touch. My body is thrumming with need and my eyes go down to his erection.
“I want to ride you so bad,” I breathe.
“I knew it.” His eyes glint mischievously then his mouth covers my nipple and his tongue swirls its center, sending shocks of pleasure all the way to my groin.
I groan and can’t contain myself. The bathrobe is thrown off and I straddle him. His hands grasp around my butt and then he spanks me hard. I give a scream of excitement and bring myself down on his erection. He fills me up and I nearly come at the penetration, my body shudders and I move up and down against him. His hips come up forcing me upward and I scream.
“Oh yes! Again!” I shout at him. It hasn’t even been more than a minute and I’m so ready. When he said quickie he wasn’t joking.
He does it once more and I explode around him, I am screaming, but the words I say I do not know for at that moment I am not of this world but in a place of ecstasy where only he and I exist. I feel the orgasm all the way to the tip of my toes. I move and thrust against him.
“Come for me again, baby!” He orders and pushes himself deeper inside until all I feel is him and only him filling me.
The air leaves my lungs and I violently come again, falling and flowing with the waves in my ocean of pleasure. He’s close I can feel him throbbing inside me as I move up and down his length. His hands grasp my hips and he moves me against himself and I explode in orgasm again, my moisture in a pool around him as he finds release inside me with a shout.
I collapse against him and feel the beating of our hearts melded as one. There are no words to describe how powerful of a connection I feel when I’m with him.
“How was that for a quickie?” He asks breathless with a hoarse laugh.
“That was so, so good,” I whisper in his ear.
“By the way, the headache is completely gone,” he says with a wink and helps me off of him so our bodies can cool, but remains close to me minutes afterward. We lie beside each other and enjoy the afterglow.
The next day I can’t stop thinking or tingling with excitement upon remembering our “quickie”.
The shower curtain draws back at that moment.
”Do you want to have a quickie?” My husband asks casually.
Whoa, a quickie? This is too good to be true, I’m thinking on the inside, but I shrug and say, “Uh, sure.”
He heads to our bedroom and I quickly dry off from the bath, drain the tub, and hug my bathrobe around me knowing—with thumping heart anticipation—it will be coming off soon. My husband is taking off his clothes as I walk into our room. He’s so hot. I love the way the dim light of our lamp casts shadows on his smooth hard skin and how every muscle on his lean, tall body is accentuated by the shadows. His pants slide down his narrow hips and I feel myself moisten. He sits on the bed his penis semi-erect already.
Still in my bathrobe, I approach him and kneel at his side. I bend and take him in my mouth. He hardens at the touch of my tongue and moans. His hands fist in my hair and he tugs. I take him in further and massage his balls with my fingers. Raising my head I run my tongue from his navel downward and then around the base of his shaft. My husband sits up and puts his fingers under my chin to lift my face upward. He removes my bathrobe from my shoulders and my nipples harden from exposure. His hands reach for one of my breasts and I shiver into his touch. My body is thrumming with need and my eyes go down to his erection.
“I want to ride you so bad,” I breathe.
“I knew it.” His eyes glint mischievously then his mouth covers my nipple and his tongue swirls its center, sending shocks of pleasure all the way to my groin.
I groan and can’t contain myself. The bathrobe is thrown off and I straddle him. His hands grasp around my butt and then he spanks me hard. I give a scream of excitement and bring myself down on his erection. He fills me up and I nearly come at the penetration, my body shudders and I move up and down against him. His hips come up forcing me upward and I scream.
“Oh yes! Again!” I shout at him. It hasn’t even been more than a minute and I’m so ready. When he said quickie he wasn’t joking.
He does it once more and I explode around him, I am screaming, but the words I say I do not know for at that moment I am not of this world but in a place of ecstasy where only he and I exist. I feel the orgasm all the way to the tip of my toes. I move and thrust against him.
“Come for me again, baby!” He orders and pushes himself deeper inside until all I feel is him and only him filling me.
The air leaves my lungs and I violently come again, falling and flowing with the waves in my ocean of pleasure. He’s close I can feel him throbbing inside me as I move up and down his length. His hands grasp my hips and he moves me against himself and I explode in orgasm again, my moisture in a pool around him as he finds release inside me with a shout.
I collapse against him and feel the beating of our hearts melded as one. There are no words to describe how powerful of a connection I feel when I’m with him.
“How was that for a quickie?” He asks breathless with a hoarse laugh.
“That was so, so good,” I whisper in his ear.
“By the way, the headache is completely gone,” he says with a wink and helps me off of him so our bodies can cool, but remains close to me minutes afterward. We lie beside each other and enjoy the afterglow.
The next day I can’t stop thinking or tingling with excitement upon remembering our “quickie”.
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