I want to savor this. Honestly, I’m not sure I can take this slow because the second his pants are off, I’m going climb him like a damn tree.
Sam pushes his jeans down, then kicks them off, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs. His ass looks amazing in them. All round and perky still. It’s too bad mine isn’t nearly as resilient as his. Two children have played havoc with my body. But Sam seems to like it. Heck, I think he likes it even more now than he did when we first started dating.
Facing me, my husband places his thumbs beneath the elastic band of his briefs, but I put my hand up to stop him. “Come here,” I say in that deep voice.
He steps closer, and I can see his erection clearly. The head is nearly poking out the top. Placing my hand at the base, I run it upward.
“Shit, Colette.”
“Feel good?”
“You know it does,” he says, arching his brow.
“How about this, then?” I push the front of his briefs down, and he pops free. I swipe the head with my tongue, then take him into my mouth. I’ve gotten super good at this. I did some extensive research on the subject, which Sam appreciated a great deal. According to him, my mouth should win awards.
If there were such a thing.
Maybe there are.
Note to self: google actual oral sex awards.
I feel his hand slide into my hair. Looking up at him, I note how dark his eyes have gotten. I feel him press into my mouth further. Not too much. He always lets me do this the way I want. Tonight, though, it’s not about him. It’s about me. Pulling away, I let him slide out of my mouth. “Step back,” I say in as commanding a voice as I can muster.
He takes one step back.
Standing, I command, “Undress me.” I’d like to add “and make it snappy,” but I keep it simple.
Sam makes quick work of my clothing, leaving me in my new bra and panty set. It’s lavender, like the one on our first date. I can’t wear the old set anymore, because my boobs aren’t that size anymore, and my ass, well, see above. It’s not that size anymore either.
“Love this.” He slides his fingers along the strap of the bra. I feel him tug it down over my shoulder, which brings back all those good memories of our first date.
“Stop lollygagging.”
Sam’s chuckle is a low rumble. “Yes, ma’am.”
He unhooks my bra and pulls it off and away. That’s when I get a genius idea… “On your knees.”
Sam is on his knees in seconds, pulling my panties off right along with him. Kicking those off, I look down at him. I run my fingers through his hair that’s got quite a bit of gray in it now. It’s hot. That hasn’t changed. Hell, I think he’s even sexier now than he was when I first spotted him washing his truck.
In my sternest voice, I ask, “What are you waiting for?”
Sam places his face at my center. I hear him breathe in my scent. He still loves that part of me. Sometimes I’ll wake up in the morning and he’s just staring at it. And while, yes, that sounds creepy, I rather like it. Sue me.
“Open those pretty legs for me. Let me look at that gorgeous pussy.”
I swear that’s all it takes for me to orgasm. It was a small one caused by the man with the dirtiest mouth this side of the Mississippi. I love it. With my hand on his head, I give it some pressure. “Stop talking and do as I say.”
Stepping back, I think about sitting on the sofa again, but then I think of our children and the fact they eat snacks there and watch television. Instead, I glance at the coffee table and decide it can be easily disinfected when we’re done. Sitting down, I lean back and open my legs.
“Get to work.”
God. I love being the boss like this.
Sam moves closer, walking on his knees. When he gets to me, he places his hands on my thighs, running his palms between my legs as he presses, opening me up even more. “Such a pretty pussy.” His mouth is on me in no time, and magic happens. His tongue sweeps through me and ends up on my clit. There he swirls and sucks and nibbles until I’m so squirmy, I don’t think I’m going to last very long. Suddenly, he stops using his mouth and places his finger inside. It’s not what I want. I didn’t ask for that.
“Sam,” I pant. “Use your mouth.”
“In due time.”
