“Every day is becoming more and more interesting,” she said.“I was going to buy the whole bed set but thought maybe you'd be interested in making the pieces for this space.”
“Yeah, that would be cool,” Mustang replied, looking about the room.“They will be here on Friday.Do you need funds for food and supplies for you and Apple while I'm gone?
“Yes, a few bills for extra groceries would be nice,” she said.
It was the first time she'd asked him for money.Suddenly, his chest seemed tight, and he felt all manly.She was handling him, and he didn't care.As her man, it was what he needed, and she was giving it to him.It may not seem like much to some, but to him, it spoke volumes.
His wife also saw him and understood what he needed.
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HELEN STOOD AT THEkitchen island with a glass of water in her hand.The longer she stared at her husband the warmer her hand, as well as her other parts of her body grew, ultimately, melting the ice.The last few months, she'd been so focused on becoming a great Technician that she’d felt as if she were falling short on becoming a great wife to an amazing man.True, the house was clean, as were his clothes, and dinner was on the table when he walked through the door, but she never really focused on what he needed.Suddenly, a realization came to her, and her back straightened.
At the same moment, her eyes went to his face to find her husband watching her with a mild interest.
“Do you see something you like over here, Helen?”he asked, giving a wry smile.
“I just realized, I've never pleased you with my mouth,” she said to his surprised face.“Do you like that sort of thing?”
Jay was seldom surprised anymore by words that fell from his wife's mouth, but today, he was going to be a smart man and shut the hell up.He wanted to see where she was going with this train of thought, wisely, his head nodded up and down, indicating yes.
“You've never asked for it or attempted to have me provide it for you,” she said, setting down the cup of water and walking over to him.
“I'm a gentleman?”he said, but it came out more of a question.
“Jay, I want to love you with my mouth, take care of you, please you.Would you like that?”
Again, he nodded his head up and down.He was grateful he'd showered a few minutes earlier after spending a day teaching the trooper trainee students how to pull over a person on the highway.Now he was home and going to get a special treat for being a good boy.
Helen moved closer to him, bending to her knees in front of him.She carefully removed the slippers on his feet.The calves, strong and powerful, received the touch of her hand as she explored his legs.Her hands lingered on his knees as she made eye contact with him.His thighs, powerful, strong, and sturdy enough to carry the weight of a man so tall, she caressed, continuously sliding upwards.Helen's eyes never left his as her finger grazed his growing excitement.
Delicate hands reached for the strings on the lounge pants, tugging gently to loosen them as she reached inside.She took hold of the powerful instrument which had brought her so much pleasure and taught her to love her own body.In her hand, the heat and warmth of him connected to her body, creating a sensation in her belly.
“Funny,” she said, holding him in her hand.“This is the first time I've actually seen him from this angle.Normally, you warm me up, prepare me for Colt's arrival, but I never interact with him like this.”
She lowered her head, taking the bulbous head into her mouth.She heard Mustang moan.Her small hands, wrapped around the instrument, provided a gentle stroking action as she inhaled, sucking hard.Mustang's hips nearly came off the couch.
“Shit,” he said, trying to wiggle his way out of his pants.
“So powerful,” Helen said, licking the tip.“So strong.”
Her head lowered again as she tried to take in as much of him as she could, finding herself gagging when she went too far.She pulled back, sucking and bobbing her head while her hands massaged the tool of pleasure.
“Slow it down a little, Helen,” he pleaded.“Please, slow it down a little.”
Helen heard him but didn't care.Listening to the sound of his voice, hearing him enjoying the ministrations of her mouth was turning her on.Her body wanted a release, and at the rate she was going, it would happen without any help from him.
“Helen, I'm close,” he said, trying to steady his breathing.
She didn't care.Helen was in the moment.She wanted to take care of him, and her hands squeezed him hard in a near death grip.Her lips closed around the instrument, sucking harder, as his hips came off the couch.Mustang called her name, trying to detach from her before the big finish.
A sucking sound was made as she released him from her mouth.Helen lifted her dress, pulled her panties to the side, and mounted him.Leaning forward, in his ear, she described each and every sensation she felt in her lower extremities while she bounced up and down as if she were on fire and he were the extinguisher.
Mustang grabbed hold of her hips, thrusting upwards, holding onto her as he felt her tighten around him.He was lost and couldn't wait any longer.His mouth flopped open as he gasped, letting go, releasing the tension of his day.She too reached her moment of pleasure, holding onto him, bucking furiously, and then collapsed against his chest.Helen was breathing hard, holding onto him.
“Jay, did I please you?”she asked.
“Woman, from the day you asked me for what you needed, you have pleased me.Helen, you please me,” he said, not having any other words.
