Grinding

My husband walks into the kitchen after a long work week to find me in one of his unwashed dress shirts. I put it on because it smelled of him and his cologne. Under it, I’m wearing only a pair of white silk french-cut panties. When he sets his bag down, I smile, take him in my arms, and hug him tight. We kiss.

“I’ve missed you, baby,” I murmur against his lips.

His strong hands wrap around the small of my back and pull me tight into him as I undo his tie. “I’ve missed you too, baby. This week has been long and stressful.”

“Well, my sexy hubby, why don’t you let me take care of you,” I say as I unbutton his shirt. Sliding my hands up over his chest, I push it off his shoulders and drag it to the floor. Then I pull out a kitchen chair and tell him to have a seat. I can see he’s tired, but his pants already betray some movement as I straddle his lap and press my panty-covered mound against the bulge in his slacks. As I take his face in my hands and kiss him long and deep, I start grinding and rocking back and forth on him, feeling him harden beneath me. My pussy heats up and gets wet very quickly.

My husband grabs my ass, but I pull his hands back around and hold them for a moment. “Just relax, baby, and let me take care of you.”  Then, sitting up straight, I rub and pinch his tiny man nipples as I grind harder against him. Slowly, I unbutton my shirt and open it to expose my breasts to him. I cup and squeeze them, pinching and rolling my nipples, which causes us both to moan.

I slide my hands down my body to find his belt, and my eyes lock with his as I unbuckle it and unzip his pants. When I pull them open, I look down to see his beautiful penis head sticking out, both it and his belly slick with precum. Then I stand up, and he lifts his hips to let me yank his pants to his knees before sitting back down and pressing my hot, wet panties firmly against his hardon.

My husband groans as I grind. “Mmmmm, yes, baby. So good.”

“You like how my wet panties feel against your big hard cock?” He grins when he hears me use such a naughty word.

My clit feels so swollen and sensitive. I increase the speed and pressure a notch, then grind against the head of his cock until I finally explode. I cum all over my panties and his cock, but the incredible sensation keeps me grinding. Grabbing his face again, I kiss him hard.

Then, reaching down between us to pull my panties to the side, I shove back and sit up, taking all his cock inside me. My fingernails pinch his nipples as I bounce up and down on his cock. Once he’s growling from the combined sensations, I pull his face between my breasts before guiding him to my right one and shoving its nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard and nips it with his teeth until I shudder, and my pussy pulses around his cock as sweet love honey gushes around his cock.

I collapse down onto his lap, my body limp. We catch our breath and let our bodies calm, kissing softly and stroking each other’s hair and face. But his cock is still rock hard between us.

Grabbing my ass, my husband leans forward and stands, then pushes me against the side of the fridge. “My turn,” he says and shoves fully and deliciously hard into my pussy, driving into me with a force that takes my breath away. He grabs behind my knees, unwrapping them from his hips and folding them up at my sides before his body begins to slam into me, over and over.

He’s never taken me so roughly and passionately; a crescendo of intense pleasure builds inside me. Soon, I’m shaking and spasming, and my sweet honey flows from me again.

After a few more powerful thrusts, his cum shoots from his throbbing cock. Our lips meet again in a passionate kiss as he turns and walks with me still impaled on his slowly softening member, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He carries me to our bed, where he slides me off his semi-hard shaft and lies down beside me.