Our Room

Note from the author: This is something I hope I can arrange to do with my future husband.

Jim had gotten home at about seven.  He was damp from the rain and evidently tired and discouraged.  I could read it in the strained smile he gave me as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me hello.

“Mmm, that could make anyone forget about a tough day,” he murmured, his lips lingering on mine.

“There might be more… later,” I said with a sexy grin.  “First you need some dinner.”

I took his suitcase and wheeled it out of the way, helped him get his coat off, and walked him to the kitchen.  I’d made our favorite creamy chicken soup and fresh bread, perfect for an autumn supper, and kept everything warm until he got home.

“How was the flight, baby?” I asked, seating myself across from him.

He took a long relaxing breath.  “That was fine.  The trial…” and he paused.

Jim is a doctor, and he’d had to testify against a powerful abortionist in another state.  We both knew it would be a grisly case, but it hurt me to realize that it had been bad enough to have this effect on him.

“Some of those witnesses for the defense were so callous.  I felt sick on the stand,” he said softly.  “My testimony is going to make me a lot of enemies, Ann.”

I reached out and stroked his hand.  “Jim, you can be assured of two things: God will honor you for doing the right thing, and…” I leaned in and lowered my voice, “you will always come home to a wife who loves you so much, and wants to do everything for your joy… and pleasure.”  I dropped my eyes to his lips at the last word.

He started forward as if to kiss me, but I placed a finger on his mouth.  “Finish your supper.  You’ll need fuel for tonight.”  I made my voice as sultry as I could.  It worked because he then swallowed with difficulty.

Though I was keeping up a pretty cool front, my body burned for his touch.  The only thing rushing through me was the urge to tear his clothes off and passionately meld myself to him.  I hadn’t felt his kiss or his body for almost two weeks.  We both were desperate.  I could see how he was struggling to contain himself enough to eat.  His eyes kept darting to meet mine and the desire grew hotter and brighter.  I love his eyes.  They’re reserved and keen, yet when it’s just him and me he softens them so bewitchingly, so enticingly.  It’s as if he’s wordlessly begging me to come to bed with him.  I love it.  I love him.  How blest I am to have such a man to call my husband!

Finally, he was through, and I put the plates in the dishwasher.  Then I led him down the hall.

“I think you’ll like what I’ve done with our room,” I whispered in his ear.

He opened the door and walked in, his step slowing as he took in my handiwork.

We have a beautiful gas fireplace with a tile hearth.  Up to now, we hadn’t often used it, but I thought it was so romantic that we needed to incorporate it into our… well, our special times.  I had moved the mattress from our queen bed down to the floor by the hearth and tossed silk sheets and pillows on it.  The result was a luxurious place to lie and watch the fire—and do other things.  I smiled to myself.  Those things were not long in coming.

I had turned on the fireplace and lit an array of candles a half hour ago.  The curtains were closed, though beyond them we could hear the tranquil spatter of rain on glass.  Our room was a haven, a glowing, sensual nook where we were alone and no one and nothing in the world could trouble us.

Jim seemed more willing to take his time since he lazily lowered himself onto the mattress and stretched out.  I squatted and took off his dress shoes.  Then I lay beside him in a carefree pose, my arms above my head.  For a moment we were silent, but I was looking at him.  I wanted him so much.  He turned, his handsome eyes fixing on my face, then my body, and he bent over me and kissed me.

Oh, his kiss! I go weak every time he covers my mouth with his and softly, yet masterfully, devours me.  His hands were on me, and I subconsciously held on to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I love you,” he said in his heart-melting husky voice.

“And I love you,” I answered back.  “Kiss me more, Jim.”

He did, and I felt my temperature climb.  He pressed himself into me, his body strong and warm, and I drank in the feeling.  This was my man.  I was free to love him and give him all of myself. And in return, I could enjoy all that he offered me.

His lips wandered to my jawline, then my neck.  A sighing moan escaped me; he knew what parts of me were easy to arouse.  I nuzzled his ear and felt him take in his breath.  He quickly found my lips again and kissed me harder, probing with his tongue, hungry for me.

But I wanted him to utterly relax after his tiring trip.  So, I gently pushed him up and said, “Let me give you a short massage, baby.”

He seemed agreeable, especially as I moved close and started unbuttoning his shirt.  I loved feeling his eyes roving over me and his chest swelling and falling with excitement.

Once he was shirtless, I had him lie face-down so he could watch the fire as I rubbed out the strain in his shoulders and back.  Again I wanted to jump him and make love fast and hard right then.  But he was tired.  I needed to stay focused and help him relax.  This would soothe and prepare him for more strenuous activities.  It was rough though.  The mere sight of his hard, tanned, hairy chest had me boiling inside.  My loins were aching to be filled and satisfied with him.  Now as my hands rubbed and squeezed and caressed his back, I felt the heat of his skin.  I knew he must be thinking wild and hot things as I touched him.  Probably he was hard by now and dying to get his weight off of his throbbing cock.

At the thought of his cock, I almost fainted.  I needed it so badly.  I had to feel it.

First, I threw off my sweater and pants.  Jim got interested and flipped over, so I freed the button on his pants and began to yank them and his boxers down.  He was obliging and helped me; it wasn’t easy working them over his engorged shaft.  But the second we got them off, I stood, dropped my underwear, tossed aside my bra, and ripped off my socks.  Then I came to Jim.

Straddling his hips, I pressed his cock against his belly and centered my wet vulva over it.  I started grinding, back and forth, just reveling in the sensation of his thick meat rubbing against my ravenous folds.  He was groaning, which was a heavenly sound.  I fell forward and laid my palms on his chest, digging deep with my pelvis, my juices literally flooding out of me.  They slicked his cock embedded between my swelling labia like a hot dog in a bun.  My trimmed pubic hair made it even more sensational: I could feel the wet hairs scratch and brush the sensitive skin around my hole.  And when I dragged myself far enough that his warm moist balls rubbed up into my butt crack, I wanted to scream in pleasure.

JIm was gasping, his hands straying from my breasts to my hips and along my soft curvy bottom, my work on his shaft bringing him closer and closer to orgasmic release.

“Baby… baby… harder!” he managed.  Sweat collected on his forehead and the hot skin around his penis that I ground so furiously against.

“Yes… Oh, yes… Oh, baby, you feel so good!” I burst out.  For a moment I had forgotten his pleasure in my own.  But one look at his face reassured me that he was in just as much bliss.  Ten days of abstinence meant a big build-up of semen—and not many minutes before he would explode.  I knew him well and could hardly wait.  My own orgasm was rushing in, and I wanted him to join me.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” I gasped, feeling tension around my bladder and down my legs.

“Oh God…” That was all Jim got out because he convulsed and grabbed my thighs as his cock pulsated and spit out several ropy spurts of cream over his belly, while I ground into him for a mad finale and gushed my nectar all over him.

My toes at last uncurled, and my legs released their tension.  I fell onto Jim’s chest, vaguely sensing the warm cum that wet my skin.  He was breathing hard and still quivering under me, but he wrapped his arms around me, and we quieted our racing hearts in a sweaty embrace.

We slept well all night on our mattress by the fire, and since it was still raining the next morning, we decided to continue what we started last night.