Just a little taste...
After dinner Andrea went off to the bedroom, rushed a shower, and slid into her new gown. The store clerk was right; it did look good on her. She smiled at her reflection. She was lovely. It had been a long time since she had bought something lovely for herself. Maybe she should do this more often. It was smooth and silky as it fell over her slender figure perfectly. She felt sexy.
“Honey! I?m done with the dishes!”
Christian?s voice sailed through the door. She hurried to her dresser, ran her fingers across her hair fluffing the loose curls, and reapplied a little lipstick.
“I?m coming up the stairs! I?m coming down the hall! I?m opening the—”
When the door opened she flung her arms open. Spinning slowly she gave him an optimal view of the low cut V on her back that pointed to her well rounded back side that he liked so much. Her shapely legs showed, as well, when the splits on the gown?s sides opened with her movements.
“Well, do you like it?”
“Lord, have mercy,” he whispered.
She smiled. “Is that a yes?”
He smiled. “Oh yes, that?s a very big and whole hearted yes. You look incredible.”
Her smile widened and she grabbed his hands and pulled him across the room to the bed. He reached out touching her…first on her shoulders, then across her breasts, down the front of the gown and across her waist, bringing her closer to him. He touched her in all the usual spots.
“Andrea baby, I must be blind to have forgotten how beautiful and sexy you are.” He leaned down to kiss her then chuckled. “I?ll have to send you shopping in the city more often.” He backed her up lie her on the bed.
She beamed. “Wow! Those ladies at the store said this gown would make you react like this,” she said with a giggle.
“Did they? Well, you just go back to that store and take some more of their advice in clothing,” he said with a laugh as he kissed all the exposed skin he could reach. “Tell them they were absolutely right. It?s making me crazy seeing you like this.” He continued kissing her, moving his kisses downward.
She relaxed and enjoyed every minute of his attentions. She missed his touch; he?d been so busy and so tired lately. His hands slid across her breasts and she closed her eyes. He spent time playing with her nipples through the silky material waiting for them to stiffen and rise before he slid the gown down to her waist. With each breast exposed he took turns pleasing them, touching, teasing,
licking, suckling. Angela moaned loudly expressing her enjoyment and he smiled. He continued to move downward, dropping kisses on her belly, replacing his lips with his fingers on her breasts. The scruffiness of his goatee scraped at her panties.
“I think it?s time to come out of these.”
She smiled, but didn?t reply as her husband slid her panties off. I miss this Christian, the one that’s an attentive lover. She watched him twirl her panties around his finger before slinging them across the room and giggled. Yes, the playful Christian is back. This is the husband I know and love. Where did he go? she asked herself with a sigh.
“I think we can take this off, too. It has done its job well and I don?t want to be accused of tearing it up later,” he added, with a playful grin. He pulled her forward and slid the gown over her head, throwing it with the panties and then undressed himself. She smiled and righted herself on the bed as he crawled up to meet his wife. Lying on top of her, he kissed her repeatedly making her dizzy as he eased her legs open with his own.
Yes! Finally, a notch on the positive side of the sex chart,” her brain screamed joyfully as her body prepared itself for his entry.
He knew where to touch her, where to move, when to go fast and when to slow down. It was wonderful! Just as it always was, just like she remembered. She started to climb that golden staircase to bliss, reveling in the feeling he was giving her and then…it was over. He stopped.
Her eyes popped open. “Christian? What?s wrong? What happened?”
“I?m sorry, Andrea. I guess I got a little too excited,” he confessed, and rolled off her.
She stared at the ceiling wide-eyed. “What? You got—”
“I know, baby. I?m sorry. I promise I?ll make it up to you tomorrow.”
She still stared at the ceiling as he moved around next to her. “Huh? But—” She heard his soft snores and turned over to him. “Christian?” She pushed his shoulder. “Christian!”
“Tomorrow, Andrea, I promise. I love you,” he mumbled, before his snores filled the room.
She muffled a frustrated outburst and then pulled the sheets over them. She turned over and punched her pillow.
“I guess that makes number forty-three on the wrong side,” she said, mentally switching the last mark to the other side of her sex chart before she settled down her body and went to sleep.