David carried Brie into their bedroom, their lips locked on one another’s. There was no way in hell she was going to deny him, that was for certain in his mind.
She could feel his hunger. How could she deny him that which he desired? She couldn't, no, wouldn't deny him. There was no way in the WORLD that she could tell him no. The only thing she didn't want was to get in the shower. She wanted to get wet, but not from head to toe... unless you counted sweat.
He set her on her feet just beside the bed and her hands automatically went for his belt buckle. Those pants had to come off. And off they came as he pulled her shirt off over her head. He silently thanked GOD that she wasn't wearing a t- shirt and bra but a camisole with the built in support as his lips found her neck and his hand groped her ass, pulling her closer against him.
Over the five (almost six) years that they had been together, she had developed this technique where she pulled his shirt off his body without breaking contact. And if contact was broken, she made it sexy as hell and it always drove him wild.
Once they were both rid of their clothes, Brie backed her husband back toward the bed, careful not to let him trip over anything. As he fell onto the bed he pulled her down with him, putting her on her back and rolling on top of her. HE wanted to be in control. He needed to be in control. Sometimes it was hot as hell that she fought him and it made him want her all the more. But not today. Today he wanted her to just comply with what he wanted, and, thankfully, she did.
His every touch made her want him even more. The touch of his lips, the caress of his finger tips, everything he did lit her body on fire. He'd always had that effect on her.
As he kissed down the median of her body, she cried out softly, her fingers digging in the bed spread and her legs propping up on his shoulders. He licked once at her root, and that was all she wrote. All her control was gone and she screamed her pleasure at the ceiling.
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"HOLY SHIT!!!" he said when he collapsed on the bed side her.
Her ass was still up in the air. "You can say that again. I don't know what has come over you recently, but fuck, David. Don't let it leave. I can't even feel my legs to get them uncurled from under me."
He laughed. "I'd help you, but I can't sit up." Then he had a thought. "Hold on. If I can gently push them from under you with my feet, would that help?"
"Give it a shot if you want." He took a foot and pushed her legs, one at a time, out from under her. "AH, that's much better."
"So, scale from one to ten, ten being the most mind blowing experience you've ever had, how would you rate what just happened?"
"Scale from one to ten?"
"Yeah."
"Easily 100."
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