“Remind me why our anniversary is in the dead of winter?” I teased as I stepped onto our front porch. My breath came out in an icy fog.
“Because you looked absolutely gorgeous in your white dress, surrounded by white snow,” Phillip returned with a smile. He tilted his chin up to catch my lips on his. They melted me through the cold. As he pulled away he smiled that same cheeky grin that drew me to him years ago. “And you’re just as gorgeous today, Danielle.”
I grinned back at him. “And you’re just as charming, baby.”
Phillip held the door for me. He’d held it at the restaurant too. It had been the kind of place that gave you too many forks and poured the wine at table. I liked the romantic ambiance, the candles and the hushed conversation. And Phillip knew it.
“Let’s get you warmed back up,” he quipped as he pulled the door closed behind us.
I stepped out of my heels before even taking off my coat. My height dropped a couple inches and brought me level with his. “Mmm,” I breathed back. “What do you have in mind?”
We looked formal with our jackets removed. Phillip in his navy suit and the blue button-down shirt he knows I adore. Me, in a soft V-neck sweater and Phil’s favorite pencil skirt, which both display my hourglass shape to perfection.
He held me at the waist. We were perfectly aligned – hips at each other’s hips, shoulders at each other’s shoulders. But he was broad where I was slim. He tapered where I curved. We shared another melting kiss in front of the door. Around us, the house felt strangely quiet. There were no creaks in the floorboards and no hiss from the baby monitor. We’d dropped off the kids at his sister’s on the way to dinner for a rare night alone. I was determined to make the most of the silence.
Phil ended the kiss sweetly, with all the romance and love he’d poured into the evening. Then he spun me by the hips to press himself against my back and whisper into my ear. “Let’s take off some of these clothes and find out.” I could feel his hardness against my ass. I couldn’t help wriggling back against him.
“All right, sweetheart.” I grinned, then walked forward to pull him along in my wake. He still held my hips but let me snake my sweater off and discard it in the hall.
One of Phillip’s hands immediately squeezed my breast through the exposed lacy bra. “Ooh, Danielle. I’ve been stealing peeks at this bra all night.” I knew, of course. That was the point in leaning forward so often. “Let’s leave it on for now.”
“Only if you take off every… single… one… of your clothes.” I spun to face him again and pushed his sportcoat off his shoulders. It crumpled on the floor outside our bedroom.
“That’s a deal,” he purred with a glint in his eye. I loved that look too.
We shuffled past the mirror, the dresser, and towards the bed. Me walking backward, him stumbling into my legs as we fumbled with the buttons down his shirt and the zipper of his pants. He shrugged them both off before my thighs hit the edge of the mattress. Phillip looked magnificent naked but I barely had time to soak in the sight before his strong fingers slid up my stockinged legs, pushing the hem of my skirt as he went.
He paused at the top of my thigh. His fingertips had found the lacy edge of my stockings. “Mm, baby. We’re leaving these on too.” Then I felt his hands push even higher, over the lacy band of my panties. “These, on the other hand…” A quick tug and my wet pussy was exposed to the air. “…are definitely coming off.” I wriggled the panties down and off. We left the skirt bunched up around my waist. It felt hot to leave it there, forgotten in our lust.
“Phillip, baby.” I held his face in my hands and pulled him on top of me. He followed but left one hand behind, the fingertips teasing my dripping pussy before pushing in to find my g-spot. He stroked against it immediately, making me shout in bliss.
“That’s it,” he growled into my ear. “Right there.” His fingers picked up the pace. I panted underneath him. “Right fucking there,” he growled again. Soon he was grinning down at me while I screamed into the pleasure. I cum easily and often and we both love it.
I felt his cum-wet fingers trace my asshole. I lay back, shivering in the onslaught, and snuck a glance at the corner mirror. With half my clothes still on and pushed aside, I looked disheveled and used. It turned me on even more. “Give me your cock, baby,” I moaned.
Though I could feel his hardness stiff against my thigh, he held back. “I have a better idea first.” Suddenly his weight was gone. In the mirror I watched him pull open the drawer of his nightstand. Our toy drawer.
Phillip returned with a plug, one of my smaller ones, but big enough to feel it. He lifted the plug up to my mouth. “Lube this up for me, Danielle.” I eagerly took it in, swirling my tongue over it like it was a cock. “Oh, yes. Very good…” He rewarded me with two new fingers stroking my g-spot. My hands clenched on his arms in sheer bliss. My moans intensified behind the plug. “Fuck, yes, baby. Cum all over my fingers.”
I did. It was easy under his attention and my building anticipation.
Phillip waited until my moans slackened, then tugged the plug from my lips. “Very, very good, my love. Let’s get you that reward.” I felt the plug press against my asshole. I willed my body to relax and take it in. I knew how good it would feel if I let it slide in and didn’t resist.
And it did. I winced a little only when the widest end of the bulb pushed in, then I sighed in relief to close around the base. The plug was just the right amount of stretch for an initial penetration. “Oh, fuck, Phillip,” I gasped. Still feeling weak from my orgasms, I slid one stockinged calf against his side and the other against his leg. I was wide open for him. “Please. Please. Fuck me.”
He made that low purr in his throat again as he lined his hips between my legs. “I’ve got another idea,” he hissed. “Let’s get you air tight.” He slid those two juice-soaked fingers into my mouth as his cock stretched my pussy. Tasting my own pleasure made me realize the entire room smelled of sex.
I felt stuffed full. Each one of my holes had something to grip while he pounded me into the bed. He knew exactly the deep, intense rhythm I needed. Soon I was filling the room again with my screams with Phillip’s fingers hanging forgotten next to my mouth and my hands and legs wrapped around his body as if I could pull him in even closer.
Phillip’s groan followed shortly after mine and he unloaded his cum deep into my pussy. Those last feverish thrusts always push me to one last climax and this time was no different. I clenched around him while he swelled into me. Every instinct in our bodies extended the moment as far as possible.
He collapsed down next to me, his arm across my chest and his cock still halfway buried. We panted together until our breathing slowed. Once again, the house was shockingly quiet. I settled into the crook of his shoulder. I was entirely relaxed except whenever I shifted my legs – and felt the silicone plug still stretching my ass. That was exactly like Phil too, to forget in his post-climatic haze about whatever toy we’d used.
As he caressed my hair, he whispered, “We should drop off the kids more often. That was fucking hot, sweetheart.”
Where his fingers were soft, mine were needing. I mouthed hungrily across Phil’s neck, his shoulders, his chest. “Mm, Danielle. I forgot how insatiable you could be.”
I climbed on top of him. “You left the plug in my ass, baby. What did you expect?”
We laughed. The laughter quieted to giggles as he finished undressing me. Phil peeled off the rolled-up pencil skirt first, followed by the bra, and finally the stockings. I was just as naked as he was, unless you count that plug.
Phillip’s hands on my breasts grew assertive. “You know I love it when you want more, love. I’ll just need a little… help… getting going again.”
I knew exactly what he meant. “Of course, sweetheart.” I gave him a wink that was part sexy, part cheesy, then lowered my face to his thighs. My own bare legs knelt next to one of his shoulders and my hips were high in the air. Bending like that made the butt plug feel that much deliciously bigger. My face was turned away from the mirror, but that meant Phillip could stare at my ass if he wanted.
I started slow, knowing his cock would be still sensitive from cumming so hard. First I teased his upper thighs with light fingers and gentle kisses, then moved to his shaft at the first hints of stiffening. I mouthed along his length, then licked, then wrapped my lips around his head when he got semi-erect. He lay back, groaning softly, basking in my attention. Still I worked him, caressing his balls with both hands while I bobbed down his shaft.
That woke him up enough to liven his hands. Phillip explored over my thighs, my hips, my ass. He reached down to pinch my nipples while I sucked him. He toyed with the end of my plug when my nose touched his pelvis. His attention made me moan around him, which only made him stiffen even more.
I pulled off his cock just long enough to gasp, “This time I want you to cum in my mouth.”
“Mmm. Keep blowing me like that and I just might.”
I believed him. He was fully hard now and rod straight – exactly what I wanted.
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