back to the
floor. She trembled with excitement. It wouldn’t take much to get her off. But
a quick release wasn’t what she needed. She’d had enough of those already.
What she needed was the deep, fulfilling satisfaction only
Dane could give her.
He urged her over to the kitchen island, the place where she
had stood fingering her pussy earlier as she watched Jaime working. Dane
missing the usual morning interlude had set the pace for the rest of the day
and that pace hadn’t been a good one. Naomie’s all-consuming urge to fuck hard
and fast was the proof. Dane had already said it—a day with the girls shouldn’t
have left her feeling this hard up.
She needed Dane in the morning. Even if Jaime was returning
every day that week, Naomie had to find a way to fit in a quickie with Dane’s
new schedule or this situation might repeat again tomorrow. As much as she
loved sex, she didn’t like this overwhelming need that superseded everything
else.
They should be in the kitchen having dinner, not fucking.
Naomie was hungry but she was horny more.
Dane bent her over the kitchen island with her breasts
slipping free of her top and resting on the cool tile, nudged her feet apart so
she opened her legs, and grasped her ass cheeks. He spread her wide as he
crouched behind her.
A low whistle left his lips. “You are soaked, sugar. You
must have driven home in a puddle.”
“I don’t need you to state the obvious, Big D.”
“No, you need me to stuff this cute little hole until you
scream my name.”
“Yes. Oh yes.” That simple description of how events would
unfold had her rocking and humping air. A thin line of moisture escaped her
pussy but that wasn’t where she wanted him.
He laid his lips against her tailbone and she whimpered loud
with need and anticipation. But he didn’t lick her, didn’t trail his hot tongue
over her asshole to prepare her for the eventual intrusion of his dick.
Dane moved up her body, placing light kisses over her back
as he went. He rubbed his face over her shoulders, inhaling loud and long, then
let out an animal sound of lust as he nipped her earlobe. “God, whatever
perfume this is, you need to wear it more often. You smell so deliciously
fuckable.”
He curved his arm around her waist and hooked his two middle
fingers inside her pussy so he hit the sweet spot while rubbing his thumb over
her clit. Loud, wanting mewls left her. She rolled her hips while pressing back
against the bulge in his pants.
Dane cupped her left breast and started turning her nipple
ring, shifting the metal through the piercing. When it reached the ball, he
turned it the other direction. Back and forth, back and forth—teasing her
nipple in a way only he thought to do because he knew it drove her wild. The
sensation went from her breast straight to her pussy, flooding her channel with
liquid need that Dane churned as he continued tempting her toward orgasm.
“So good.” He thrust forward, grinding his erection against
her lower back. “So fucking good.” More sniffing followed by licking. “I’m
ready to come just from smelling you. I love this perfume.”
“It’s… It’s…” She was breathing too hard to get her sentence
out. Concentrating hard, she said, “‘Eau de girl talk’.”
“I don’t care what it costs. Get a whole fucking case. I
want to drench you in it while I fuck you silly,” he rumbled as he moved the
fingers in her pussy faster.
Naomie orgasmed. “Dane! Dane! Please. Oh please. Yes.
Please.” She screamed his name and begged for more. This wasn’t what she wanted
but it was a great preliminary.
The doorbell rang.
“Fuck!” Dane took his hands from Naomie and backed up a
step. “I swear to God if that’s one of our neighbors complaining about noise,
I’ll fucking kick his ass. A man should be allowed to fuck his wife in his own
fucking home in fucking peace, goddamn it.”
While Naomie agreed with the sentiment, she didn’t show it
or contribute to
floor. She trembled with excitement. It wouldn’t take much to get her off. But
a quick release wasn’t what she needed. She’d had enough of those already.
What she needed was the deep, fulfilling satisfaction only
Dane could give her.
He urged her over to the kitchen island, the place where she
had stood fingering her pussy earlier as she watched Jaime working. Dane
missing the usual morning interlude had set the pace for the rest of the day
and that pace hadn’t been a good one. Naomie’s all-consuming urge to fuck hard
and fast was the proof. Dane had already said it—a day with the girls shouldn’t
have left her feeling this hard up.
She needed Dane in the morning. Even if Jaime was returning
every day that week, Naomie had to find a way to fit in a quickie with Dane’s
new schedule or this situation might repeat again tomorrow. As much as she
loved sex, she didn’t like this overwhelming need that superseded everything
else.
They should be in the kitchen having dinner, not fucking.
Naomie was hungry but she was horny more.
Dane bent her over the kitchen island with her breasts
slipping free of her top and resting on the cool tile, nudged her feet apart so
she opened her legs, and grasped her ass cheeks. He spread her wide as he
crouched behind her.
A low whistle left his lips. “You are soaked, sugar. You
must have driven home in a puddle.”
“I don’t need you to state the obvious, Big D.”
“No, you need me to stuff this cute little hole until you
scream my name.”
“Yes. Oh yes.” That simple description of how events would
unfold had her rocking and humping air. A thin line of moisture escaped her
pussy but that wasn’t where she wanted him.
He laid his lips against her tailbone and she whimpered loud
with need and anticipation. But he didn’t lick her, didn’t trail his hot tongue
over her asshole to prepare her for the eventual intrusion of his dick.
Dane moved up her body, placing light kisses over her back
as he went. He rubbed his face over her shoulders, inhaling loud and long, then
let out an animal sound of lust as he nipped her earlobe. “God, whatever
perfume this is, you need to wear it more often. You smell so deliciously
fuckable.”
He curved his arm around her waist and hooked his two middle
fingers inside her pussy so he hit the sweet spot while rubbing his thumb over
her clit. Loud, wanting mewls left her. She rolled her hips while pressing back
against the bulge in his pants.
Dane cupped her left breast and started turning her nipple
ring, shifting the metal through the piercing. When it reached the ball, he
turned it the other direction. Back and forth, back and forth—teasing her
nipple in a way only he thought to do because he knew it drove her wild. The
sensation went from her breast straight to her pussy, flooding her channel with
liquid need that Dane churned as he continued tempting her toward orgasm.
“So good.” He thrust forward, grinding his erection against
her lower back. “So fucking good.” More sniffing followed by licking. “I’m
ready to come just from smelling you. I love this perfume.”
“It’s… It’s…” She was breathing too hard to get her sentence
out. Concentrating hard, she said, “‘Eau de girl talk’.”
“I don’t care what it costs. Get a whole fucking case. I
want to drench you in it while I fuck you silly,” he rumbled as he moved the
fingers in her pussy faster.
Naomie orgasmed. “Dane! Dane! Please. Oh please. Yes.
Please.” She screamed his name and begged for more. This wasn’t what she wanted
but it was a great preliminary.
The doorbell rang.
“Fuck!” Dane took his hands from Naomie and backed up a
step. “I swear to God if that’s one of our neighbors complaining about noise,
I’ll fucking kick his ass. A man should be allowed to fuck his wife in his own
fucking home in fucking peace, goddamn it.”
While Naomie agreed with the sentiment, she didn’t show it
or contribute to
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