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She was stunning. I watched her circle the room, drink in hand, swaying a little in her tall high heels and little black dress, clearly enjoying herself. This was her big night, the art on the walls was hers and the reveal was a complete success. Already I knew she had several offers on many of her new pieces.
She grinned giddily as she popped a piece of shrimp into her mouth. Her energy was infectious, her hoop earrings glinted as she nodded her head enthusiastically when a potential client asked her about her work. I caught the looks of several men watching her and tried my best to keep an impassive look on my face.
I crossed the room, gently wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to my side.
“Babe, I think you might be getting a little tipsy,” I bent and murmured into her ear.
She looked up at me with crystal blue eyes and threw back her head and laughed, ending with a little snort. A sure sign. I smiled.
“It’s getting late, let’s get you home.”
After a few long goodbyes and another glass of wine, the doors finally closed and I managed to steal her away. She wobbled Bostancı Escort slightly as she walked, gripping my upper arm for support as I guided her into our slick SUV. It was starting to snow, just a dusting of white, so I drove as carefully as I could while still pushing the limits on the roads.
She chatted aimlessly about the night, the food, the people. Her words were thick but cheerful and full of laughter. God, I loved her.
I half carried, half dragged her up the walkway to our house, fumbled with the keys to get us through the door, she was still talking, something about oil paints and new canvas.
“Shhh,” I turned her back to the door, crushed my mouth to hers. Her hands, gripping my shirt at first, went limp. I could taste the wine still on her tongue. I pressed up against her, working my mouth desperately against hers, her fingers made her way into my hair. I groaned.
Tugging her around, I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my nose in her hair, took in a deep breath of something smoky and sultry, bit her shoulder.
“You are so sexy,” I whispered Ümraniye Escort in her ear.
My hands roamed up to her breasts, full and soft, her nipples stiffening at my touch. She ground her hips back against me as I tugged at the fabric and pulled the dress down to her waist, exposing something lacy that she knew would drive me crazy.
I scooped her up into my arms and she kicked off her heels, laughed madly as she threw her arms around my neck. I rained kisses on her temple as I carried her to the bedroom.
“I adore you.”
She looked into my eyes, licked her lips and begged me to touch her. God I loved my wife.
I dragged the rest of the dress off and we tumbled onto the bed. I pinned her underneath me and ravished her neck, planting long, slow kisses. She squirmed, arched, moaned. Clumsily she tore a few buttons off my shirt until we were skin to skin. She was so pliant, I felt my hands roaming her soft skin, drinking in the delicious curves of her body.
My fingers tangled in her hair, I demanded her tongue, felt my muscles tense and relax as she touched Anadolu Yakası Escort me and fingernails scraped over my stomach.
“I love you.”
I rocked against her and she opened for me. Those beautiful lips parted, her nails dug into my back. I couldn’t wait any longer and gently pressed inside her, slowly and deep. A long, satisfied groan escaped her and I felt it to my core. I held us that way until she began to squirm, bucking her hips against mine, coaxing me to move. I took her gently, firmly, riding on a thin line of control.
“Don’t stop. Oh God. Harder,” her voice hoarse now, sexy and breathy in my ear.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pounded into her, she gripped my ass and tightened around me and pleaded for more. I took her roughly as she screamed and captured her lips to feel the shuddered aftershocks. I poured myself into her and kissed her deeply, desperately. Her hands held the sides of my face and I felt lost in her.
Sweaty, spent, I collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and, turning us slightly, wrapped my arms tightly around her. Our heartbeats pounded together. I closed my eyes and left myself be consumed by it, vaguely feeling her fingers roaming my back.
When I finally opened them, I saw her lips curved, the cat-in-cream look of a satisfied woman. I watched her drift into sleep, kissed her once more. Content, I drifted with her.
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