A Quiet Ride

Life is so busy sometimes that we don’t often get the chance to make time for ourselves and others. I don’t think I have ever found this more true than in terms of intimacy with my husband. We have a 6 year old and a 16-month old, I work full time but mostly from home at least and Hubby works very long hours in a demanding tech job with common travel for a few days at a time. We do find adult time when we can and it is often quick but passionate with our raw needs often crowding out true emotional intimacy. It’s something that has been on my mind more and more as I think about what my needs are whether they are actually met the way I want them.

Last night was no exception to this thought rolling around in my horny brain. There was a calmness to the evening. Hubby was not preoccupied with work (often he has to follow up on some things even after coming home) and our girls were mostly just playing quietly. When they were both knocked out and put to bed before 9pm we actually had the rare chance to cuddle up on the couch and have peace and quiet and just time spent together.

It started slowly. He was reading a book, I was playing on my phone. His hand on my leg followed by a little affectionate caress of his stubbly face. Putting my phone down, I guided his hand a little farther up my thigh. I love the strength of his grip when he squeezes me in enticing places. I leaned back against him, still running my hand softly up and down his cheek and up into his hair as I watched his hand venture further up to the place where I felt his touch the warmest. I closed my eyes and started to caress my front gently while I opened my legs just enough for his hand to cup me through my leggings. Not wearing panties underneath, I knew he could feel the shape of my labia through the leggings. His fingertip traced them and pushed gently, applying pressure to my entrance. I realized I was holding my breath and exhaled softly then gasped sharply as he began to rub my clit through the fabric right about the same time my hand found my hardening nipple through my shirt. I opened my legs wider, my butt squirming around at his touch. He knew exactly what he was doing, trying to get me to beg him for his hand down my pants. I lifted my shirt up and began to fondle my breasts; squeezing, cupping, thumbing my nipples.

I felt his breath on my ear and he whispered to me, “I love you baby.”

All I could respond with was a little whimper and squeak, followed by a sharp gasp as he quickly slid his hand under the waist of my leggings and slipped a finger inside me. I was so wet and ready. He pushed my hands off my chest and roughly grabbed a tit while fingering me. I reached for the obvious bulge in his sweats and began to rub it back and forth. My hips almost on their own started to buck up and down meeting at first one finger and then two.

Gasping out through ragged breaths as his fingers plunged deeper and faster, I freed his cock from his sweats. I squeezed it firmly and started to stroke.

“I want this.”

“Time to go to the bedroom?” he asked

“No. Here. Now.” I replied, each word between a heavy breath.

I lifted up and pushed my leggings down over my ass to my knees. He helped me get them down to my ankles and quickly pulled his sweats down. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it on the floor. Keeping my hand wrapped around the base of his cock holding it straight up, I lowered my ass toward him, still facing out toward the room. My body was on fire with anticipation as I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. The fire turned to a crackle of electricity running up my spine and zapping out through my whole body as I took him inside me and slid slowly down his rock hard thick cock. I leaned forward a little, steadying my hands on his knees as I started to grind on his lap. Reverse cowgirl is not a position my clumsy ass does very often and I forgot how much I missed it.

I started to lift up on Hubby’s cock, exposing a few inches of it and holding myself there with just a little bit of him inside me. I felt his strong hands on my hips gently encouraging me to come back down. When I resisted, his open palm landed on my ass with a slap. It was LOUD. Aware of our very public fucking location (at least public for inside the house) I looked over my shoulder at him and hissed “DON’T!!! You’ll wake up the girls!” He just smiled sheepishly and put his hands back on my hips. I slid all the way back down and took his naughty loud spanking hand and pulled it around to my front. His fingers were on my clit again as I thrusted back and forth on his cock, grinding on it and getting him so deep. I could feel myself building up and getting closer as he firmly but lovingly explored my clit with his fingers.

The back and forth bucking of my hips got faster and more urgent as the heat between my legs grew. I clenched my teeth and tried to keep from crying out as I went over the edge. Hubby felt my spasms almost pushing his cock out and wrapped an arm around me. He pulled me back against him and clamped his hand over my mouth as I let out a muffled scream. I barely heard him almost sarcastically shush me but I did hear him grunt a little as I accidentally bit down on his finger. Hubby held me against him and kept me quiet as I slowly came down. My chest gradually stopped heaving and he pulled out giving my pussy a playful slap after he popped free.

I got to my feet, a little wobbly at first. Hubby jumped up and grabbed me. He said “I think you need to lie down.” It sounded like good advice and I knew exactly the right way to lie down for him. I gave him a little smirk and got on the couch, lying on my back against the cushions and spread my legs wide. I noticed his cock jump back to full size after it had softened a tiny bit. He got up on the couch between my legs and slipped his hands behind my hips to cup my ass. He kissed me as he entered me, one long slow thrust all the way in. His hands came up to hold my back, still kissing me as he started a rhythmic pace in and out of me, relentless and not stopping. He pulled away and locked eyes with me as his breathing quickened and his thrusts became faster. I knew he was close and so was I again. This was such a special night, so unexpected and an intense sudden expression of our love. I didn’t want it to end but I also wanted everything he had. I wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping my eyes on his - an unspoken request not to pull out. Suddenly his thrusts became very quick and very fast and I dug my heels into his back to pull him as far into me as I could. He held me firm in his arms and leaned into me as he grunted a few times. I felt him twitch so deep inside me and the thought of him filling me sent me over the edge again. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my soft cries, a gentler orgasm than my first one. He slowed and then stopped, still deep inside me. I didn’t want him to ever pull out, I wanted every single drop. After a couple minutes he started to go a little soft inside me and began to pull back. I resisted and kept my legs around him for a few moments but finally let him go. He stuffed his shirt under my butt to catch the quick flow of cum that leaked out of me after he pulled out.

I slowly stood up, trying to avoid a head rush. My cheeks were flushed, my hair a colossal mess and Hubby and I stood naked in the living room for a moment before gathering our assorted items of clothing and heading to bed. We both slept soundly that perfect night, grateful at the randomness and also the intensity and urgency of our need for each other.