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posted: 07/25/12 at 2:48 AM
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“Just let me look at you, I missed you so much,” murmured Grant lovingly.
She sat beside him in the passengers seat. He’d ached for her so much. He’d enjoyed watching her perform immensely from afar, but now, that he was sitting beside her, seeing her for the first time in a week, he wanted to slowly drink in her beauty, from her head to her toes.
She looked at him over the view of her lashes, her adorable dimples glowing.
She was blushing.
“I missed you too Grant,” muttered Thelma, moving close to him, her lips less than an inch from his own.
He caressed her face lovingly, he wanted to memorize each dimple, and her nose, and her forehead.
He’d thought, not having seen her in so long, that he would have immediately taken to kissing her ravenously, full of lust.
He did look forward to filling her full of his tender kisses, and later his manhood, but he couldn’t help lovingly, dotingly kissing her tiny forehead first. And she seemed to melt, and glow in his arms, and she pressed her forehead against his own lips which were already kissing her forehead lovingly.
Then she leaned up, looked at him with large, loving eyes, full of tenderness, and began to gently kiss, and suck his lower lip.
And he groaned with pleasure, and sheer delight.
He hadn’t prepared himself for how good her lips would feel, not having felt them for almost a week. He gripped the back of her tapered haircut lovingly, possessively. He loved the feeling of her short, tapered hair under his fingers. She was different, exotic, special. And most importantly, she was his.
“I missed your mouth, and how you taste,” he whispered against her lips.
“Uh-huh,” she murmured softly, and sort of turned her head on an angle, locking her own fingers in his hair, and pulling his own large face roughly towards her own.
He chuckled with delight, and filled with pleasure when his wife used this as an opening to probe her own tiny tongue wantonly between his lips.
“Mmmm, you want to ravage me huh?” he asked huskily.
He tightened his grip on her hair, and neck, separating her lips with the pad of his thumb on the other hand. He crushed her back to the passengers seat, and he kissed her with all the steamy passion and tender lust that he’d been storing up for her over the past few days.
Tasting her kisses, the sweet, hint of vanilla, and the menthol from the cigarettes which always intoxicated him, and then that hot, wet taste that was Thelma’s and hers alone. The taste was the first sensation, and then he was so overcome with the heat and warmth of her wet lips that he was curling his toes in his wingtip shoes.
Kissing her, the heat of her lips, the feeling of wet, sweetness of her tender kiss, and afterwards, feeling her tiny tongue probing towards his own, full of lust and tender exploration filled him with a warm glow. It started right under his heart, and washed through his stomach, and his manhood, and beyond.
His nature rose, and responded to him before he could even control it, and he felt her nails piercing his neck softly, as she sucked and pulled at his own lips.
“Mmm, Grant, you taste so good,” she murmured softly, throatily separating her lips from his own.
“I….I don’t recall saying that….you could stop kissing me,” he muttered, tipping the seat back a little and plunging in for more of her nectar.
And she giggled into his mouth.
When she giggled, his whole heart filled with warmth.
“Oh dalrin’, I missed your laugh. Your perfect little laugh. It means everything to me. Well, let’s get going, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” said Grant lovingly.
“I agree,” said Thelma.
She put her hand softly on his knee as he backed the car expertly out of the alleyway space, and turned onto the wide, paved, city street.
“You were smoking out there. Everything. You smoked in that little gown you are wearing. You smoked up the wing of the stage, probably twenty cigarettes. And then, vocally you smoked. Just smoking,” teased Grant.
Thelma chuckled.
“Well, you look like you blew in for me, on that white horse…..with a fedora and all. I…..I know I was a little out of control back there, with my feelings, when I saw you again. I was so happy to see you. Being apart, it was just harder than I thought,” said Thelma.
“Oh, oh, don’t worry about that….it was harder than I thought it would be too. And I would never tell a soul. I’m so touched that you missed me so bad. I missed you too. When you…..when you let me make love to you, you’ll see how much,” he murmured softly, his hand on her knee.
He pulled up to a spotlight.
“Well…how will I see how much?” said Thelma softly, coyly.
“Well, a few lights from here, we’ll be back at my summer apartment again…and….and someone told me that she told her parents that she was staying with Marlinda again, so it seems like we have the whole weekend,” he said caressing her lip with his thumb, and then sucking her lower lip.
He slowly slid his hand up the slit in her evening gown.
“That sounds good to me,” said Thelma softly.
“I….I can feel that you are wearing my favorites. I love these pantyhose. They’re really, really, really sexy……” he murmured swallowing.
“I…I thought you would approve. I’m, I’m wearing garters too, so I’m going to teach you some lessons you aren’t learning in that little school of yours,” teased Thelma.
“You’re talking so fresh, and so naughty Thelma, and I can’t wait to get you home,’ murmured Grant.
It was as though the world was siding against him, getting yet another stoplight bringing her back to his summer apartment.
He’d caught every stoplight on the way home, and this was intensely frustrating for him.
“Every damn light. Every one. I don’t want to wait for you anymore,” he murmured, his lips on her ear, nibbling and kissing her left ear.
“And you’re squirming in the seat because you like it so much,” he murmured softly, huskily.
“My ears are weak like that. Oh Grant, I want you to feel….feel what else I have for you,” she murmured softly.
She took his hand and slid it even further up her evening gown, letting him feel the frilly little garters.
“Lacy little garters, I can’t stand it. I’m so hard I’m sore,” he murmured taking her other hand, and placing it over his crotch.
“Do you feel? You feel what you do to me? I tried to wait sweetheart. I tried to wait all week long, but I couldn’t make it. I did something naughty on Wednesday, alone, missing you, and thinking of you tenderly,” murmured Grant lovingly.
“You were naughty huh? You couldn’t wait cowboy? I didn’t….I didn’t think you would be able to wait…and I didn’t ask you to wait…but since you couldn’t wait, and it was quite naughty, maybe you might need to be punished long and hard over the weekend,” teased Thelma softly.
“Well….what do you mean you didn’t ask me to wait…well did you wait Ms. Goody, Goody, so it would be more special when you saw me again,” he teased pinching her thigh.
“This discussion isn’t about me, Mr. Wellington. This discussion is about whether you were a good husband, or a naughty boy,” demanded Thelma playfully.
“Did you wait Ms. Goody, goody? Teasing me, because I didn’t wait will you,” he murmured, leaning in and really pinching a piece of her thigh meat.
“Ouch, ouch that hurts,” she squealed giving his hand a stinging swat through her evening gown.
“Pinching that tender, soft little meat of yours really turns me on. Skin, softer than a babies, and it hardly ever bruises, even when I bite, and pinch, and I Love it!” he groaned.
“Well I am not a stick cushion Grant,” laughed Thelma swatting the back of his head.
“I’m not saying you are…but now, we are talking about you. Yes, I couldn’t help it. I played with myself. But you’ve never answered whether you played with yourself missy. I can’t believe the damn light is still red. Nothing is coming. I’m gonna run it,” said Grant.
“No baby, don’t do that. Cops are always around here, harassing people for speeding, but not the fools selling the horse on the corner. If a cop stops us, it’ll be really long before we get to…ahem….welcome each other,” laughed Thelma.
“Did you do it Thelma! Tell me darn it,” he murmured squirming around in the seat.
“The thought of me doing that….because I missed you, and our intimacies really has you all hot and bothered doesn’t it handsome?” said Thelma, chuckling coyly and batting her eyelashes.
“Yeah, yeah it does,’ said Grant, his erection painfully straining against his white suit pants.
“Well…girls have their secrets,” said Thelma chuckling naughtily.
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posted: 07/25/12 at 2:49 AM
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“Don’t play coy with me missy. You were so hot in your little panties for me on that first trip, one day after we’d made love the very first time, and you were sore….and I caught you, and it was the sweetest, naughtiest, most tender, sexy little thing that I ever did see. You playing with yourself in the moonlight under the covers, waiting for me to clean up the kitchen, in complete, sweet, private little shy bliss. Or so you thought. I watched you for almost a minute until you caught me. You were so darn adorable. Big pretty eyes all rolled up in your head. You were chewing your little lip and your forehead was wrinkled. Playing with your little bud. It was good to you. You missed me then. I know you did….and I was right there with you the whole time….so this week…..I know you got weak baby, tell your husband,” murmured Grant softly.
“Maybe…..maybe some mornings, when I gave myself a bath, I lingered too long on the bathtub ledge….or………or maybe the corner or the edge of the soap bar made itself somewhere that it shouldn’t have been while I was washing……..maybe….maybe one of the stuffed animals had an accident with his paw…” said Thelma was a husky little chuckle.
“All those times?!” said Grant, grinning and salivating.
“Well….I didn’t say all those times. I mentioned some scenarios that might have happened,” said Thelma blushing and fanning her little cheeks. Her face must have been feeling warm.
“It sounds like you had more trouble than I did. Well don’t worry baby, Hubby’s home to make it all better now sweetheart,” said Grant, running through the light anyway.
Thelma chuckled.
“You just ran that light anyway handsome! I didn’t say I did it all those times. I said what could have happened. I tried to be good too. I tried not to indulge too much,” said Thelma, laughing.
“I’m sure you did sweets. Well…I for my part, was a good husband, and only did once, but that means that, I’m really aching,” he murmured pulling into the space in front of his summer apartment, which he continued to lease as a weekend getaway for he and Thelma, despite the exorbitant price.
He couldn’t even wait for her to get out of the car, he ran around to her side, and lifted her off as though he was carrying her over the threshold.
She laced her arms happily around his neck, kissing him sweetly.
He grunted.
“My bags are in the trunk handsome,” said Thelma.
“I’ll get your little bags. Don’t worry about that now. Hush now. Hubby’s here to put out both of our fires,” said Grant softly.
He opened the door with the keys, frustrated he couldn’t get it open wide enough, he kicked it in with two firm kicks.
“Grant, you’re going to ruin your shoes,” laughed Thelma.
“I don’t care about them. I want you Thelma,” he groaned, placing her gently on her feet in the foyer.
Thelma leaned toward the light switch.
Grant slammed the door, eliminating any light in the apartment which was bouncing in off the street corner.
“Don’t. Just don’t. I want you right now. In the dark,” he murmured shutting the door and pushing her againt the doorframe.
“But baby, I can’t even see in front of me, I can’t see you it’s so dark,” murmured Thelma.
“That’s okay. There’s plenty of time to see me, and each other, later,” he murmured, backing her up against the wall.
She heard him swallow.
That was how hard he swallowed.
He sniffed around her ear and neck like a dog in heat.
“I feel you Thelma. I smell you Thelma. And I remember how you looked in your gown this evening. That’s really all I need. Take this Thing off,” he demanded, spinning her around on her heels.
“Umm…Okay,” said Thelma, softly, obediently.
That turned him on wildly! Simply madly. He’d taken her by surprise, and she was unusually shy, and subdued, though he could tell passionate, as she unzippered it a little bit.
“I’m gonna need your help for it to go the rest of the way,” murmured Thelma.
“Okay darlin’” said Grant.
He unzippered it, kissing and biting all down her back.
Her little coos, and groans made him drip a river of precum.
“Grant, baby I want it inside of me!” she screamed.
He’d forgot how sensual her little screams were.
“Not yet darlin’. Not yet. Keep on those little shoes darlin’. Step out of the gown,” he crooned softly, sweetly.
He was out of control with his own erotic hunger, but her own desire, rendered him able to take a smooth, doting, comforting approach that was thrilling for him.
“You make me feel like a man baby!” he groaned.
That was what was also different about the lovemaking with any other creature besides her. She was so sensual, and feminine even though she was tough, that she made him feel like a real man, because she was a real woman, and deeply, subconsciously, down to the wires of his soul he wanted to tame her, to make her his….and taming her was next to impossible….the only way he was able to tame her, was because she loved him….and one of the primary ways, was taming her erotically.
And he knew it too.
“You make me feel like a woman. A good woman too, who needs her husband and missed him so badly,” murmured Thelma.
“Let me make that good woman feel good then” he murmured.
And he was on his knees, in the dark.
Thelma, in only panties, bra, and white high heeled shoes, and he couldn’t see her, but he could imagine it.
He pushed her back up against the wall, and started kissing down her smooth, chocolate stomach.
Then he nuzzled her crotch and groaned.
“I missed how you smelled so much. I couldn’t wait to smell you again sweetness,” he murmured lovingly.
“So good to me. It’s so good to me baby,” he cried.
And he nibbled around her belly button, and then her crotch tenderly, and then he nuzzled her so fast and hard he startled her, he felt her stiffen at first, and then he realized it gave her sexual pleasure when she rocked her hips and started groaning.
“NO baby, I don’t want you to come yet, as much as I would like to think I made you come hard with only my nose rubbing against you,” he murmured, peeling down her wet panties.
“Come like this instead,” he murmured kissing her all around her crotch.
“Oh Grant, Grant baby, I missed you so much! I missed it so much!” she squealed, and squirmed into the dark.
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posted: 07/25/12 at 2:51 AM
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Grant was past all hope now, he groaned too, his penis ached so bad it was painful. And he couldn’t wait to put out the fire.
“I love you so much Thelma, I’m so weak and sick for you, I can’t even stop to please my self. As…as badly as my penis hurts, I just can’t even get it inside you for my own satisfaction first…I think….my little wifey, I love her so much, I gotta make her feel good first. I want her to cream her own little panties first, and then I can do it inside of her, and it’ll be lovely. But wifey first. And that’s how I know I love you so much. Baby I don’t love anybody else but you…not even myself. I need to make you happy first….I want to make you sing baby,” he murmured.
He lightly brushed his fingers over her damp nest of curls, and his whole body surged with joy when her pelvic muscles seemed to dance with joy at that light touch, and she was arching her hips.
“Rub it baby, rub me Grant, I missed it so much, all week long,” said Thelma.
He would rub it. But with his tongue pointing it outwards into her dark, curly little nest of hair, and that sweetness, that feminine musk, touched his taste buds with a jolt, that taste, connected with the sweet, indelible warmth, and footprint of her on his senses and memory.
“Oooooh I missed you so much sweetie,” he murmured into her vagina.
He buried his head in her stomach.
It took neither of them any time at all to realize he was crying.
Then her hands were in his red wavy hair, and she started to bend down to kiss him.
“NO, no, stay against the wall to be pleasured,” he murmured sniffling.
And then, as though he needed to please her in some way to prove his manhood, because she made him cry, because he’d missed her so terribly, he bent down spread her lips with a gentle forefinger and Thumb, and just let his tongue slide and glide, all around where his manhood should go, where her bud was, where her vulva was, just anywhere that her little inner lips were swollen, and puffy with pleasure, and anywhere he thought would bring her more joy.
“Oh, Oh Grant it’s sooo good to me baby…..Ughh,” she groaned, the words high and the top of her throat.
She thrusted towards him eagerly, pulling him by the hair, and her little muscles started to clutch, as though she was on the verge of climaxing.
But he didn’t want it over so soon.
He wanted to feel her heat, and taste her wetness more.
So he moved his lips and tongue away.
“I missed that cute little tail of yours too,” he murmured pinching apart her buttocks and licking the rim of her anus nastily, over, and over again.
“Oh Grant, it’s feels so good, and so naassttyy when you do it to me, It makes me know how much you love me!” she cried.
“I know baby, I know, it’s good to be nasty with your husband baby,” he murmured.
He did something wild, he never did before. He stuck his tounge inside. He penetrated her with his tounge, just a little.
He wouldn’t ever do it with anything else, but he figured, his tongue was gentle enough, it wouldn’t cause her any pain back there.
And when he did it, she went wild.
Her knees buckled with joy.
“Oh baby, stop, it’ so nasty, it’s nasty…” she groaned.
“But you like it,” he murmured tenderly, brushing her crotch gently.
He thought she’d come when he gently rubbed her crotch while rimming her little anus, but he didn’t want her to climax yet.
So he moved his tongue away form her buttocks, baptizing her cute little clitoris in his loving attentions over and over again.
He truly delighted as it swelled, and pulsed and, clearly, deliriously pleasured now, she wriggled her clitoris this way, and that, near his tongue, groaning,
“OH Grant, you make it feel so good baby….Oh Grant, Oh Grant, it’s so warm and good……”
Then there were emphatic cries..
First a series of
I’ll love you so much…
Then a steady chorus of….
“I’m coming, OOoooooh I’m coming so Hard….Oh Grant, I love what you do to me,”
And then pulling his hair, and mashing him so hard into her private areas and stomach so as not to loose the source of her joy and those muscles squeezing that he couldn’t breathe if he wanted to.
Then, finally, he felt she was spent.
But it was just beginning for him.
“Face the wall now lovely,” he murmured, still in the dark.
Her little breathing hadn’t returned to normal.
He felt a little guilty, her huffing and puffing with pleasure and exhaustion like a little blowfish, but he couldn’t, and wouldn’t wait anymore.
He unbuckled his pants.
They dropped to the floor.
He knew Thelma heard this.
He heard her mutter softly, as though a dream
“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me,”
And he answered, soft, dreamily like,
“Me either sweetheart,”
Before he’d dropped his pants, he’d slipped the condom out of his wallet.
In the dark, he tore it out of the foil wrapper, threw the wrapper in the floor and slipped it on.
“Now it’s your turn to make me better sweetheart, and I love you so much,” he whispered softly.
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posted: 08/05/12 at 12:29 AM
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Thelma’s knees knocked with pleasure. She knew Grant was revved up, and he was going to give it to her good, like she loved.
She wanted him to screw her so hard, and so deep, all weekend long, that she would be sore next week.
That way, every time she sat in a chair, sat in the bathtub, or walked around on stage, she could reminded of the passion they shared, and how he ravaged her.
She knew he didn’t like to be rough because he loved her, and he would need a bit of encouraging to help him loose all restraint, and screw her so good.
So, as soon as she knew the condom was on his manhood, she backed up her little rear against his penis, exciting him, and letting him feel the tip of her womanhood.
Being in the dark like this, her back to him, and forced up against the wall was seedy, erotic, intimate, and she loved it, because it helped her feel how much she could trust him, and how much she loved him, to do something so intimate, dark, and scary…and it was highly erotic, sensual, loving, and safe because of their wonderful bond.
“Thelma, sweetie,” he groaned.
She could feel him poking his manhood softly against her inner thighs, right where her buttocks rested.
“It’s sooooo hot, and so soft,” he groaned, taking her whole ear into his mouth tenderly.
“Hmmmm…..I don’t wanna wait anymore,” he murmured.
She could feel his fingers reach between her thighs, from behind, and splay her, and it felt lustful, and animalistic, and full of passion, and yet, and yet it was tender, feeling him open her up widely so that he could enter her.
He rocked toward her slowly, butting just the tip of his manhood up against her womanly entrance while she glowed with pleasure.
She could feel him, just on the tip of her, just at the entrance, ready to stretch her out, and love her, thoroughly.
He was teasing her, and himself, placing his thick package just right at the entryway where he should enter her.
“I don’t want to wait anymore sweetheart, do you?” asked Grant.
He was now nibbling and biting her ear with quite some lust.
“No, No,” groaned Thelma, and knowing that he would need encouragement to stretch her out and love her hard and good, pushed her rear firmly against his pelvis, firmly and headily taking his manhood swiftly within her.
“Oh, Oh, Oh, It’s so tight little wifey,” moaned Grant, slapping the wall with his pleasure, and backing her up even further into the wall.
“Oh you fill me so good! I missed it! I need it!” she yelled.
She did need it. It had been over a week since she’d had anything that large inside of her, since he was last within her, and the feeling of stretching and learning to accommodate him was intensely pleasurable.
It gave her the sensation of mostly pleasure, but that glimmer of pain that she also craved. That feeling as though she was being dominated, physically taxed a little bit, and filled, stuffed, and gorged for her husbands pleasure.
She spread her hands complicity on the wall.
“Oh it’s so tight and good lovely,” he murmured kissing her all along her ear, her neck, and her jaw.
Then she felt him squeeze her breasts vigorously.
“They feel so prefect to me, I’ve missed them so much,” he murmured.
He flicked her nipples roughly with his thumbs, and she cried out to him in satisfaction.
She liked the feeling of them being squeezed and flicked roughly.
“Grant, harder, love me harder,” she groaned.
“I don’t want to hurt you lovely,” he murmured thrusting into her firmly, yet tenderly.
“Oh Grant, I want it to hurt so good! Just take me, like you’ve wanted to all week long!” she moaned.
She felt his sweat on her neck, and his nose close to her neck.
She felt his tears on the nape of her neck.
She knew they were tears even in the dark, because he sniffled a little bit.
“I’ve been missing you too. Baby, I don’t want to hurt you sweetheart,” he groaned, thrusting faster with more intensity.
“It’s not hurting me, it’s hurting me so gooood! I’m a big girl, and I just want you to please me, and yourself,” moaned Thelma.
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posted: 08/05/12 at 12:30 AM
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She slid along the wall, down to the floor, with him still inside of her.
He followed her lead, thrusting when he could.
Then, they were both crouched in the corner, like two animals poised to give into their passion.
He grabbed the nape of her neck, and a tuft of her hair, kissing and biting her neck.
“MMmmm, you’re so passionate lovely, god how I love you! You’re so passionate, and it feels so good inside your love,” he murmured.
He crouched behind her, gripped her hard around her waist, squeezed her so tight, she couldn’t move or breathe if she wanted to.
She felt him biting her ear.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispered passionately.
Each bite of her ear was a little rougher and each thrust was a little rougher and more delicious, and though he was squeezing her tightly around her waist, she scratched his forearms to get free, so she could thrust too, and she thrusted back at him, just as hard, and thirstily as he was thrusting, over, and over, and over again.
“Oh you hurt me so good, with your love,”
“It’s good to me, Grant,” she groaned.
“I love how it feels,” she moaned loudly.
She did love how it felt.
He was stretching her out, every nerve, every fiber, and she could feel him deep, deep, deep in the pit of her belly.
And he was big, and he was strong, and he was virile, and he was manly, but he was weak. He was weak for her.
He moaned and groaned, and curled his big body with pleasure on top of hers, his limbs literally quivering with pleasure, and sweat on his brow.
“Oh baby, harder, harder” murmured Thelma.
He reached behind her, and he pinched her nipples very hard, which was thrilling for Thelma.
“Oooooohhhhh I’m coming, oh baby, I’m coming,” panted Thelma.
“OOoooohhh sweetie, me too, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I love you so much. Your husband loves you so much,” he gasped.
She couldn’t feel him coming inside her naturally, with the condom on. She really, really wanted to feel this one day soon and couldn’t wait for him to announce their marriage, but she still knew he was coming. She always knew because he always grabbed her, and thrusted into her even harder, an deeper a few times.
He still turned, and twisted himself inside of her a few more times, and then she felt him shudder again.
It was so powerful he hadn’t gotten it all out the first time, and her cheeks warmed with happiness.
“Oh that was so thrilling. You let me love you like an animal. No one has ever done that for me before. I’m so glad you’re my wife baby, you make every time so special. I’d been so hungry for you Thelma, I’ll love you so sweetly to make up for it later,” he whispered gently kissing her ear and neck.
“Who says that wasn’t loving me sweetly,” murmured Thelma softly struggling to catch her breath.
He’d loved her with that delicious glimmer of pleasure pain that she loved, and she was thrilling that she was just a hair sore, and she was partway along on her plan to be deliciously sore down there, all week long so she could be reminded of their passion.
“It was wonderful, but….I didn’t get to kiss and love each part. I like to do that too,” he murmured taking her hand.
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posted: 08/05/12 at 12:31 AM
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“And I didn’t mean to hurt these lovely things,” he murmured very tenderly stroking her breasts with gentle palms. Feather light, a delicious contrast to his pinching before.
“Oh Grant, I’m a big girl, and I like when you tease my nipples both ways. I like when you rub them like they are silk. But I don’t mind you pinching them roughly sometimes either. It was so hungry the way we loved each other. Just like you said, how we missed each other,” said Thelma.
“Yes lovely. We missed each other. Maybe we need to love each other hungrily and urgently when we first see each other after our week apart, and then we’ll be able to savor each other later,” said Grant.
“That sounds good to me. But I’m getting sore bent over in this corner,” said Thelma, standing up and stretching.
“I was feeling so good…..I wasn’t even remembering that I was on all fours like a puppy. Here, let me help you,” murmured Grant.
He gently took off her shoes. She’d been wearing them the whole time.
Then, he surprised Thelma.
He kissed and nibbled each of her toes.
And she was so glad it was dark.
Tears leapt to her eyes.
“Grant, baby, what are you doing, that tickles,” murmured Thelma.
“Kissing your pretty little gum drop, chocolate toes. I missed you. All of you. Including your little piggies,” teased Grant softly.
Thelma yawned, he’d exhausted her with pleasure and joy.
“I missed you too,” she murmured adoringly, stroking his wild, red hair.
He stood up.
He turned the light in the foyer on by the switch.
Her eyes were still watery.
“Don’t look sad, we’re together now. And my, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured kissing her forehead.
“You’re beautiful too Grant,” said Thelma softly, adoringly, grinning.
Thelma bent down to pick up her evening gown and panties.
“Darling, you don’t need any clothes at all. Not for the rest of the night, and probably the better part of the morning. Here, I’ll put this lovely gown on the chair, so it doesn’t get wrinkled. But….but you won’t be needing any clothes,” murmured Grant softly.
“What about to sleep in, while I snuggle next to you. The good sex has me sleepy,” said Thelma yawning.
He lovingly stroked her nose with his finger.
“You’ll sleep next to me. Naked as the day you are born. I’ll keep you warm. I’ve been missing you. This’ll give me easy access to you all night long. I don’t think you’re gonna be getting that, that much sleep anyway. Maybe some cat naps here and there. You can start one if you want since I wore you out,” said Grant walking her hand in hand to the bedroom.
“You didn’t wear me out, I’m just getting started,” said Thelma stifling another yawn.
Grant chuckled uproariously.
“Nothing makes a husband happier than to think that he’s exhausted his wife with sexual satisfaction. Get a cat nap, and after I finish bringing in your luggage, I’ll probably pounce on you again,” he teased.
He smoothed back the bed for her.
He threw on only his suit pants.
“I’m going to go outside and get your luggage,” murmured Grant.
“You’ve got enough stuff out there to move in,” sighed Grant, bringing in her luggage.
“I wanted to have something for every occasion,” said Thelma.
Then, like a schoolboy, once he had everything in the room, he kicked his heels in the air.
He threw his pants on top of her evening gown on the couch, turned off the light in the foyer, and ran towards the bedroom.
Thelma was sleepy, and comforted by the smell of his skin, and cologne, which still lingered even as she’d waited for him to return to the bedroom.
She’d missed him, and missed smelling like his skin, his cologne, and his sweat, from him spending hours on top of her, like he had the whole summer long.
He surprised her by the way he settled next to her under the covers.
“Just let me hold you,” he murmured pulling her into his chest.
And he just kissed her forehead over, and over, and over again.
But they were not passionate kisses.
Like in the car, they were doting, worshipful, and surreal.
“Oh Grant, you kiss me like you love me so much,” said Thelma.
“I do love you so much. And I love holding you close to me naked, as close as we can be. Nothing to come between us. Not our clothes, nothing, but just our hearts, and bodies, and each other. I want to hold you like this every night for the rest of my life, and kiss and caress your perfect little skin every minute,” he murmured lovingly.
“Grant, Grant, you make me feel like a princess, and like you love me so much talking so sweet like that. I missed it. You talk like you love me so much,” she murmured squeezing her eyes shut. Even though they were already married, his deep bottomless love for her still felt surreal for a girl who spent her childhood feeling teased, and underprivileged.
She was stifling the urge to cry.
“Of course I love you so much. Baby…baby tomorrow, I want a wedding ring for me. I’m ready. I want everyone to know that I’m taken. Taken by you. And…and if they see a ring, well, they won’t even ask if I’m single, they’ll know I’m married. Back at school,” said Grant.
“But…but baby, what about your parents, I thought you wanted us to keep it quiet for at least another ten months,” said Thelma.
“Well, I do for my parents, only because I want them to pay for me to finish school, but school is school, and home is home. I’m fully committed to you. I want any woman I go to school with to know as soon as she sees me. And, if they start to get out of the way, and say something forward to me, I will make sure to point out the ring and tell them. I’ll tell them I’m married,” said Grant lovingly.
“I…..I love how faithful you are Grant. I….I can trust you. I have to admit that I worry about you being all alone without me on that campus with those attractive co-eds. But you, wanting to have a ring to show your commitment. Wow! That makes me trust you more. Yeah…if you want a ring, we can get you one tomorrow. Sounds like a fun way to spend a Saturday afternoon,” said Thelma.
She hid in his neck.
He started stroking her from the back of her hair all the way down to her buttocks lovingly with both hands over and over again.
“OH Grant, it feels so good to have you touching my skin again,” murmured Thelma.
She knew she was wetting his chest with her tears of joy and she was glad that he didn’t call her on it, as usual, out of respect for her “toughness”.
“It feels good to touch this soft skin again. You just….you just lay here right under my heart and you rest the whole night through. You’re so safe in my arms. I will never, ever let anyone or anything hurt you darlin’,” he said tenderly.
“I won’t let nothin’ hurt you either Grant, said Thelma stroking his red chest hairs adoringly and looking into his eyes in the glow of the moonlight.
The two of them were so tired out from their lovemaking and anticipation of seeing each other that they swiftly fell asleep cuddling each other naked under the covers, snoring.
And Thelma, for her part, snoring and drooling like a toddler. Just like Grant loved. Back together at last, for the weekend at least.
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