Written for prompt 03 for the March contest!
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When my husband and I first started dating all those years ago, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We pounced on each other every chance we got, seldom waiting for the door to close behind us.
I wished I could go back. Nowadays, it felt like a chore. Scheduling was most of the issue; Robert’s new job had us working opposite shifts. Intimacy suffered immediately. We made due with quickies. There was never time for foreplay. We just got right down to it. It was fun at first, but consistency became a problem.
Having significantly less sex, but a libido that burned as hot as ever, I took to reading erotica, and it was like being young all over again. Fresh fantasies had my imagination running wild. I discovered kinks I never knew I had and found the novelty in the new all over again. After dabbling in physical books, my collection grew, accumulating quickly.
On the rare occasion we had sex, it was more of the same, but the prospect of my stories was my incentive to power through it. Robert would wipe me down, and I’d roll over to grab the book off my nightstand. The stories were exciting, the characters were fun, and I started wondering what it’d be like to have a sex life like that.
My eyes were glued to the page. In my peripherals, I could see that my new hobby affected Robert. There was dejection, sure, but he understood. When I picked up my book, he reached for his phone; in a way, we were on the same page.
One night, I expected the usual routine: Robert would grab his phone once I go for my book. Except this time, he proved me wrong. He left his phone sitting on the bedside table, and instead, he scooted closer to me. I feel him read over my shoulder, mouthing words to himself. His arm draped over me, resting on my stomach.
Part of me wanted to squirm away, wiggle out of his arms, but another part told me to scooch back into him. It was an attempt to meet me where I am, and I knew better than to spit at his efforts.
I reached for the corner of the page and glanced back at him. He nodded once he was ready. His nervous smile told me he was self-conscious about reading so slowly, but I assured him that it was okay. Speed came with practice (and I’ve had plenty of time to practice these past few months).
We read a few chapters, mostly in silence. Sometimes I felt him shift: his hands along my body, his legs interweaving mine, or his chest on my back.
“I see why it’s the first thing you do when we’re done,” he joked nervously, and I felt heat bloom across my cheeks. “It’s pretty good, though. Can I read it from the beginning at some point? I just think I missed some context.”
“Sure,” I told him, a little endeared that Robert was so interested. No judgement. No anger. No argument. I wondered if I was too quick to shut him out. “Do you mind spoilers? I’m happy to clear anything up.”
“I’ll read it anyway, but yeah, I’ll pick your brain.” He stopped to think. “Right, so she’s living with these guys, right? I noticed they don’t really…ask if she’s up for sex; they just kinda…go for it. It feels…”
He trailed off, and his brows furrowed as he searched for the words. I knew what he meant, and my hand rested on his shoulder. “Obviously, they should ask, but they sort of establish a free use dynamic in chapter…three, I think? Basically, it’s a preestablished agreement: she’s… available for them, whether or not sex is explicitly initiated.”
Robert tilted his head, thought to himself, and eventually nodded. “Interesting. I had no idea that was a thing.”
“Any other questions?”
“So, this free use thing…are you into it because it’s different, and not something we practice?” he asked. “Or…is it something that you’d be into?”
“I think part of it is the novelty, for sure,” I started with a shrug. A smile crossed my face. “But like, imagine: these guys can’t resist her because they think she’s so attractive, and she loves the idea of just being used at any time of the day. There’s something there, for sure.”
“You know, I find you irresistible.”
I giggled, looking back at him with a raised brow. “Even after all these years?”
“Of course,” he said, without an ounce of mirth in his voice. “There’s so many times around the house where it takes all my willpower to keep my hands off of you. I’m thinking of last week when you were dusting the living room–”
“My hair was up, and I had an oversized tee on. That does it for you?”
“You do it for me,” he clarified with a smile. His eyes glazed over. Robert was getting lost in his daydreams, and I chuckled. “Most of the issue has just been the new work schedule, and it’s felt more like a date on the calendar than a more spur-of-the-moment thing.”
“Going forward,” I started, pausing, pursing my lips. “I think that a free use dynamic would be kind of nice, actually. Yes. Let’s do it.”
“Both ways?”
“Both ways,” I repeated, “So, you’re not safe either, mister.”
Robert hummed contentedly to himself. He returned to the spot behind me and held me close. His arms felt tighter. After a sharp breath, I pushed back against him. My eyes fixated on a sentence; it was harder to concentrate. His hands pressed against my pajama bottoms. A charged touch, but not inherently sexual.
My hips unconsciously humped against his hand. His fingers twitched, and I thought it was accidental, but the pressure increased.
“You’re starting a little sooner than I thought you would, I murmured through a moan. The last few chapters had already riled me up, but his touch worked wonders, the slow caress of my folds over my bottoms made me bite my lip.
“Just keep reading. You can always tell me what I missed later,” Robert said, rolling me onto my back and parting my legs.
The pages blurred as my concentration split. Robert’s hands peeled down my pajamas and panties, pressing his tongue against my needy folds.
I slammed the book shut in my hands, grabbed his hair, and held him against me.
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I forgot just how good he was with his mouth. Quickies weren’t conducive for foreplay at all, but last night, he took his time. I just remembered screaming louder than I had since he started the new job.
I woke up to an empty bed. My book was missing, and music played from the TV in the living room. I smelled bacon.
Digging through my drawers, I found an older slip to put on. It fit loosely, not particularly flattering, but it was comfy and breathable. I followed the smell into the kitchen and found him plating the final few strips of bacon before turning off the stove.
Robert turned to look at me. “This book is pretty good. You’re definitely gonna have to give me some other recommendations.”
“Someone’s in a good mood,” I teased with a smile. “I’m not sure why, though. I didn’t even reciprocate. You basically put me to bed after what you did last night.”
“Even still, I had fun. I don’t get to do that nearly as often as I want.”
We sat together at the table, chatting about the book, mostly. He brought up parts he enjoyed, and we laughed together about some of the cringier pieces of dialogue. It was a good time. We had plenty of food, and the meal went without incident.
Unfortunately.
Our new agreement (and the spontaneity of going down on me while I read) still had my mind in a frenzy. I wondered if he was going to make me his appetizer before breakfast. Or if he’d take me over the sink while I did the dishes.
I had to remind myself, so that’s not necessarily how it was going to be right away. It was still new for us. We walked into the living room, and even yesterday‘s messes were tidied up already. Laundry was folded in the basket, ready to be put away. I wondered just how early Robert woke up, but I’ll never complain about a weekend with fewer chores to do.
There was temptation to pull his pants down and reward him for his hard work (both from this morning and last night), but I find myself watching whatever show he put on. It was one of the later seasons, and I asked questions for some context. Robert was happy to explain, but eventually it felt like he spent more time explaining plot points than actually watching the show. I grabbed my book, figuring it’d be more productive to read and less of a bother for my husband.
I loved our lazy days. Sometimes, it was nice to just stay in and not worry about getting dressed or dolled up. We lost track of just how many episodes Robert watched, but my book was getting good too. My legs clenched together, trying to snuff out the accumulating heat between them.
My gaze snuck off the page when I felt Robert part my legs. He peeled my slip up, and his eyes widened when he realized there was nothing else underneath. This was by design, and the surprise on his face was well worth it. He slipped the spaghetti straps off my shoulders and pulled my top down to reveal my breasts. His fingers fiddled with my nipples, stiffening them with ease.
Robert slid his shorts down, and I took a long look at his bulge. He looked like a treat the way he filled out the gray boxer briefs, and the wet spot forming around his tip made me wonder if something from his show excited him.
“I’ve been wanting you since you walked to the kitchen,” he growled slowly.
My book fell over my mouth as my breath hitched. Good thing, too. It hid my stupid grin. I licked my lips and tried to do some more reading. “Then why didn’t you do anything about it? I told you I’m yours, whenever you want, Robert.”
His response is inaudible, muffled against the inside of my thigh. His kisses trail up towards my center. It was for the best that he waited. I liked him like this. Desperate. The way he touched me. The way he looked at me. He needed me so badly. His tongue on my clit only stoked the flames further.
Robert lifted for air, and his gaze paused my breath. He asked, “How much further in the book did you get?”
“Not much at all–” I moaned with a grin, “–especially when you keep trying to distract me–”
“Don’t mind me, focus on reading,” he said with a grin. “Read out loud, too. I don’t wanna miss a thing.”
“S-sure,” I stammered. It was one hell of a suggestion. I scanned the page frantically, picking up where I left off. “He pounds into me, nice and slow, and his hands on my waist pull me further onto his cock…”
I paused as my eyes shut. Robert’s tongue flattened along me, lapping along my folds. No fair. “He pulls out, panting, flipping me over, bending me over the couch before shoving himself in deep. I gasp.”
Robert’s tongue felt amazing. He pushed me closer to climax, and then he stopped. My eyebrows furrowed, and I whined, looking down at him. He sported a smile. “Do you want it like that, baby? Do you want me to take you from behind?”
I nodded, and he turned me over. Stiff nipples rubbed against the couch cushion. I propped the book up to read more. “He pounds repeatedly, slamming into my sweet spot.”
Robert’s fingers found the crease between my stomach and thighs. His hold was unwavering, and his hips crashed into my ass. It was like every word I read gave him the recipe for what to do.
I licked my lips. My body bounced against the couch to his rhythm. It’s harder to concentrate on the book. The words blur, and I swear they’re flying off the page. I whimpered, and my nails dug into the book’s cover. “He spanks my ass hard–”
I wince when Robert’s hand met my rear with a loud clap. His strokes continued, and I powered through reading more. “I feel a tug on my hair. I’m all his.”
Robert balled my hair into his hand and gave me a light tug. A quiet “harder” was ingrained into a shudder, and my head arched back towards him. He pushed deeper, driving along my sweet spot, and I dropped the book entirely.
Newly-freed hands wandered: one on my breast, squeezing it tightly and rubbing my nipple, and the other reached down for my bud, swiping along it in tune with his thrusts. His other hand moves from my hips up to the breast left neglected, circling my pointed peak with his fingertip.
He leaned down, placing kisses on my back, following up my spine. Each kiss lingered longer, and the heat of his lips stoked my fire. My legs twitched, and my bud bloomed when my fingers rubbed faster. The higher his kisses travelled, the more I turned over my shoulder. My lips wanted him, and I puckered them to beg for a loving peck.
This position wouldn’t allow it, though our lips grazed. I whined, and that filled him with zeal, pushing deeper and harder. Robert instead locked his lips onto my neck, drawing a groan, and his tongue licking the sensitive skin was the nail in the coffin.
My fingers, his mouth, his cock. It all worked together to push me to climax. My body tensed, but he didn’t let up, each stroke pressing against my favorite spot. I shuddered, grinned, and my view of the room sharpened in time.
Robert’s thrusts didn’t stop, but I tapped his stomach, pushing him out, and tapped the couch for him to sit. He moved fast and groaned as soon as I took him into my mouth. He was throbbing already, likely close from working my pussy so well. My lips locked around him, bobbing down, while my hand stroked, milking him for everything he had.
Eyes widened when I felt him fill my mouth, but I refused to waste a drop. He twitched when he’d had enough, and I lifted off, showing him my cum-covered tongue before gulping it all down.
Robert was speechless, all smiles. He grabbed the book, and put an arm around me when I sat next to him. “I think…we should stay in and read all day. Sounds nice.”
I rolled my eyes, grinning, knowing full well we wouldn’t get far.
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