I finish preparing dinner, shower, and paint my nails a red colour all before Rich returns from work. For the first time in ages, I even manage to shave everywhere without cutting myself. My biggest fear is just before the wedding I’m going to cut my legs while shaving. I have thought of waxing, but I don’t think I can cope with the pain. I know people say that pain is just part of looking beautiful, but I’m not so sure about that one.
I made a speech prior to booking the wedding date that there would be no sex the week before we get married. I want our wedding night to be special. Now, I think I will be struggling with this decision. I plan to make sure I get plenty before our wedding week begins. I am wearing Rich’s favourite little black halter dress that barely covers my bum and shows just enough of my cheeks to drive him wild. He loves it. I have been a little bit naughty. Okay, very naughty. I am not wearing underwear and have added my black stilettos. Perfect. My hair is down, exactly the way he likes it, and I’m not wearing any makeup. This is how my baby likes to see me.
“Honey, I’m home!” Rich yells as he comes through the door, looking all hot and sweaty from his run. He always goes for a three to five mile run after work. He is a fitness freak sometimes, so I would love for him to take a day off from running once in a while.
“Hi,” I say, leaning against the doorway in a suggestive manner, my arm above my head in the full-on come and get me pose.
“Oh. Wow, are you trying to kill me, Jen?” He winks.
“Never.” I giggle, hoping I am killing him. I plan to make that man work his arse off after dinner.
“Quick shower and I am all yours, baby girl,” he says, placing a little peck on my lips before smacking my bum and running up the stairs.
Rich began calling me baby girl the second time we saw each other. I can’t help but blush when he says it, even after all this time together. I sit myself on a bar stool in the kitchen and wait for him. He is only gone for five minutes because he takes quick showers when I am not with him. If I didn’t have a nice meal planned, I would join him. I might take him for another one later.
“I am back, baby girl,” Rich announces as he walks into the kitchen wearing only black trousers. His bare chest is on full display and his perfect back is sparkling from water trickling down it. His hair is also wet. He looks so fuckable. Food first. We need to eat first, I try to convince myself.
“Are you ready for something to eat?” I question.
“Yes, always.” He pauses. “Food later. You now.” He places his lips straight on mine. While tilting my head back, his tongue slides straight into my mouth and his hand gently pulls my hair. I let out a little moan. He is an amazing kisser.
He releases me. “Upstairs now, baby girl.”
“Oh, really?” I tease, placing my hands on my hips and pushing my chest out farther while trying to keep a straight face.
“Yes, or I am going to take you here on the breakfast bar.” He winks.
“Well, it does need christening.” I giggle.
“That’s it.” Rich slips his arms around me, lifting me up onto the wooden breakfast bar situated in the middle of the kitchen. This is where I’m going to regret not closing the blinds. I just hope no one walks past or comes to the door. They will catch us right in the middle. Just the thought of being caught makes me blush.
“Oh, no knickers,” Rich says, sliding his hand up my inner thigh, slowly making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end.
I lean, arching my back more. Oh, he is such a tease. He kisses his way down my thigh, calf, and ankle. Oh, man. He stands straight, walking in between my legs and pulling me up. Our eyes lock, and I feel his hand reach around my neck, untying my dress. His arms slip down my sides, grabbing hold of the bottom of the dress and pushing it over my head.
“You’re perfect, Jen,” he says, placing his lips back on mine. His hands travel to my breasts and his fingers find my nipples, squeezing them gently. Mmm. His lips leave mine, moving straight onto my neck, and trailing little kisses down to my breasts.
“Baby girl, I am going to make you scream tonight,” he says before he moves to the other nipple.
I can’t talk. I just lean farther back, pushing my chest more into his mouth. His hand moves around to support my back, and I feel his fingertips walking up and down my spine. His lips leave my nipples, going down my body to my navel, his tongue flicking over my belly bar. He knows how much I love his tongue travelling all over me, exploring me. His hand continues to explore, reaching my pussy, his finger slowly rubbing over my clit. His tongue leaves my navel going straight to my pussy, planting a little kiss on the top. His finger stops rubbing my clit and he slowly slides it in, only one, making sure I am ready for him.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he whispers, but all I can manage is a moan.
He slowly pulls out his finger, only to insert four at once. Oh. This time he moves faster; his fingers slide in and out over and over again, while his tongue licks my clit and I begin to feel myself building.
“You’re going to come soon, baby. Not yet,” he states, removing his fingers from me.
“That’s… not… fair,” I reply while trying to catch my breath.
“How would you like it?” He asks as I slowly sit myself up to look at him. He has dropped his trousers and stands before me with his cock in his hand. I lean to take hold of it. This is not like Rich. Where is all the fun foreplay? Is he afraid someone might see us? He’s wanted a lot of quickies recently, I can’t even remember the last time he let me give him a blow job.
“Not yet,” he says pushing me back down. “Fast or slow?”
“Fast,” I answer.
He slowly sides the tip of his cock into me, teasing me. Sometimes, I forget how big he is. He continues at a gentle pace, picking up speed as my body adjusts to him. Oh, man. He pulls me farther off the bar and starts pumping faster and faster. One hand is squeezing my bum, the other playing with my nipples. He knows exactly what I like. Oh, baby.
“I’m going to come,” he announces between breaths.
I am so close. I hope he can hold on.
“Arghhhh!” He yells.
He slowly slides himself out before placing his tongue on my clit, sucking me, his fingers sliding back in me.
“Ohhh, yeah, arghhhhh.”
Rich stands beside me and picks me up with my legs hanging over his arms. “Bed, baby girl,” he whispers into my ear as he carries me up the stairs. I reach out pushing our bedroom door open. He gently lays me down on the bed before climbing in beside me.
I turn to face him. “Jen, sleep time, baby,” he says, placing a little kiss on my head before turning around.
That’s not normal. Rich never does that. He always wants to cuddle first and then sleep, if not round two before sleep. Why is tonight different? What about the lovely meal I made? He never turns down food; he loves to eat everything. It just doesn’t make any sense at all. What is wrong with my baby boy?
I try to talk to him, but he ignores my questions. I lie there confused and wait for him to fall asleep. He curls up into a little ball on the other side of the bed, looking so cute and peaceful. I just want to curl up behind him, but something’s not right. I climb out of bed and make my way to the shower with tears rolling from my eyes. I have so many unanswered questions.