Hunger Pangs

Lacey marveled at the authoritative grip hubby had on her as he directed her back to her car. He placed her in the car. She saw his hand directing her to park the car where they had just had their amazing tryst of passion. He had lovingly supported her as she tried to hold her balance on that short walk that felt like miles.

Barely coherent, she pulled up into the parking spot at a bad angle and across three stalls. She didn’t care. She needed her man in her and that was all her brain could process straight.

Jumping out of the car and attempting to jump on hubby, Lacey fought the confusion she felt as hubby grabbed her mid air and placed her back on the ground.

No hug? No cuddle? No making out passionately? No continuing?

The look on hubby’s face was stern but kind. As if he understood her wants but distinguishing from her needs.

With a firm yet gentle hand cupping the side of her face, hubby transmitted feelings of security that calmed her down as he guided her towards the wall again. Lacey’s knees gave out. She could not possibly endure another amazing round of tongue lashing. Not while this weak. Not while this hot. Not while this bothered.

Hubby placed his other hand on her tummy. The fire that passed through the fabric nearly caused her to have another mini-orgasm. His other hand went from cupping her fact to wrapping around the back of her neck and pushing her forward.

OK…OK… doggie style… on this hot hood though?

Before Lacey could explain, hubby quickly removed his jacket and placed it on the hood in one fell swoop of a flicked wrist. Eyes widening, Lacey barely registered the unbuckling of his belt as the sting of leather slapping her tush spiked her estrogen off the charts.

He was hitting all the grace notes she needed as she assumed her position and took in the new sensations of leather finding their mark very skillfully.

Just when she was at her limits and ready to scream, as tears flowed, hubby stuffed himself very deeply into her… lifting her up onto her tip toes.

Words can not do justice the massive impact of exuberant joy and pleasure that slammed into her forehead. Hubby was finally using her exactly as she had fancied. Strong deliberate forceful slams filled her and pushed her inner demons out her mouth.

Lacey lost count of the amount of deep dives hubby was taking. She wanted more. Deeper. Harder. And he was listening to her body and delivering. Grabbing a handful of her ample rear, hubby splayed her open as he filled her to capacity with each victorious stroke of genius.

When Lacey felt hubby’s hands grabbing and securing her breast, her ability to hold her orgasms in check failed and her body exploded in a massive four dimensional release of tension layered with a guttural scream of elation.

Somewhere in the racks of crashing orgasmic waves, hubby found his release. So profound was the union that Lacey lost track of time and space. When she regained her awareness, she was in the backseat of the car with her head resting in his lap as the cool conditioned air caressed her overheated body.

How did he manage to fold her legs in her favorite position to keep the door closed was a bit of a mystery to her, but the calming feel of having no worries in the world made everything feel perfect. She didn’t mind the way he was caressing her body and tracing out words all about.

His face. Lacey always wondered what a man thought after mind blowing sex. Serene. Calm. Gathered. Alert. Poised.

Cool as can be. As if he had not had any encounter with her at all.

“Hon, how can you look so put together after what we had?”

“You were out a bit, I had time to gather myself”

The way he smiled with the edge of his lips, she knew he was containing himself masterfully. She laughed and giggled. Too cute. Lacey loved how strong her beast was. Always was. She reached up and tickled his ribs. That always broke his serenity. She loved seeing him laugh even more. This time, he didn’t hold back.

Instead, he laughed wholeheartedly and tickled back. It wasn’t long before they were both spent and looking a very hot mess.

Hubby picked up his phone.

Work.

“I am taking the rest of the day on the road. I have an important client to do. See you all tomorrow”

Naughty!

“A client to do?”

“Yeah. She seems to not know how to address me.”

“Whatever do you mean?”