Clark was having a lovely but cold day. He had forgotten his gloves. Not from carelessness, but from lack of supervision. Raven, well, it was not her fault actually that Clark had forgotten his gloves. So she told herself over and over.

Let’s back up a quick second. Clark… married to Raven. They’ve been extending their honeymoon now three years. Everyone is waiting for them to stop acting all love-dove-get-a-room nonsense that is not supposed to last so long.

ok. Back tot he story

Raven was a big time ice hockey fan and was supporting the local team. They were not professionals by any stretch of the imagination. They were a bunch of cool guys who spend part of their weekend playing for the love of the game. The locals had become a devoted group of fans who wanted these fellas to keep at their craft. It was entertaining.

Clark, not one to withhold fun from his lady, went to the games to support her hobby. If it was up to him, he’d be using his own version of ice hockey… the one where he crushed ice and used it to enhance the sexual experience he was creating for Raven.

The gloves, well, those were his favorite leather gloves, was being loaned to Raven so she could warm up from being in a cold office. The mystery Clark could never fully understand was how his wife always seemed totally frozen stiff from work but never show any signs of cold in the ice rink.

Today, Raven had left the gloves in the car. Clark made a mental note to not get slack on his accountability towards his gloves. He had wrongly assumed that Raven would remember to bring them into the rink once they parked the car.

Well… no. Raven was not one to admit how forgetful she often got with respect to the things Clark asked her to remember, do, or keep. This would be handled later that night with his new plexi-glass paddle he recently purchased.

For now, keeping his hands warm was becoming all the more important. He could take a break and run to the car to get them, but then, he’d have to not only face the cold… but upset many adoring fans who didn’t care for someone obstructing their views during the drive for a hat-trick.

At least Raven was warm from all the jumping about and cheering she was doing. Seeing her skirt bouncing about as she enthusiastically encouraged her favorite goalie, Clark took note of the missing undies beneath the nylon she had on.

With a naughty smile, Clark found heat swelling from beneath his belt through his chest. Maybe, tonight, after some paddle work, he’d reward his kitten for playing sweet at the rink. But that would have to wait a little.

Hand Warming

To his surprise, after parking the car, Clark found Raven skirtless when he arrived up to their room. Not quite sure what to make of this, Clark hung back by the door to see what his wife was up to.

She had gotten down on the ground and was looking for something below the bed. If there was a surprise for him, he’d have to act like he didn’t know what it was. Not that there was anything really.

The cold feeling in his hands was a little annoying and distracting. However, another idea crossed his mind that needed immediate attention. Raven was toying with him, as she was taking way too long to find whatever she was barely looking for.

With as light a step as he could, he walked up to her, got down on one knee, and placed his hands “in the pocket”. He loved calling the special place the pocket because his hand always found the heat he wanted as well as made her wet in the process.

Raven yelped and jumped from the feel of cold hands but quickly returned to her pose while crossing her feet together. The way she giggled almost sounded like a suppressed purr of a cat in heat. She only giggled that way when she was feeling extra frisky in a naughty way.

As his hands warmed quickly, Clark started to move about the pocket and felt the wetness he always enjoyed. Raven’s body reacted and adjusted such to give him better access.

“Kitten being such a good girl” he growled softly.

He knew how her body moved and responded.

“Yes daddy”

Something cold touched his hands. Puzzled, Clark furrowed his brows as he tried to identify the object that Raven had slipped by his fingers. Felt like a letter opener.

It was!

With one skilled move of the hand, he pulled the nylon and slipped the letter opener right through… giving him full access to her softness.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment all day” she purred.

“Just a few moments longer, daddy will take care of this need of yours”

“Please Daddy”

Clark, knowing how much he wanted her decided that the paddle would get used a bit later after they talked about his gloves. For now, he wanted his cake and eat it too.

With his hands now properly warmed, Clark lifted his Raven off the floor and placed her on the edge of the bed. She assumed the same position she had before while biting her lips in anticipation.

The sound of his belt unbuckling sent shivers of anticipation racing through her arteries. Would he use the belt, would he not?

Clark placed his scarf on the small of Raven’s back as he removed the extra layers of clothing off of himself. Looking at Raven’s muscles tightening and dancing, he knew she was eagerly waiting his next move. Breathing a bit slower and smiling a bit more, Clark decided to pause and watch.

Raven twitched her feet eagerly. She even wiggled her tush. How he loved how she moved her rear. Yet, he waited. Raven felt herself getting extra heated and super wet. The anticipation always killed her. She never knew how he would initiate their first contact when he paused like that.

Slowly taking the scarf off her back, he playfully pretended to spank her with it. Raven giggled. She wanted him and this was just driving her nuts.

One flick of the wrist, the scarf wrapped around her shoulders. Not sure what to think, Raven held still. This was different. Weird. But cool.

Suddenly, the scarf grew very tight and slipped down to her elbows. In very efficient fashion, Clark secured the scarf such that each elbow touched a knee while being super close to each other. The net effect was keeping Raven’s rear very high up in the air while keeping her secured in place on the edge of the bed.

Grabbing a fist full of bedsheets and biting down on some of it, Raven gleefully braced herself as Clark filled her to the maximum with his meat.

Between muffled screams of joy and pleasure, Clark unleashed all his pent up energy into his lady. Good thing he held on to her gorgeous hips to keep her from slipping away or off the bed. She took him hungrily. He delivered with power.

By the time they were both spent, it was clear, Clark’s hands were no longer cold. That made the cuddling all that much more special for Raven as she loved the feel of his warm hands caressing her breast as they both cherished the after-glow of bliss.

 

this story was inspired in part by a post by Instagram’s @naughty_in_nylon who shared the following photo on her profile. Thank you for the inspiration.. what a nice “pocket” lol