We Are More Important

I love my husband very, very much, but sometimes he gets focused on something, and, as we regularly say, he’s “like a dog on a pork chop” about it. Lucky me, often I’m the pork chop, but there are times other things take his attention. For the most part, that’s not a problem, as I, too, have my intense concentration moments. But if my body is in need of attention, I can be just as focused at getting what I want: physical love from my wonderful husband.

One day, I was really feeling that need. There wasn’t any real reason. I was even in a different room, reading my book, but all of a sudden, I knew I needed my man in that special way. So I went off in search of him. I found him at the computer, looking up something he needed to complete a project. I walked up behind him, rubbed his shoulders a little bit, asking how it was going, kind of gauging how easy it would be to draw him away. He sort of glanced up at me and smiled, but he wasn’t really seeing the smoldering look I was giving him. He was definitely all wrapped up in what he was doing, and this wouldn’t be easy, but I absolutely wasn’t going anywhere.

While I was still rubbing his shoulders, I leaned down and kissed his neck, trailing his neck with kisses up to his earlobe, where I sucked on his earlobe a bit before whispering “I’d love you to finish that later.” But all I got in return was “love you, too, babe. Just 10 more minutes, I promise, and I’ll be done.” Well. That didn’t work for me AT ALL. I pouted a little, but he didn’t see it, already back to looking at the glowing screen. I moved my hands down from his shoulders, rubbing down his front, grazing over his nipples, then back up again. I kept repeating the action, each time getting closer and closer to the waistline of his shorts. With each pass I made with my hands over his nipples, I could feel them hardening. I still had my mouth near his ear, so he could feel me breathing into his ear. That close, I could feel his breath start to quicken a bit, and with each pass, I felt the beating of his heart speed up a bit too, but he was still pretty focused on the screen. I took a peek over his shoulder and down into his lap. Mmmm, I saw exactly what I was looking for. His body had come over to MY side, and the start of that telltale bulge in his pants said I was about to get exactly what I wanted. I grinned.

Finally, he looked up from the computer screen and saw the heat in my eyes. I saw it mirrored back in his. Then he turned to kiss me deeply, running his hands through my hair, down to my neck. We were both breathing heavily by now. As he kissed me, I turned the chair more toward me, feeling that wonderful bulge I so wanted more of as I unzipped his pants while I was kissing him. I happily set his cock free and dropped to my knees to take him into my mouth. He arched his back and started to moan, grabbing my hair more tightly.

Then he said breathily, “I love looking at you take me into your mouth” and started to stroke my face.

I started working over the head of his cock with my tongue, using my hands to stroke up and down his shaft, the other hand squeezed his balls. I loved hearing his little moans while I pleasured him. It made me even wetter than I already was. I took as much of him as I could into my mouth, sliding his cock in and out, speeding up a bit. I could feel his hips bucking up, forcing more of him into my mouth. His groaning was getting louder and louder. I took him right to the brink, where I could feel him starting to tense, but I needed him IN me, badly.

I stood up, unbuttoned and dropped my shorts, my panties along with them. I straddled him on the chair, his hard, hard cock right at my entrance. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a very sturdy chair, and we both almost went over.

He looked at me with wild eyes, kissed me deeply, but then said, “Let’s take this to the bedroom, love. I want to enjoy this completely.”

We giggled as we ran to the bedroom, him grabbing at my ass as we ran. We both lost our clothes in record time. He got on the bed face up, waiting for me. Later, he said I looked like I was a cat stalking prey while I got onto the bed, sexily crawling over, throwing my leg over him to straddle him again. He reached up to stroke my pussy and felt how incredibly wet I was. Gently, he slid a finger inside me, then another, curling them to pay attention to my g-spot, starting to work those fingers in me quickly. I gasped and threw my head back, beginning to grind my pussy into his hand. His other hand reached up and massaged my breasts, pinching my nipple a bit, sending me over the edge into a nice little orgasm to start.

When I came down from it, I saw the grin he had on his face. I quickly moved his hand from my still spasming pussy, grabbed his cock and started running it along my outside lips. He groaned a bit. Then, I suddenly slid his hardness into me, all at once. He groaned out “that feels gooooooood” and put his hands on my hips, encouraging me to move on him. I started to go up and down, watching him watch my movements and smile.

He told me, “I love this view, watching your sexy body moving up and down on me, watching your hair fall over us.”

We were just floating deliciously as I built up my rhythm and started to feel the beginning of a deeper orgasm. I looked down, and his skin was flushed, his nipples erect, and he was panting. I knew I was experiencing all the same things, as we got deeper and deeper into our connection with each other. Then he suddenly reached around and spanked me a bit on the ass, and I laughed. I bent over and sucked on his nipple. For some, this might be sexy, but for him, it’s a ticklish spot, so he laughed too. We both believe sex should be fun, as well as a physical symbol of how we’re connected to each other in a special way. He brought his fingers up to my mouth to suck on a bit, then he moved them down to my hardened nipple, kneading it harder and harder, until I gasped. His mouth caught my other nipple, and soon, both were being treated to intense attention, which made my speed increase and the feel of an impending orgasm to build and build. It was building so hard, and it came on so suddenly, I raised up a bit, every muscle tensed hard, clenching my pussy around his cock involuntarily and moaning so hard with my head thrown back. I clenched and unclenched with each spasm. It was an incredible orgasm, but I could feel he was still incredibly hard within me. Looking at his face, though, I knew he was close. It was a look I’ve seen many times over the last 15 years.

As I settled back down to seat him more fully inside me again, I moved slowly and deliberately, wanting him to have more pleasure. I could see he was trying hard to hold off, clenching his jaw. I started to move faster again, and sweat broke out on his forehead with the pressure of waiting. I saw the moment he boiled over, and I sped up some more, needing him to feel his release as deeply as I did. I bent over and kissed him hard, and I felt a small orgasm of my own that made me clench around his cock again. That pushed him over the edge, and he exploded inside me, as if he hadn’t had sex in ages. He screamed out as he clutched me closer to him, and I could feel him bucking up into me, his cock throbbing with spasms that emptied him completely inside of me.

Both of us collapsed from our pleasure there in each other’s arms. We felt warm, contented, loving, happy to be surrounding each other with our love.