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The following is a sexy short story for those still basking in the afterglow of Valentine’s Day. If you had a bad Valentine’s Day or were alone, then maybe this will help rekindle your sense of romance. I know it’s been a while since I wrote a sexy short story. I decided Valentine’s Day warranted the extra effort. If you’d like to see more, please let me know in the comments. Enjoy!

“Mmm…that smells so good,” said Calvin Gains with a wide, excited grin.

“You must be hungry. I just put a fresh batch in the oven,” replied his beautiful wife, Candy.

“You’re right, my sweet. I am hungry…and then some.”

Joyous, playful laughter filled the kitchen of the undersized suburban house Calvin shared with his high school sweetheart turned dedicated spouse. Candy – a perfectly befitting name, if ever there was one – had a knack for making every kitchen smell heavenly. With the holidays around the corner, she’d been busier than usual.

Calvin, always one to show his appreciation, snuck up behind his long-time lover and slipped his arms around her waist. She responded with a soft purr and a loving smile. The fact that she still smelled like flour, sugar, and cinnamon wasn’t lost on him, either. If anything, it gave him more reasons to kiss down her neck and inhale her sweet scent.

“I used your favorite recipe,” Candy told him, still standing in front of the hot oven, “an extra pinch of vanilla…a little bit of nutmeg…and a double dose of cocoa powder.”

“If you’re trying to make me hungrier, you’re doing too good a job,” Calvin said, deepening his embrace and intensifying his kisses.

“You know me. When it comes to cooking the best holiday treats and pleasing my husband, I like to overdo it!”

Ever since they got married, Calvin didn’t think he could love this woman more than he already did. Time and again, year after year, she proved him wrong. During the holidays, she always went the extra mile.

The kitchen was still a mess, as it often was whenever Candy spent more than an hour laboring over her famous triple chocolate sheet cake. It was just one of the many wonderous dishes she prepared for him and the family over the holidays. Her grandmother had owned a bake shop and her mother was a renowned chef. She’d grown up in a home surrounded by skilled cooks who knew their way around the kitchen.

To her, cooking for loved ones meant more than just preparing a meal. It was its own unique way of conveying affection. Calvin, having grown up on TV dinners and soggy leftovers, didn’t know just how much affection could be shared through something as simple as food. She’d actually made him cookies when they went on their first date. She offered them to him with the same loving sentiment that he’d shared when he offered her flowers.

It was the first sign that Candy was a special woman. She proved it once more when she turned around within his embrace, wrapped her arms around his neck, and captured her lips with hers. Even through her lipstick, Calvin could taste traces of the batter. It was so sweet that his heart skipped a beat.

“Mmm…tasty,” she said lovingly.

“Speak for yourself,” he quipped.

That little taste stirred more than just his appetite. As they kissed in the middle of the dirty kitchen, the heat from the oven raised the temperature of the area. It was already hot to begin with, as was often the case whenever Candy cooked, but such heat only intensified his passions.

It made clothes feel sticky and sweaty.

It made hearts beat faster.

It made every touch seem more intimate.

Whether due to the growing heat or his escalating hunger, Calvin craved a more fulfilling form of love. He held her closer and kissed her harder, their bodies pressing together, as if nourished by their ambitious touch. He was just wearing a sweater and jeans. She had on a skirt, a tight-fitting T-shirt, and an apron. However, when he traced his hand down her waist, eventually making his way towards her inner thighs, he discovered an unexpected treat.

“Ooh! What have we here?” Calvin said, breaking the kiss, but keeping her in his embrace. “Candy Gains, are you wearing fancy lace underwear while you’re cooking?”

“You mean the same underwear I wore on our anniversary last month?” she said coyly. “I think I am.”

“I want to say I’m shocked, but given how much you love to cook and how much passion you put into each dish…”

Calvin’s words trailed off. As his tone grew deeper and manlier, he skillfully slipped his fingers into her panties to feel the womanly flesh beneath. He was gentle, but direct. He knew just how his wife liked to be touched in her intimate areas. He also knew what got her aroused. Being in a kitchen, cooking her favorite treats for her loved ones, definitely got her juices flowing.

“Just so you know…the cake needs to cook for at least 20 minutes,” Candy told him, already gasping intently under his touch.

“Hmm…20 minutes, you say?” Caivin said, now speaking directly into her ear. “That’s a long wait when you’re hungry.”

“Well, there are ways we can pass the time.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?” he asked, as though he didn’t already know.

Candy laughed playfully before turning around within his embrace, locking eyes with his and casting that beaming smile that was every bit as sweet as her name. The fact that she still smelled like flour and chocolate only made it sweeter.

Without saying a word, she kissed him passionately on the lips. At the same time, she slipped her hands under his sweater and pawed his manly flesh. It sent the message she needed to send. He responded in kind, twirling his tongue with hers while still feeling up her skirt. While one appetite eagerly waited, another became more pressing.

“Sweater…pants…off!” she gasped in between desperate kissing.

Her voice was muffled, but Calvin heeded her impassioned call. He removed his sweater as quickly as he could. He didn’t even think twice about tossing it into the dining room, leaving him shirtless in the middle of a hot kitchen. Before it was even off, Candy went to work undoing his pants. There was already a noticeable bulge in the way. That didn’t stop her from getting them off, underwear and all.

Even as she helped strip him naked, the heated kissing continued. It kept the passions flowing while also supplementing his wife’s arousal. As soon as he kicked his pants off, he lifted her up in his arms and set her down on the kitchen counter across from the oven. From there, he reached up her skirt again and removed her panties. She even elevated her hips, assisting him every step of the way.

“Do me, Cal. Do me right here on the kitchen counter!” Candy urged.

“Does this count as an appetizer?” he asked coyly.

“It can be…depending on how mannerly you intend to be.”

“You know me, my love. Even when I’m hungry, I always mind my manner!”

As if to remind – and it wouldn’t have been the first time he did so in the kitchen – he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart. He spread them so wide that she knocked over some empty cans of ingredients, but she didn’t mind in the slightest. He’d clean it up later himself. For now, he had another kind of meal before him.

Candy had become more aroused than he thought. He could already see her exposed womanhood under her skirt. She was already wet, but in the same way she loved cooking delicious treats, he loved getting her intensely aroused.

“Mmm…my favorite appetizer,” Calvin said as he licked his lips in anticipation.

With an unobstructed view and a clear path, he buried his head between her legs and gorged on her pussy. He was thorough, but mannerly, using his lips and tongue with the utmost care to stimulate her tender folds.

His good manners paid off. Candy let out sharp gasps that echoed loudly throughout the kitchen. She became so aroused that she reached under her apron, lifted up her shirt, and began fondling her breasts. In doing so, she revealed that she hadn’t been wearing a bra. That hinted to Calvin that she’d planned on getting him horny with her holiday cooking. If that were the case, then her plan worked perfectly.

“Cal! Oohhh Cal!” Candy moaned with delight. “Dine on me, my love! Dine!”

Calvin responded with only a muffled grunt. Still holding onto her thighs, her legs spread in a perfect V-shape, he stepped up his oral efforts.

He probed her hot folds with his tongue, hitting all those special parts that he knew so well. He trailed his lips up and down her slit, giving special attention to her swollen clitoris. He felt her body shudder under the onslaught of sensations. Looking up, he saw her joyous expression. She even banged her head back against the kitchen cabinet at one point, arching her back and squeezing her breasts. It was a beautifully erotic sight, one that made her feminine juices taste even sweeter.

It would’ve been good manners to keep eating her out until she climaxed. However, Calvin couldn’t keep ignoring his own escalating appetite. Between his stomach and his dick, desire compounded desire. Now intoxicated by the taste of his wife’s flesh, he broke with formality and rose back to his feet.

“I know it’s not time for dessert,” he said as he positioned himself between her legs, “but I need at least a sample of the main course.”

“Calvin, my darling husband,” Candy said with a seductive grin, “take all the samples you need!”

“Even if I work up a bigger appetite in the end?”

“Especially if you work up an appetite!” she said intently.

Like an angel seeking to nourish his very soul, his beautiful wife drew him into another embrace and kissed him. She didn’t care that his face had just been between her legs. If anything, that turned her on even more. She wanted him. She was as hungry for his sex as he was hungry for hers. With their lips locked and their bodies eager to satiate that hunger, Calvin took the first proverbial bite.

He thrust his hips forward.

He entered her wet womanly depths with his hard, manly flesh.

He shifted his hands to her hips while she locked her legs around his.

From there, their passions overtook their hunger. It didn’t matter that their kitchen wasn’t the most spacious room in the house. It also didn’t matter that the counter was dirty, cluttered, and not made to support an impassioned woman making love to her husband. The only thing that mattered was that they were together, their bodies entwined and their love taking a tangible form, just as his wife’s delicious treats cooked behind them.

“Yes! Yes! Oh Cal! Ohhh Cal!” Candy panted as they moved to the heated rhythm.

“Candy! My sweet, beautiful love! Ohhh yes!” he gasped.

He stepped up the pace of their lovemaking, moving his hips back and forth, working his throbbing manhood within her tight folds. They had already worked up quite a sweat and not just because of oven. Calvin could still smell the cake. That hadn’t been lost on him, even as their bodies rocked and their moans filled the kitchen. It was almost fitting, making love to the woman who nourished his body with the same passion she put into her meals.

Like her uncanny culinary skills during the holidays, such passion paid off. He sensed her nearing an orgasm already. Candy always got very animated during their lovemaking, even during spontaneous acts. She hitched her legs up, grabbed onto his shoulders, and narrowed her gaze on him. He could even feel her inner muscles contracting harder around his manhood, as if her body were embracing him as much as her heart.

“Cal…I’m close,” was all she got out through labored gasps.

“Come, my sweet. Come!” he told her.

She took his loving words to heart. After a few more focused movements, Calvin sent his lover over the edge. Her expression tensed to the flood of sensations. Her nails dug into his shoulders while her grip with her legs tightened. He could feel his lover shudder under the weight of her release. As he took in the view, he smiled and caressed her face.

Watching her react to the rush of ecstasy was always such a spectacle. Seeing it while her delicious treats cooked in the background made it even more rewarding. Candy even acknowledged that. As she took in her release, she leaned in and kissed him lovingly. She then whispered something telling into her ear.

“There’s still time to work up an appetite,” she said to him.

“I know,” he said with a mischievous undertone. “And I intend to use it!”

He kissed her again, trailing his lips down her neck and listening to her labored gasps. Once certain she had caught her breath, he resumed their impromptu kitchen lovemaking.

With plenty of hunger still driving him, he withdrew from her briefly and realigned their now-sweaty bodies. Candy laughed gleefully, still in a post-orgasmic daze, as he bent her over the kitchen counter and positioned himself behind her. Now with a perfect view of her heart-shaped butt, which was still partially covered by her skirt, he guided his manhood back into her.

Once their flesh was re-entwined, he resumed their sensual rhythm. This time, however, he stepped up the intensity.

“Ooh, Cal! Oohhh yeah!” Candy moaned. “That’s it! Work it! Work it like that!”

“Mmm…Candy,” Calvin grunted.

She was encouraging him to cut loose and use that well-nourished body of his. Having helped nourish it through her cooking, she enjoyed the fruits of her labor as much as him. Calvin responded to her encouragement as best he could. The results were as sweet as any treat.

Back and forth, he worked his hips. He rocked her body with his intimate motions, keeping a firm hold of her hips. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the kitchen, along with more moans. Like any delicious appetizer, Calvin savored every bit of it. He enjoyed drawing out their lovemaking, just as he enjoyed drawing out a good meal. At times, he even leaned in and whispered his loving sentiment’s into his wife’s ear.

“You are…the sweetest thing…in the world,” he said to her.

Candy responded with more joyous moans and loving gestures. Through their steady succession of movements, Calvin built towards his own release. Candy even helped, bucking her hips and guiding his hands to her breasts to give him the energy he needed for that final push. He could already feel that intimate heat in his core building. His beautiful wife simply gave it the necessary spark to ignite it.

“Candy…I’m close too,” Calvin said through labored grunts.

“Come, my love! Your dessert awaits!” she said playfully.

He delivered the last round of desperate motions. Finally, Calvin crossed that final threshold and entered that special world of delectable bliss. It was as savory as any hungry, impassioned man could’ve hoped.

As he soaked in his release, he wrapped his arms around his wife, rested his chin on her shoulder, and let out a euphoric gasp that filled the kitchen. She took his hands in hers, holding onto him as he enjoyed the feeling. He felt her womanhood embrace him as well, contracting and throbbing as he released his load into her womanly depths. It was the final ingredient to a perfect dish of passion and it couldn’t have been sweeter.

“I love you, my sweet wife,” Calvin said to her.

“I love you too, Cal…my delicious husband,” Candy replied.

Their intimate flesh parted, but they remained in a loving embrace. Still hot and sweaty from their lovemaking, they shared another soft kiss to complete their intimate act.

Then, in a moment that couldn’t have been timed better, the timer on the oven went off. Candy’s cake was complete.

“Perfect timing!” she laughed.

“I’ll say,” Calvin said.

“See? That wasn’t too long a wait.”

“I admit, you made it easier,” he said. “It’s almost as though you knew your famous holiday treats would get me in a particular mood.”

“What can I say? I enjoy satisfying all my husband’s appetites!”

The following is a sexy short story that mixes delicious treats and tender lovemaking. It’s a potent and passionate combination, if ever there was one. With Thanksgiving less than a week away, I hope it helps everyone work up an appetite, among other things. Enjoy!

“Everyone needs an occasional treat day. It makes the rigors of life worthwhile.”

That was the mantra that Wesley Wyatt preached to his clients as their personal trainer, certified nutritionist, and sometimes life coach. It helped communicate the message the health, beauty, and vitality required hard work and incredible discipline. Achieving any worthwhile goal demanded some amount of sacrifice, including the strain of exercise or the distress of abstaining from delicious food.

Wesley learned that first a college athlete turned and again as an assistant coach. Having been sickly, overweight, and unhealthy as a kid, he valued those lessons more than most. He tried to impart them onto his clients, as well. However, another part of that lesson involved tasting the fruits of their labor and not just with respect to looking good at the beach.

He actually encouraged his clients to set aside a certain time of the week to enjoy a special treat. Other trainers called it a “cheat day.” He called it a “treat day.” To Wesley, it wasn’t just a tactic to help others endure the demands of his program. It acted as a catalyst that made people hungrier for life’s greater joys. In his experience, it motivated people more than barking orders.

He knew this not just because his services commanded high prices from professional athletes, celebrities, and models. A big part of what made Wesley so effective as a trainer was that he practiced what he preached. He’d been doing so every Friday night since his senior year in high school. What made it even more effective was that he shared his treat day with someone special.

“Are you ready for your weekly treat, my darling?” asked the angelic voice belonging to Lina Hope-Wyatt.

“I’m ready, my love,” Wesley said intently, “ready and hungry.”

“Then, what are you waiting for? Pass the butter, please!”

He’d been waiting all week to hear those beautiful words. Every week, the wait was arduous, but always worth it. Tonight was no exception.

Lying atop an inflatable mattress, which he’d set up in the basement den of a suburban house, was his high school sweetheart turned wife. What she’d just told him let him know that his favorite treat once again awaited him. Even enjoying it regularly for years, it got him excited in all the right ways.

“My God, you make it sound so sexy,” he told her.

“I know,” she chuckled in a playful tone. “And to think, other women have to resort to dirty talk and imported lingerie to turn their husbands on.”

“Guess I’m just that lucky.”

“Hand me that butter and you’ll feel even luckier!”

Lina casually held out her hand, casting him that seductive glance that she knew drove him wild. Wesley, standing over the inflated mattress in nothing but a pair of unwashed sweatpants, eagerly gave in. He reached out and handed her a tub of body butter that he’d melted in the microwave. Once she had, it she put it to good use.

Without hesitation or concern about making a mess, she poured the hot, viscous substance over her half-naked body. It was a sight that got Wesley’s heart racing and his blood flowing. It also filled the room with the sweet smell of melted butter. The aroma reminded him of his favorite desserts as much as his favorite moments with the woman he loved. It made his stomach growl and his pants tighten.

“Mmm…I feel luckier already,” Wesley said as he watched his wife smother the slippery substance over her naked skin.

“I can tell,” Lina said, her gaze narrowing on the bulge of his pants. “You must have had a long week…a long, hard week.”

“You have no idea,” he told her.

“I had to work late and skip long showers to meet deadlines,” she said, rubbing the butter on her body more intently. “Believe me. I have some idea.”

Wesley licked his lips in anticipation and watched his love put on a sexy show. Still hovering intently over the mattress, he watched Lina smother herself with the melted body butter that they always kept in stock within their home. She wasn’t careful with it, either. She spread it on every part of her body, from head to toe. Within minutes, she glistened like a goddess under the dimmed lights of the spacious den.

He’d seen this show many times before, but it never ceased to astonish him. Watching Lina pour a tub of body butter over her body was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen. Like him, she’d been an athlete in college. Also like him, she worked hard to maintain a stunning figure that helped made her the face of the modeling agency she co-founded with her older sister. Her voluptuous feminine figure had made bikinis, lingerie, and even pajamas look sexy.

However, what she wore on Friday nights rarely made it onto centerfolds. Instead of lace panties or fancy lingerie, she opted for a simple pair of edible panties. They had to be edible because it helped their enjoyment of this weekly treat. Wesley even made it a point to have a light dinner so that he would be hungry enough for this moment.

Lina must have been hungry too because didn’t even bother with a bra this time, letting her perfect breasts hang out for him to see. She even applied extra butter to her breasts, mashing them together and shooting him that seductive gaze that let him know their treat was almost ready.

“What do you think, my hungry hubby?” Lina asked with playful casualness. “I’m all hot, horny, and buttered up.”

“I think you just described the most important ingredients to our favorite treat,” he told her. “After a week of garden salads, protein shakes, and egg-whites, I’m ready for something sweeter.”

“As am I, my darling,” she said. “So, what are you waiting for? Have a taste!”

Wesley couldn’t temper his appetites any further. The bucket of body butter was empty. His beautiful wife was completely covered, her body glowing with an erotic halo and exuding a delectable aroma. A good portion of the substance flowed off her, onto the inflatable mattress, and over the sides. They had a few towels on the floor to soak up the mess, but clean-up was the last thing on his mind. His wife had made him his favorite treat and he craved a taste.

His mouth watering and his every breath thick with arousal, he joined his wife on the inflatable bed. First, he laid down on top of her and kissed her lips. Much to his surprise and delight, she wore that fancy brand of lipstick that made her lips taste like candy. He showed his appreciation by kissing her with extra passion and intensity.

Next, he trailed his lips down her face and neck, his exposed chest and upper body pressing against hers, smearing plenty of the butter onto him as well. Plenty of it got on his pants, in his hair, and all over his face, but he couldn’t care less. As soon as he tasted her smooth, butter-laden skin, his senses were inundated with the sweetest delights.

“Mmm…delicious!” Wesley said while licking around her cleavage.

“Oohhh! You are hungry tonight!” Lina said, already squealing with joyous delight.

Following both his hunger and his passions, Wesley licked and suckled his way down to his love’s breasts. She’d applied extra to her gorgeous mounds. She loved having her breasts fondled and she knew he loved fondling them. He rarely needed extra incentive, but he followed it anyways, kneading her breasts and suckling on her hardened nipples.

“Ooh! Keep that up and you’ll make me just as hungry!” Lina said.

“Good to know,” Wesley said coyly.

He gave each breast a firm squeeze, spreading the buttery substance around before thoroughly licking it up. Lina reacted with more euphoric squeals. He felt her slippery body writhe under his touch, her arousal becoming more animated by the second. That was part of his goal. To share in their favorite treat, her appetite needed to match his.

After thoroughly tasting her breasts, Wesley made his way down her well-toned core. He eventually arrived at her inner thighs, which were still covered by the edible panties. By then, the panties had become soaked in the butter. It had the scent of a freshly baked biscuit that had just come out of the oven. In that moment, the blurred the line between hunger and passion become hopelessly blurred.

“The smell…the taste,” Wesley said in a daze, “I want it so much!”

Like a kid gorging on his favorite treat, he ripped up the panties and began consuming them, along with his lover’s moist womanhood. While edible panties weren’t known for their palatable taste, the presence of melted butter made them as delicious as any dessert. The fact that Wesley had a light dinner showed, but the fact he hadn’t tasted Lina’s intimate flesh showed even more.

“Oohhh yeah! Bon appétit!” she cooed.

He quickly ran out of panties to consume. It left him only with his wife’s exposed, butter-laden pussy. That proved plenty appetizing, especially for a man whose love of weekly treats was only matched by the love he had for his wife.

Wesley lapped up Lina’s womanly flesh with both desire and determination. He grabbed onto her thighs, pushed her legs apart, and followed his tongue into the moist slit that radiated her intoxicating arousal.

He licked up and down her slit, giving special attention to her clit. That got her moaning. Then, he lapped his tongue inside her folds, hitting those sensitive spots he knew so well. That got her moaning even louder. Her taste was so unique, the moist flesh mixing with the buttery substance in perfect harmony. It didn’t just make the act of giving oral sex more effective. It made it downright delicious.

“That’s it, babe! That’s it!” Lina moaned. “Eat me! Devour my pussy!”

Hearing those moans and those words of hungry passion encouraged Wesley to keep gorging. They also helped inflame his own burning arousal.

By now, his pants were just unbearably tight. They were covered in body butter and heavily stained. With this face still buried in Lina’s pussy, he let go of her thighs and shed his dirtied pants as quickly as he could. Upon kicking them to the side, he gave his wife’s womanly folds a few more teasing licks before retracing his path with his lips, ascending her naked body until he was lying on top of her.

“Ready for the main course?” Wesley said, grinning even as his face dripped with a mix of butter and feminine juices.

“As ready as any hungry wife can be!” Lina said, grinning lovingly back at him.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, locking him in an embrace that enmeshed her butter-covered flesh with his naked body. It was so hot and slippery, the sinews of their flesh melding perfectly in their intimate embrace. It added both heat and hunger to their passion and Wesley was ready to indulge both.

Now immersed in her loving grip, he aligned his body with hers, guiding his throbbing hard manhood to her moist entrance. That was uniquely challenging for two naked bodies atop an inflatable mattress, but their intimate hold on one another helped get them into position. However, their passion proved greater than any challenge. Once in position, Wesley initiated with sweetest part of their treat, entering his love and filling her waiting womanhood with manly length.

“Lina…my sweet wife,” he gasped.

“Wesley…my sweet husband,” she moaned.

For a moment, they lingered in the heat of their intimate union, gazing into one another’s eyes and soaking in the moment. Then, Wesley drew his wife into a loving kiss. Their lips locked, he began moving their bodies in a heat of intimate motions. Both the lover and the professional trainer in him showed. Even the act of enjoying a delicious treat required some extra effort.

“Mmm…bon appétit, indeed,” Wesley said, mirroring his wife’s sultry tone from earlier.

“Oohhh yes!” was all she got out.

With slippery flesh, surrounded in an aroma of buttery sweat and intimate heat, he made love to Lina in a way befitting of his hungry heart. Every movement was intense, focused, and through. He made use of his muscular arms and strong hands, maintain a firm grip on her hips as he rhythmically worked his body along hers. His manly flesh slithered smoothly and seamlessly inside her womanly folds, turning sweet sentiments into delicious pleasure that flowed freely between their bodies.

The presence of the body butter made their lovemaking uniquely special. Every kiss, touch, and thrust was so effortless and intoxicating. There was no hindrance or undue friction. Together, they could maximize every motion, enjoying the fullest extent of their passion and then some. It was like dipping a delicious treat in more frosting. For two lovers whose jobs involved discipline and restraint, it was wonderfully intoxicating.

“This is it,” Wesley mused as he made love to his wife. “This makes it all worth it…every struggle, every strain, and every sacrifice. This makes it so worth it!”

He lovingly indulged in that feeling with his wife, sharing every taste of ecstasy every step of the way. They wildly kiss, touched, groped, and humped atop the flimsy air mattress, not caring at all that they slipped around and made a bigger mess. Great indulgence tended to leave big messes in their wake. He and Lina, true to their competitive nature, loved pushing that concept to the limit.

Over the course of training, pushing limits often meant enduring strain. When making love, however, it was the complete opposite. Pushing themselves incurred greater ecstasy. More ecstasy inspired more effort. For an act that he and Lina pursued as a treat, it was as fitting as it was satisfying.

Through their naked, undulating movements, Wesley and his wife filled the den with the potent scent of sweat, sex, and body butter. They tested both their endurance and the ability of an inflatable mattress to support two naked bodies. They drew it out, pushed themselves, and indulged in every tasty desire, building towards a climax that doubled as the ultimate desert.

“I’m close, darling. I’m so…so close!” Lina said, whispering into his ear as while his face was buried in her shoulder.

“So am I!” he said. “I’m ready…when you are!”

“Just a little longer. Just a little…bit…oohhh God!”

He felt her body tremble in anticipation of her release. Lina always got very animated when she climaxed. She bent her knees back, curled her toes, and raked her nails down his sweaty, butter-laden back in anticipation. Wesley steadied the pace of his movements, squeezing her hips in just such a way that it gave her the extra nudge she needed.

When she came, it hit her like a thunderous surge. She let out a euphoric cry that left his ears ringing in the best possible way. In his embrace, he could feel her body writhe under the onslaught of pleasure. The hot throbbing sensation around his member inside her helped give him the nudge he needed as well. When he crossed that threshold, he shared in that delightful desire, letting out a deep grunt that acted as the cherry atop their favorite treat.

“Delicious! So…delicious!” he said in the throughs of ecstasy.

The heated movements finally settled. Hard male flesh and warm feminine depths converged to make their intimate bliss tangible and real. As their fluids mixed and their bodies remained enmeshed, Wesley took her hand in his, enlacing their fingers before kissing her passionately once more.

Her lips still had that sweet, cherry-flavored taste. For the treat they’d just shared, it was so fitting. As they soaked in the waning moments of their indulgence, Wesley withdrew from his love and laid down next to her. Their naked bodies glistened with sweat, butter, and afterglow. She remained curled up next to him, his arms draped around her while they digested their latest treat.

“I love you,” he told her in his impassioned daze.

“I love you too,” Lina said with a beaming, post-coital smile. “And I love how you go about sharing your favorite treats.”

“You help make it worth sharing. For all the work we do…for the love we’ve built all these years…it’s truly the ultimate treat.

The following is a sexy short story mixed in with some heavy dramatic elements. It’s a sad fact of life and romance. Sometimes, things get rough. You seek comfort with someone, even if it means breaking a few rules to get it. Please note that this story is a bit more intense than some of the others I’ve written, but I wanted to mix it up a bit. I hope it’s still enjoyable.

“This is all your fault, Jason!”

“Of course, you’d say that! How could it not be? Please, tell me in your stupefying wisdom how it’s my fault we’re getting sued!”

“It’s your goddamn name on the summons! What, did you forget how to fucking read?”

“And it’s your goddamn name on the police report, Lana! Which do you think the lawyers will care about?”

“I was protecting my oldest daughter. What was I supposed to do?”

“You had a kitchen knife and a baseball bat with you! You were the one who picked that fight. You’re the one at fault!”

The shouting, bickering, and anger echoed through wall of what used to be a peaceful suburban home. Tanya Griswold could hear it, even in the basement where she’d moved her bedroom two years ago. She’d thought the extra space would provide a badly-needed buffer between her and her parents. Unfortunately, she underestimated how loud they could be.

Lying on her bed, curled up in a fetal position while holding a pillow to her head, Tanya tried to shut it out. That was easier said than done. Her parents had a knack for making their voices heard, but for all the wrong reasons. When they got into arguments, they did not hold anything back. They often skipped the part where tensions escalated slowly and let everything erupt into a rage-filled shouting match. In fact, shouting might as well have been second nature to them.

Tanya should’ve been numb to it by now. She’d heard her parents fight all her life. She and her older sisters, Maggie and Patricia, grew used to it to some extent. Her parents were stubborn, combative people, by nature. Most everyone in the neighborhood knew that. It was only in the past several years that things got bad to a point that tore at her heart.

“That asshole husband of hers was going to hurt her. It was self-defense!” her mother shouted as the argument continued.

“They were hurting each other. We both saw the bruises. You made it worse by getting involved!” her father shouted back.

“Is that the story you’re buying into? You really don’t believe your own daughter?”

“I’m a lawyer. I believe what witnesses and the official police reports say. Trust me, this is not a case of self-defense!”

Tanya squeezed the pillow against her head harder, closing her eyes and trying to shut it out. It was no use. The argument continued and showed no signs of abating.

It was enough to make her regret being the youngest of three girls. Even as a senior in high school, she’d been counting down the days, hours, and minutes to when she could graduate and move out of the house. That way, her parents could yell at each other all they wanted. At the moment, it felt like a distant pipe dream.

“Four months, two weeks, and five days,” Tanya said to herself. “Just hold out for another four months, two weeks, and five days.”

She repeated that mantra again and again, if only to drown out the shouting. Her parents never needed much reason to raise their voice, but they’d had more than usual, thanks to her older sisters. They’d both gotten married fairly young. Maggie even managed to get pregnant in college, forcing an impromptu wedding that nobody had been ready for.

Whether by bad luck or poor choices, both her sisters had married men they never should’ve married. Tanya’s Uncle Maxwell once joked that they’d fallen in love with great boys, but married lousy men. In hindsight, it was no joke. Tanya had seen first-hand how her sisters dated certain boys in their youth, but chose to marry certain types of men once they got older. It was like they’d experienced real love that fulfilled them emotionally, but preferred a rigid partnership that benefited them socially and financially.

It was so shallow, even by the standards of their affluent community. The men her sisters married were successful and well-connected, but had next to no chemistry with them. Anyone with functioning eyes and ears could see that. That was why it didn’t surprise her in the slightest when both marriages faced trouble. Patricia had already gone through a messy divorce that ripped holes through the family, but Maggie’s promised to be worse, especially after her mother paid her soon-to-be ex a visit.

Tanya still didn’t know all the details. She didn’t even want to know the details. Her father, being the skilled lawyer he was, had been throwing the details in her mother’s face ever since it happened. It was so bad that she purposefully stayed late at school, hoping it would abate by the time she got home. She ended up being wrong. It was so bad they barely noticed when she came home soaked from the rain after a storm rolled in.

“I’m fine. School’s going great, by the way. I’m so excited to go to college out-of-state,” Tanya had said while her parents were arguing in the living room. “By the way, aliens invaded this afternoon and unleashed a swarm of killer robots. We all have three hours to live.”

They hadn’t heard her. They didn’t even react. Her parents just waved to acknowledge her presence before they continued fighting. She doubted they heard her storm downstairs to her room and slam the door shut.

“I’m starting to wish those killer robots were real,” Tanya muttered to herself. “I’d rather face them than an entire night of this shit.”

She pressed her face harder into her pillow, but it was no use. She could still hear the shouting, the arguing, and the profanity. She even heard some dishes breaking and chairs being knocked over. It was enough to make the floor shutter.

It was too much. She had to get away.

“Fuck this!” she cried angrily. “I can’t stay here tonight!”

With tears in her eyes and anguish in her heart, she stormed out of her bedroom, not even bothering to grab her purse or phone. She hadn’t even changed out of the wet clothes she’d worn to school. Anything that didn’t involve getting out of the house would’ve taken too much time and the arguing was just getting worse.

“MAYBE IF YOU HADN’T ACTED LIKE A PSYCHOTIC BITCH, WE WOULDN’T BE IN THIS MESS!”

“DON’T CALL ME A BITCH YOU VINDICTIVE ASSHOLE! I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T SIDE WITH YOUR DAUGHTER ON THIS, I’LL…”

That was as much as Tanya heard before slipping out the basement door that led into the back yard, just under the deck. She didn’t want to hear another word at that point. Even as she stepped out into the pouring rain, she could still hear her parents angrily storming about the living room. If she wanted to get away, she’d have to run farther.

“Fine! If that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll run through the fucking rain!”

Not caring at all about the rain, the cold, and the wind, Tanya sprinted out into the storm. She didn’t care which direction she ran at first, focusing only on getting through the door in the fence and into the cul-de-sac behind the house. That involved trekking through mud, leaves, and rain that just kept falling harder. She didn’t care, though. All that mattered was getting away from the arguing.

“This is what I have to go through…what I have to endure, just to get away from the fighting,” Tanya cried as she ran down the street. “It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair!”

She kept running as fast as her legs would take her. By then, she was soaked from head to toe, her shirt, jeans, and shoes a mess of water and mud. Cold winds swept through the streets, causing the rain to hit her face like dozens of needles. It stung, but did little to slow her down. Tanya didn’t care if she had to run through a hurricane. If that was what she had to endure to get away from the chaos, then so be it.

“Keep going. Don’t stop,” Tanya told herself. “Find somewhere…anywhere.”

She pushed through strain and fatigue, enduring more gusts of wind and rain. Near as she could tell, she’d run several blocks to the south end of her neighborhood. Another block to the north and she’d hit the parkway, which was always treacherous in stormy weather. She knew in the back of her mind there was only so far she could run before her body gave out. Thankfully, there was one option that she hadn’t forgotten.

“I didn’t want to put you through this, Nick…bringing my family drama into your life,” she said to herself. “We just started dating. I’ve been giving you my best self. Now, you’ll have to…”

Before she could finish her thought, a round of thunder erupted from the sky. More lightning followed as the winds picked up. It was like Mother Nature herself telling her that she was out of options. If she wanted any kind of sanctuary from her family’s fighting, she could only get it from her boyfriend.

Having little time or energy to remember why it was a bad idea, Tanya made the fateful choice and changed direction. Now running to the west side of the neighborhood where Nick lived, she prayed with what little faith she had that she wasn’t making a mistake.

Nicholas Cyrus Rhodes was the latest of Tanya’s string of short-lived romances. Since her freshman year, she’d been with a handful of boys. Some were more serious than others, but only to a point. Having seen how bad relationships could get, she often cut things off at the slightest hint of trouble. Her friends once described her approach to relationships as only ever wanting the first date and the honeymoon with nothing in between. It was distressingly accurate.

Nick was the first boy she tried to pursue seriously. They’d been dating since Halloween, having met at neighborhood barbecue. He was sweet, understanding, and attractive, thanks largely to his role on the school track team. He also wasn’t afraid to disagree or argue, but he never raised his voice like her parents did. His entire family was similar, opting to listen rather than yell. It might as well have been alien to her.

However, she needed something like that. She needed it more than she needed to get out of the cold. As Nick’s house came into view, she tapped what remained of her strength and sprinted the rest of the way.

“Please be home! Please be home! Please, Nick, be home tonight!” Tanya found herself repeating.

Nearing the house, she saw that the lights were on, but his parents’ car wasn’t in the driveway. For all she knew, they’d gone out to dinner to have a nice, family meal that didn’t involve anyone yelling at each other. She wouldn’t have blamed Nick for a second if that were the case.

However, the lights being on meant someone had to be home. Knowing Nick, he was either in the basement watching TV or in the garage working out. Since the garage was closed, Tanya opted to try the basement. That meant hopping another fence, wading through a patch of mud along the side of the house, and hoping the neighbors didn’t call the cops on her.

“Please…if there’s any glimmer of hope in this god-awful night…let it be this. Let it be with Nick,” she said upon stepping through the mud.

Already gasping for air and fighting heavy fatigue, she made her way through the back yard and up to the sliding door entrance. She could see light emanating from the curtains. She also noticed the flicker of a TV. Someone was home. Hoping it was Nick, she frantically knocked on the glass.

“Nick! Nick, are you there? It’s me!” she said over the rain and thunder.

Having finally stopped running, her body nearly gave out. Her legs burned. Her face was numb from the cold. She was already shivering steadily, having to hug her shoulders just to maintain what little body heat she had left. The storm showed little sign of letting up. If Nick didn’t answer, then she could just succumb to hypothermia, for all she cared.

Then, just as Tanya dared contemplate that morbid thought, the door to the basement opened and very surprised Nick Rhodes stood before her.

“Tanya!” he gasped. “My God, what happened?”

“Nick…”

That was all she got out. Like a reflex, she threw her arms around her and embraced him as though he were the edge of a cliff. She was cold, soaked, and half-crazy from her family’s drama. Nick would’ve been totally justified in shoving her away, but he didn’t. He just embraced her back.

It was the first dose of warmth and comfort she’d felt all day. She could barely support herself, physically or emotionally, but a boy who she’d just started dating was there to help her. If her spirit weren’t so wounded, she would’ve called that a miracle.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he told her in that calm, caring tone of his. “Come inside. Get out of the storm.”

He didn’t mention the mud she had on her shoes and pants. He didn’t point out that she’d gotten his sweat-shirt and jeans all wet. He just welcomed her into his house. That said a lot about the kind of man Nick was.

Him leading her inside with his arm around his shoulder was like an angel carrying her out of the darkness and into a welcoming warmth. Tanya kept shivering, but felt some strength return to her. She’d been in Nick’s basement before. It used to be his older brother’s man cave, so to speak, but Nick turned it into his cozy little refuge after her moved out. After what she’d left behind, it was just the haven she needed.

“Here, sit down,” said Nick as he guided her to the couch on the far side of the room. “I’ll get you some towels and a blanket.”

“Thank you,” Tanya said, hesitating to break their embrace.

“You need me to call my folks?” he offered. “They’re stuck working overtime at the hospital, but if I call my dad’s cell, I’m sure he can…”

“No!” she said quickly. “I…I don’t need a doctor. I just need…God, I don’t know what I need. But I want to be here right now…with you.”

She continued clinging to him, dirtying his clothes even more. Still, he did not push her away. He continued holding her, his warmth directly countering the cold anguish that had driven her out into the storm.

She could tell his first instinct was to call his parents. Unlike her family, their first instinct was to help one another rather than yell at one another. It was another strange concept to her that shouldn’t have been that way. Nick still didn’t hold it against her. He just cast her an understanding smile and nodded.

“Okay,” he told her. “If they show up, I’ll just tell them I needed your help with a history project.”

“And they’ll buy that?” Tanya said with a humored scoff.

“They know I’m a terrible liar,” Nick replied, “but they also know I only lie for the right reasons. I’d say this qualifies.”

Despite her wet clothes and steady shivering, she laughed. That was another thing about Nick she’d come to appreciate. Even when a situation was heavy, he found a way to balance it out. He didn’t ignore it or overreact. He stayed calm, collected, and measured. It was so different compared to everyone else in her family. It might have been Nick’s most attractive quality.

It helped settle her enough to finally break the embrace. Then, just as he’d promised, he slipped into the adjacent laundry room and retrieved some towels and blankets. He also turned off the movie he’d been watching, filling the basement with a welcomed calm.

“Peace and quiet…finally,” she said under her breath.

It was exactly what she needed, more so than the towels that Nick wrapped around her. That feeling of being in a quiet, peaceful house absent of hostility and yelling was nothing short of therapeutic. It was like a reminder that the way her parents confronted issues was not normal, nor was it the best way to deal with them. For once, her ears didn’t ring with the echoes of her parents’ shouting. It created a strange serenity that felt every bit as comforting as Nick’s embrace.

Nick, for his part, did nothing to disrupt it. As soon as she wrapped herself in a bath towel, he sat down next to her and slipped his arm around her shoulder, allowing her to share his body heat and rest her head on his shoulder. He didn’t ask why she’d randomly showed up, nor did he make a big deal about barging in on him in a heap of distressed. He was just there for her.

They must have sat in silence for a good twenty minutes, giving her a chance to warm up and catch her breath. At some point, Tanya kicked her muddy shoes and socks off so she could warm her feet up, as well. Nick even helped, using one of the blankets to help dry them. He was doing everything possible to make her feel loved and welcome.

At some point, she had to give him an explanation. However, that meant venturing into uncharted territory in terms of relationships. Her rule about never sharing her family drama with others had to give. For comforting her in her darkest hour, Nick deserved as such.

“I can’t keep avoiding it, Nick,” she said, finally breaking the silence. “All the fighting, the yelling, the anger over everyone else’s mistakes…it’s like my entire family won’t stop until everyone’s voice gives out.”

“I’m…sorry you have to deal with that,” Nick replied. “You know, you don’t have to talk about these things if you don’t want to.”

“No, I should talk about them. I’ve been avoiding that too. Every friend I’ve had…every boy I’ve dated…I always try to shut out that part of my life. I don’t tell anyone how my parents’ marriage was built on anger, arguments, and shouting. I don’t tell anyone how my sisters used the same approach to deal with everything from youth soccer league to divorce court. I don’t even tell them how I’ve tried desperately to just disappear in my own house, wanting nothing more than the arguing to stop.”

“My God, Tanya.”

“I know! I’m such fucking wreck!” she cried. “I’m a pretty girl living in a nice house, but can’t deal with parents and siblings who fight over everything. Never mind it’s only gotten worse over the years. Never mind it’s tearing the family apart bit by bit…day by day…even when no one else wants to admit it.”

She almost broke down on the spot. She probably would have had Nick not been there to hold her closer, letting her lean into his warmth. Tanya ended up burying her face in his shoulder, trying and failing to hide her sobs. He still didn’t hold it against her. He just kept supporting her with that calm, caring demeanor that was the antithesis of her family melodrama.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay,” Nick told her softly.

“I don’t know how you can say that with a straight face,” she scoffed, still hiding her sobs.

“Too late. I just did.”

“And I just told you my family is a fucking shit storm and I can’t deal with it. I doubt you signed up for that when we started dating.”

“Tanya, that’s exactly what a guy signs up for when he starts dating someone. When their lover’s life is a mess, they try to be there for them. Now, I don’t know squat about your family’s issues. It’s not even my business. But you are my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend.”

“You’re a way better boyfriend than I deserve.”

“That doesn’t matter. The fact that you came here on this cold, stormy night proves something important to me.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, now more curious than upset.

“Think about it,” he said to her in a more serious tone. “You’re upset, vulnerable, and lost. Finally, you decide to stop enduring it and escape it. And the first place you come to…the first person you confide in…it’s me. You say you don’t deserve a guy like me. Hell, I’m not sure I deserve a girl willing to bear her soul like that.”

Another heavy silence fell over the room. The weight of his words hung over Tanya like an echo, one that resonated more than any amount of yelling from her parents. Still resting her head on his shoulder, she dared to contemplate the implications.

She’d tried burying her problems.

She’d tried hiding them from others, including boyfriends.

She’d tried coping with all the strain on her own.

Ultimately, it didn’t work. It tore at her soul, bit by bit, until it became too much. In that overwhelming moment that drove her out into a raging storm, she ended up running into the arms of a young man who she’d kept at arm’s length. In doing so, she didn’t just find out how much she needed someone else’s support. She also learned that Nick really cared for her. He was willing to be there for her in her most vulnerable moments.

As she looked up from his shoulder, Tanya saw more than a boyfriend. In him, there was genuine love. It wasn’t the kind of teenage puppy love she’d experienced with other boys. It was something deeper. Being in his arms, despite the wet clothes and over-the-top hysterics, she knew that feeling was real.

In sensing it, a new wave of emotions came over her. Unlike before, she didn’t avoid them. Instead, she embraced them.

“Nick?” she said, now caressing his unshaven face.

“Yes, Tanya?” he said.

“I want you to do something for me…something I know I need right now.”

“Sure,” Nick said without hesitation. “What do you want me to do?”

She paused briefly. Then, in another act that further dirtied his clothes, she got onto his lap and straddled his hips. Still caressing his face, she watched his expression shift as a different mood filled the quiet basement.

“Make love to me,” Tanya said intently.

“Really? Are…are you sure?” Nick asked with a mix of concern and intrigue.

“Believe me. I’m sure,” he said, her tone leaving no room for ambiguity. “In my family, I’ve seen love expressed in all the wrong ways for all the wrong reasons. If there’s really love between us…real love and not the kind I just ran away from…I want to feel it.”

Her voice strained, trying to put such intimate desires into words. She almost broke down again, but the intensity and strength in Nick’s eyes helped her keep it together. He already had his hands on her hips, his body already reacting to her intimate touch. Beyond the extra tightness in his pants, though, she saw something else.

They might have been teenagers with a limited understanding of love. Just processing the emotions that drove her to him were too much. However, that didn’t make the feelings emerging between them any less real. Tanya had tried running from them and managing them. For once, she was going to embrace them. She just needed Nick to embrace them with her.

“You don’t have to run this time,” Nick said to her. “I want to feel it too.”

“Assuming it’s there,” she pointed out.

“Tanya, I think we know what’s there. We just have to tap into it.”

Those were wise words from a guy who barely passed algebra class last semester. What he lacked in math skills, though, he made up for with his lips. As she straddled his waist, he wrapped his powerful arms around her and pulled her close for a kiss. Tanya eagerly accepted, ready to see where the blossoming feeling led them.

It started small, like a spark igniting a flame. While in his arms, they kissed with escalating passion, lips and tongues interacting with more energy than they had dared in all the time they’d been dating. They also began feeling each other up, hands roaming their upper bodies. At one point, she slipped her hand up his shirt to paw his chest. At another, he reached up hers and undid the clasp of her bra from behind. It showed that he was serious. He really was going to make love to her on a stormy night while her parents fought several blocks away.

“Nick,” she gasped, “I want this…need this…so much.”

Having convinced him of her desire, her boyfriend lifted her up in his arms. Their lips never parting, he laid her down on the shag carpet in front of the couch. He even managed to grab one of the blankets he’d brought for her and lay it under her. From there, he went to work removing her wet clothes.

There was something uniquely intimate about it, him stripping her of the muddied attire that the storm had done much to sully. The feeling of him taking off her wet shirt and removing her muddied jeans, leaving her in just a pair of panties, was akin to an angel removing a heavy burden. The way Nick touched her cold, clammy skin filled her with such warmth and not just the kind she felt between her legs. That warm, comforting feeling helped establish a deeper connection.

Following it in conjunction with her emerging desires, Tanya helped her boyfriend in getting out of his clothes as well. He made quick work of his pants while she pulled his sweatshirt off over his head, leaving him in just a pair of boxers. When he embraced her again, the exposed flesh of their upper bodies touched, unleashing between them a special kind of warmth.

Within that warmth, a heated make-out session followed, along with heavy foreplay. Now on her back, Tanya wrapped her arms and legs around her half-naked boyfriend, kissing and pawing his masculine sinews with desperate affection. He returned the favor, exploring her exposed upper body with those warm, loving hands in his. When they made contact with her breasts, she felt shivers of pleasure that turned the bitter cold she’d endured earlier into a passionate heat.

“So warm…so strong,” Tanya gasped in between the kissing and touching.

“Tayna…so beautiful,” Nick replied, his voice echoing with the burgeoning passion.

“Please, Nick…take me.”

The desperation in her tone meant stepping up the timetables of their intimacy. Tanya had some sexual experience. Some of those experiences included Nick. During those intimate moments, she often emphasized the foreplay more than the sex. Given how stressed out she often got, it took a while to get her into that state of intense arousal. In the moment unfolding before her, that was not the case.

She was very much aroused.

She was very much in need of her boyfriend’s love.

That need, however, went beyond a simple desire for satisfying adolescent hormones.

Nick must have sensed that because he ceased the fervent make-out session. For a moment, he just hovered over her, caressing her face and gazing at her with an intensity Tanya had never seen in a man. She’d seen plenty of boys admire her body, especially when half-naked. Nobody had ever looked at her with such intimate affection.

“I want this too, Tanya. God, I want this,” Nick said to her.

The implications of those words and the way in which he said them were profound. Tanya would’ve loved to contemplate at least part of it, but she and her lover had more pressing priorities.

After saying those words, he affectionately trailed his lips down her neck, steadily making his way over her breasts and core. As she took in the intimate sensations, he grasped the sides of her panties and removed them, exposing to him her moist womanhood. Shortly after, he removed his boxers, revealing that he’d worked up some intense arousal in the form of a fully-erect manhood.

Now fully naked, impassioned by forces more powerful than teenage hormones, they came together once more. Tanya spread her legs and welcomed him into another embrace. Nick eagerly accepted the invitation, laying on top of her and aligning his body with hers. That feeling of hard, masculine muscles pressing up against smooth feminine curves set the stage for their intimate act. It only required her lover to make that one, fateful move.

While gazing into her eyes, still bearing that distinct glint of deeper passion, Nick made that move. Lying on the floor, the rain still pouring outside with thunder echoing from the havens, he entered her.

“Ooh Nick!” Tanya cried out, her voice echoing over a booming chorus of thunder.

He was careful, like always. However, unlike the other times they’d had sex, Nick was intensely focused and it showed in the passionate sex that followed. When he began moving his body, turning intense desire into sensual rhythms, a steady flow of hot sensations followed.

The merging of their flesh was so seamless, as though his body had been uniquely forged to complement hers in every way. She felt it in the way her moist depths perfectly embraced his hardened member, stimulating nerves and evoking sensations that filled her with a wonderous kind of warmth. After running through a cold, stormy night, Tanya couldn’t imagine anything more soothing.

“Tanya…my love,” Nick said in his deepening daze.

“My love,” Tanya found herself repeating.

Those were heavy words, especially for a couple of teenagers having sex. That didn’t make them feel any less real. As Nick made love to her, skillfully thrusting his hips and working his body along hers, the extent of that feeling only grew. Rather than run from it, she embraced it with him.

Throwing her arms around his nick and hooking her arms around his waist, Tanya captured her boyfriend’s lips in another kiss. He eagerly returned the favor, not letting up the intimate rhythm of their sex in the slightest. In fact, he stepped up the pace, rocking her body with more fervor as the intimate feeling escalated.

Teenage hormones complemented the blossoming connection they’d forged, creating a perfect blend of lust and love. As their naked bodies moved together in perfect harmony, rolling around on the blanket as they kissed and touched without reservation, the line between the two disappeared.

It felt like something that had to happen.

It felt like a moment that fate or destiny had ordained.

Tanya had only known love that manifested in conflict, anger, and yelling. Now, she knew love in a different form and it felt so beautifully right.

“Nick! Oh Nick!” she moaned. “I love it! I…I love you!”

“Tanya…I love you too,” Nick said intently.

Between their words and their actions, Tanya didn’t see how love could possibly take a more powerful form. Flushed with energy and passion, they stepped up the intensity of their sex. Nick thrust into her faster while she raked her fingers down his back. Together, they rolled around on the floor atop the blanket, moments of playfulness finding their way into moments of passion.

It all built up towards a powerful culmination of sensations. However, the promise of a good orgasm was secondary, for once. What she and Nick created together had to be greater than that. Moreover, she wanted to share it with him. It was the only way to do justice to such a moment.

As part of that effort, she shifted their position. They finally stopped rolling around, their bodies settling into a new alignment. They were both upright, her legs hooked around his waist with his arms wrapped securely around hers. In such a state, she could gyrate her hips in accord with Nick’s movements. He also took full advantage of those muscular arms of his, supplementing each gyration with some added vigor.

With lightning still flashing outside, their naked bodies moved and danced together. It was strength supporting strength with passion fueling passion. The ultimate ecstasy was near. They just had to seize it.

“Close…I’m so close,” Tanya gasped as the feeling approached.

“Me too, Tanya. Just…a little bit more,” Nick said through determined grit.

“Together…let’s share it together.”

Their desires now every bit as aligned as their bodies, she and Nick made the final push. Harder and faster, their lovemaking intensified. Bit by bit, they approached that threshold, following the subtle cues of one another’s bodies to ensure they crossed it together. When they did, it was like diving off a cliff and into an ocean of ecstasy.

“Ohhh Nick!”

“Oohhh Tanya!”

In that fateful moment, no amount of thunder or heavy rain could drown out their cries. It wasn’t clear whether their climax was simultaneously, but it must have been close. Whatever the gap, Tanya embraced the feeling with her lover, sensing that profound connection she felt earlier blossom into something so much more.

Their sexual rhythm ceased. Under the weight of the sensations that followed, they clung go one another. She dug her nails into his shoulders while he grasped her hips. Her inner contracted while his manhood throbbed in accord with their blissful release, hot fluids mixing in a perfect manifestation of passion and desire. As she took in the feeling, Tanya locked eyes with her lover, matching the same intensity he’d shown her.

“Nick,” Tanya said, still breathless in her daze. “What you did for me…what we just…”

However, her ability to form words failed her. There was so much she wanted to tell him. She wanted so desperately to put the extent of what they’d done into words.

Before she could try, though, Nick just smiled and placed his finger over her lips. Still in his embrace, his expression told the story.

“It’s okay, Tanya,” he said to her in that calm, loving tone of his. “You don’t need to say it. I already know.”

That might have been the best thing he could’ve said. If Tanya had any doubts about being in love with Nicholas Rhodes, then they were long gone. When words became unnecessary and feelings became so clear, there was nothing left to doubt.

Without saying another word, she just smiled back and kissed him. That told him everything he needed to know, as well. Now exhausted, physically and emotionally, they each collapsed onto the floor together. Their bodies parting, Tanya laid down on top of him, soaking in his warmth and the intimate bond they’d just formed.

The rain kept pouring and the thunder kept roaring outside. It was loud, but peaceful. In her darkest hour, Tanya came to her boyfriend looking for shelter and comfort. He ended up giving her something far greater. It didn’t take any heated debate, either. On a stormy night full of so much commotion, Tanya and her lover proved that actions truly spoke louder than any amount of yelling.

The following is a sexy short story about trust, taking chances, and believing that people can be decent and loving, even in sexy moments. I think it’s an important message that’s worth affirming every chance we get. Enjoy!

“Never trust men. They have too many reasons to use you.”

Sharon Kena had heard that mantra from her mother all her life. It was one of the first lessons she’d taught her as a kid and she belabored it every chance she got. It didn’t matter who she met or what she did. The message was always the same.

“Avoid men at every turn. If you can’t, make sure you use them before they use you.”

She said it so often that Sharon hadn’t given it much thought in recent years. She made it through high school without dating any men and none of her current friends were men. Sharon still dealt with them, but even the slightest interaction with a man was enough to draw scrutiny from her mother. At one point, she made a scene at an airport when the flight attendant made her sit next to a middle-aged man on a trip to visit her grandmother.

As mortifying as moments like that were, Sharon understood her mother’s sentiments to some extent. She knew, as well as everyone else in her family, that she had a bad history with men. Her father ditched her when she was a baby, her uncle abused her, and every man she’d ever dated found some way to hurt her.

Sharon’s own father was probably the one that went too far. He’d been so nice to her, treating her mother better than any of the abusive assholes she’d dealt with before. He was older, but claimed to love her. It wasn’t until her mother got pregnant that she found out she was just his mistress. Her father actually had another family across the state, complete with a wife and three kids. His wife apparently let herself go and he just wanted to sleep with a woman under 150 pounds.

Her father had used her mother and essentially abandoned her, even after she was born. Sharon was perfectly fine keeping him out of her life entirely, but he’d left such a deep scar on her mother that she went out of her way to inoculate her from such men. For the most part, she succeeded.

However, there was always that gnawing curiosity in the back of Sharon’s mind. Were all men really that bad? As much as her mother belabored that point, a part of her just couldn’t leave it at that.

“So…you want to come up and see my apartment?” Sharon asked in the most seductive tone she could muster.

“Boy, you sure like to skip ahead, don’t you?” replied the surprised, but intrigued young man in her presence.

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Hell yes!” he said with a cocky grin. “For a girl as pretty as you, I’ll skip all the steps you want.”

Sharon replied with a half-hearted laugh. It couldn’t have been that convincing, but Chris Chadwin didn’t strike her as the kind of guy who cared. Why would he? He was about to get laid.

As Sharon latched onto his arm and led him up to her fourth-floor apartment, she could hear her mother’s voice echoing in her head, yelling at her to throw Chris out the nearest window. She was about to do something her mother urged her to avoid at all costs. She was going to willingly have sex with a man she barely knew, didn’t care for, and wasn’t even that attracted to. It was the antithesis of everything she’d been taught, but Sharon had already made her choice.

“I’m taking a chance, for once.”

That was what she’d told herself that afternoon, less than two hours before she accepted Chris’ offer to join him for happy hour at a bar not far from where she lived. It hadn’t been the first time he flirted with her. He wasn’t even the only woman he flirted with. He was just the easiest man to hook up with and that was all Sharon needed.

He was already getting frisky. As they ascended the stairs, he slipped his arms around her waist and playfully kissed her neck. Sharon didn’t care much for neck-kissing, but she appreciated the intimate grasp. The feeling of two powerful arms wrapped around her from behind was surprisingly arousing. It shouldn’t have been, given the influence of her mother, but it was.

“It’s just down the hall,” Sharon told him after ascending the final round of stairs.

“Lead the way, beautiful,” Chris said playfully.

He must have thought he’d charmed her perfectly. He had no idea of her true intentions and she had no plans to tell him. If Chris knew his actions that night might confirm or discredit everything she thought about men, then she wouldn’t be taking a chance.

Sharon chose to hook up with Chris because he was the kind of overly-macho flirt that her mother warned her about. He was a sophomore at the nearby community college who spent his weekends cruising bars, looking for pretty girls to get with. Some of the other girls who worked at the same software company as her had shared sordid stories about their encounters with him. Some showed regret. Most just shrugged him off as an arrogant meathead.

Whatever they thought of Chris, he still had a reputation as a guy who got more women than most. Despite not being exceptionally attractive or accomplished, he somehow managed to convince plenty of women to sleep with him. He never pretended to seek anything romantic, either. He was just a horny guy who wanted to have meaningless sex with pretty girls.

That fact, alone, didn’t surprise her. It was consistent with at least some of what Sharon’s mother warned her about. What still bugged her was the bigger implications.

Did he really just want to use her the same way he’d use a tissue to blow his nose?

Was she just a pair of breasts, a nice set of legs, and a pussy to him?

Did he only care about getting off and ditching her for his next sexual conquest?

Those were just some of the questions that Sharon sought to answer. All her life, she had only her mother’s answers to go on. For once, she wanted to answer those questions for herself. It meant putting herself at risk, but for her own peace of mind, she needed to find them on her own.

“We’re here,” Sharon told him upon arriving at her apartment door.

“Finally!” Chris said, still embracing her from behind. “These pants are getting really tight.”

“I think I can help with that,” she quipped, “so long as you return the favor.”

“Oh, don’t you worry!” he said boldly. “When it comes to ladies and favors, I know how to prioritize.”

His bravado was obnoxious, but the sentiment was endearing. Sharon even managed a genuine smile, if only to give Chris incentive to honor his word.

She could already tell he was plenty motivated. With the way he rubbed up behind her, she could feel the bulge in his pants pressing up against her. He was horny, that much was clear. He wanted sex and he wasn’t afraid to be crude. Sharon was willing to tolerate that, provided he didn’t confirm too many of his mother’s warnings.

Upon entering her apartment, she didn’t waste time. Before she could second-guess her choice, she led him into her bedroom. There, she finally turned around and let every reckless whim guide her.

“Want to help me get out of these itchy clothes?” she asked him.

“Of course!” Chris said eagerly. “Isn’t that what a gentleman does?”

Ignoring, for the moment, how little he had in common with a traditional gentleman, Sharon let him strip her as they made their way to the bed. He was surprisingly courtesy in that he didn’t rip her clothes off like her mother said men would if she gave them the chance. He was almost gentle in how he slid her pants down her legs, even teasing her feet as he laid her down on the bed.

“Simple, brand-name underwear,” he commented up on seeing her in her bra and panties. “I like it!”

“You probably say that to all half-naked women,” Sharon said.

“You’d be surprised.”

He might have been right about that, but Sharon tried not to overthink the situation. She just watched as Chris shed his clothes, as well, removing everything but his boxers. He then joined her on the bed, getting on top of her gazing upon her with a lust she’d been taught her whole life to avoid.

“You ready for the main course? Or do you need some appetizers?” Chris asked, sounding like every bad porno she’d ever seen.

“It’s uh…been a while for me,” Sharon told him. “I might need a little extra care.”

“No problem!” he said confidently. “I don’t mind going the slow and steady route.”

Sharon replied with a flirtatious grin, hiding the fact that she had never let a man touch her in such an intimate way. For much of her life, the thought of letting any man put his hands on her like that was abhorrent. She had to set all that aside, if only to give Chris – and men, as a whole – a fair chance.

It wasn’t like she had avoided all sexual activity. Her mother – most likely in an effort to keep her away from men – actually bought her a vibrator when she was a teenager. She even let her watch porn, although she only tolerated lesbian porn. In her youth, that had been plenty stimulating. She’d even had a sexual relationship, of sorts, with a lesbian woman at one point.

Even though her mother had been vocal with her approval, something about it just didn’t feel complete. It was as though she’d only ever explored half of her desires, at most. At time went on, men found their way into her sexual thoughts, so much so that she couldn’t shut them out.

Chris wasn’t the first man that had evoked sexual feelings in her. He was just the most convenient way to explore those feelings. In her mind, if she could still experience pleasure with a man after everything her mother had done to demonize them, then that would go a long way towards proving her wrong.

“Just lie back and let me work my magic,” Chris said as he guided her to the center of the bed. “I think you’ll find I know my way around the female body.”

“That…would be surprising,” she said under her breath.

Despite all the factors urging her to do otherwise, Sharon went along with the horny man’s lustful request. She soon found herself lying flat on her back, resting her head on her pillow, as Chris got on top of her and went to work.

It started with a simple make-out session, his lips smothering hers with his sensual hunger. Somewhere, along the way, he removed her bra and trailed his lips down her body, paying extra attention to her breasts. He kissed her exposed flesh, again showing a surprising amount of care. He wasn’t trying to devour her as much as he was trying to savor her exposed flesh.

At first, it felt strange. Before long, though, it felt good.

“Mmm…you taste good,” Chris said, his voice muffled by her breasts.

Sharon replied with light moans, but didn’t completely succumb to the same lust. However, that quickly changed after he removed her panties and got his first taste of the tender womanly flesh between her thighs.

“Ooh!” Sharon gasped.

“Whoa!” he said. “It has been a while for you.”

He had no idea and Sharon didn’t intend to let him know. She’d presented herself as someone who regularly took guys up to her apartment and fooled around. She needed Chris to believe that in order to make all the risks worthwhile. Near as she could tell, he wasn’t overthinking the situation.

He was just touching and tasting her naked skin, as though it were a succulent treat. After tossing her panties aside, his gaze narrowed on her inner thighs. She even noticed him licking his lips in anticipation.

“That’s a nice-looking pussy you have there,” he commented. “Mind if I have a taste?”

“Please,” Sharon said, as though it were the most polite thing in the world.

With a dazed, but eager look on his face, the young man pushed her thighs apart with both hands and indulged in her womanhood. His eagerness, alone, surprised her. Sharon had been led to believe that men only liked receiving oral sex and rarely gave it. Even if Chris was an outlier, there was no denying his demeanor. He was a man and he enjoyed eating a woman’s pussy out.

That was jarring enough, but Sharon didn’t care. His efforts did exactly what she needed him to do. He was not too coordinated. He wasn’t overly-thorough, either. That didn’t matter, though. Chris showed he knew enough about female anatomy to get her juices flowing in ways that directly countered her mother’s warnings.

“Ohhh yeah!” she moaned. “That…that feels good.”

“Mmm…you almost sound surprised,” he teased, briefly looking up from her inner thighs.

He had no idea how big a deal it was for her. The idea that a man actually enjoyed something that gave a woman direct pleasure just didn’t fit with her mother’s narrative of men being selfish pigs. While her mother would’ve argued that Chris had only gone down on her to ensure he got what he wanted, Sharon couldn’t accept that something that felt so good could be that selfish.

As enjoyable as it was, she picked up on Chris’ secondary agenda. While giving her oral sex, he’d been pleasing himself as well, getting his manhood nice and hard. It was the most effective act of multitasking she’d seen in any man to date. Regardless of how her mother viewed men, Chris proved that they could stay focused when motivated.

“God, I love the taste of a hot, moist pussy,” said Chris after giving her outer folds one last lick.

“I love that you love it,” Sharon teased. “Your generosity is…appreciated.”

“Just doing what I got to do to make the next part easier for both of us!”

With a curt grin, as if to flaunt his manliness, he rose up and removed his boxers, revealing a fully-erect penis that looked ready to enter a willing vagina. Her mother once told Sharon that any penis attached to a man was inherently repulsive. Chris might not have been the most attractive or endowed man she’d ever seen, but the sight of his manly physique hovering over her did plenty to fuel her arousal.

“You ready?” he asked as he loomed over her with lustful intent.

“Are you asking me? Or telling me?” she teased.

“Only if you’re anything less than ready for some fucking!”

“Then, I guess that depends.”

“On what?” he asked intently.

“On just how good you can make it!”

It wasn’t just a flirtatious quip. Now clutching his shoulders, gazing up at him with burning desire, she dared him with her eyes to prove himself. He didn’t have to completely disprove everything her mother had ever taught her about men. He just had to demonstrate that he could give a woman quality, enjoyable sex. Chris, meathead or not, seemed up for the challenge.

“In that case, I’d say we’re both ready!” he said confidently.

“Less talking…more fucking,” Sharon said intently.

There was no turning back. At that point, she’d given Chris free reign over her naked body. He could drop the façade and use her like his personal fuck toy. He could also demonstrate that even a horny man getting what he wanted could be trusted to that extent. Sharon was about to find out.

Instinctively, she braced herself, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She felt it as Chris’ upper body made contact with hers, his manly sinews meshing with her feminine curves. As naked skin meshed with naked skin, he tightened his grip on her thighs, holding her legs apart as he guided his rigid manhood to her womanhood.

Then, with a thrust of his hips, he entered her.

“Ohhh yeah!” Chris moaned. “So hot and tight…you like that?”

Sharon replied with a sharp gasp. That was all she could manage. She genuinely struggled to process the feeling that had just washed over her. She’d been led to believe that any act that involved a man penetrating a woman with a body part could only be uncomfortable. While it hadn’t been disproved entirely, she already found herself questioning that assumption.

Chris didn’t wait for her to finish processing it. He had already begun moving his body, burying his face in her neck and working his dick within her tight folds. He wasn’t too rough, establishing a steady pace of sex. It didn’t completely rock her world, but it certainly rocked the bed enough to remind her that she was really doing it. She was having sex with a man, despite her mother’s efforts.

“Wow! This feels good…no, great!” Sharon proclaimed.

She sounded even more surprised than she did before. Chris didn’t seem to notice, though. He was too focused on their sex, thrusting his hips and caressing her naked body. It was so hot and intimate, his naked skin gliding against hers, masculine sinews meshing with feminine curves. It wasn’t supposed to be so intoxicating. It was just supposed to be sex, but it quickly evolved into something else.

As Chris maintained the sexual rhythm, Sharon found herself supplementing his efforts. She acted on a mix of instinct and lust, raking her fingers down his back and arching her body in just the right ways every time he drove into her. The feeling of his hard, manly flesh slithering inside her stimulated parts that she didn’t know existed. Even a vibrator could only do so much. There was just something different about an actual, throbbing penis in conjunction with a man’s body.

It felt so good that Sharon expected it to end abruptly. She’d heard plenty of jokes about how men barely make it beyond the first dozen humps before they blow their load. Chris didn’t seem that eager to rush the experience. It was easy to assume that he just wanted to show off his prowess so that he could brag to others who good he was in bed. However, it was just as likely that he wanted to draw out an inherently pleasurable feeling and Sharon was more than happy to let him.

“You…are so sexy,” Chris said into her ear, part of his face still buried in her neck.

“And you’re so…considerate,” Sharon gasped, still struggling to form words.

“Considerate? I can do better than that!”

Chris seemed to take that as a challenge. At first, Sharon worried that she’d said something wrong. For all she knew, the best parts were over and everything from that point forward would prove her mother right. Once again, she braced herself.

In another display of bravado, he rose up slightly so that he was in a more upright position. Her legs still hooked around his waist, he began humping her at a different angle. However, he threw a little something extra into his efforts. As he worked his manly flesh within her depths, he used his thumb to stimulate her clit. Either the man had just paid extra attention in health class or he genuinely cared about bringing a woman to orgasm.

“How’s that? Is that better?” he said with a cocky grin.

“Oohhh!” was all Sharon got out.

Her body reacted before her brain could process everything. She grabbed hold of the sheets, closed her eyes and panted heavily as a flood of powerful sensations shot through her. What they’d been doing before had been pleasurable, but it only took her so far on the path to ecstasy. That extra effort, stimulating her most sensitive areas with such determined care, sent her down the rest of that blissful with stunning efficacy.

At that moment, another profound realization sank in. She wasn’t just having sex with a man. She was going to achieve orgasm with one of them. If that weren’t astonishing enough, a man was going to give it to her. If there was a more effective way to shatter her old assumptions about men, she hadn’t heard of it.

“Like that! Ohhh just like that!” she gasped, increasingly short of breath. “You’re going to make me…I’m going to…ohhhh yes!”

That orgasmic chorus filled the room. There was nothing fake or exaggerated about it. She experience a real, toe-curling orgasm. Every muscle contraction and blissful sensation carried more meaning than usual, as if to directly counter every man-hating rant her mother had ever made.

“The sound of a woman coming,” Chris said, “I never get tired of that!”

He still sounded arrogant and crude, but Sharon didn’t mind. He’d just giving her an orgasm. He earned the right to brag. Logistically speaking, it made too much sense. To back up his bravado, he had to give her great sex. To give her great sex, he had to do it in a way she enjoyed. He got what he wanted. She got what she wanted. It was almost like sex was a collaborative effort.

Sharon would’ve laughed if she weren’t still processing the ecstasy. She was content to just soak in the feeling while Chris pursued his own peak. He kept the pace of their sex slow, shifting his grip to her butt and giving it a firm squeeze as their naked bodies moved together in blissful harmony. By the time he neared his peak, Sharon had completed her orgasmic journey. In doing so, she opened her eyes and watched the man before her complete his.

“Almost…there!” Chris grunted. “Just…a little…oh fuck!”

His orgasm wasn’t as theatrical as hers. After a few more targeted hips thrusts, his expression contorted and his grip on her butt intensified as he got his release. Sharon even felt it as his cock throbbed inside her in accord with his release.

Her climax directly led to his.

Her pleasure became his pleasure.

Inside her, the juices of their sex blended together, their shared ecstasy taking a tangible form.

“I feel it,” Sharon said distantly. “Inside me…so nice and hot…I really feel it.”

She doubted Chris heard him. That look on his face – the O-face that she once joked about, no less – made clear that he was in too blissful a daze to hear. That didn’t matter, though. Whether he knew it or not, he just changed everything she thought she knew about men.

When he finally opened his eyes, that post-orgasmic afterglow already setting in, she made it a point to cast him an affectionate smile. He smiled back, still looking dazed, if not somewhat goofy. That didn’t stop her from drawing him back into an embrace and giving him a kiss.

“Thank you, Chris,” she said to him intently.

“For giving you the good fucking I promised? You’re welcome!” Chris replied proudly.

He laughed as their naked bodies finally parted, exhaustion and satisfaction settling over them as the room fell silent. Sharon smiling, though. Chris might have been arrogant, crude, and immature. From his perspective, he just banged a pretty girl and did it well enough to ensure she enjoyed it. That was as meaningful as their sex had been for him.

For her, however, the meaning went beyond the sex. Chris was not some dignified gentleman. He wasn’t some thick-headed brute, either. He sought sex with a pretty girl and getting it didn’t mean using her, as her mother often warned. In fact, that would’ve made it harder to achieve the satisfaction they’d shared.

She trusted him with her body.

He rewarded that trust and she rewarded him back.

A man she barely knew, who only wanted sex, proved that she could trust a man. The end result wasn’t just great sex. It was definitive proof that her mother had been wrong.

The following is a sexy short story inspired by an anecdote I heard in high school. I won’t say how accurate certain details are. I’ll just say that the couple that inspired this story were as bold as they were in love. Enjoy!

“Young love is dumb love.”

Those were the exact words that Tyra Armstrong’s used the first time she brought up the subject of dating. It had only been a joke and she was in middle school at the time, but her father was dead serious. He’d made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t supposed to waste time with boys and romance. Her only concerns had to revolve around school, grades, and getting into college. Her mother shared that sentiment and went out of her way to belabor it whenever her father wasn’t around.

For the most part, Tyra honored her parents’ wishes. She was an honor student, a track star, and on track to go to any college of her choosing. When her parents were around, she said all the right things and conducted herself as a dutiful daughter. When they weren’t around, however, she dared to be defiant.

“Hurry up, Vic!” Tyra urged a tall, slender boy as they entered the back door of her house.

“Take it easy, Tyra. You act like we’re sneaking into the White House or something,” the boy replied, following closely as she led him through the kitchen.

“For what we’re about to do, neither one of us should be acting.”

“Even if your parents already know me and love me?”

“Trust me,” she told him, “that’ll only piss them off even more.”

Victor Frey hesitated briefly as she led him down the hall of her family’s one-story house, but Tyra kept urging him along. He wasn’t one to shy away from risky situations, especially when the prospect of getting naked with a cute girl was a possible reward. His father worked on hot rods in his spare time and his mother served in the Coast Guard. Being bold ran in his family, but that didn’t stop him from underestimating the risks.

Tyra still tried to distract him from contemplating them. Halfway down the hall, she pulled him into an intimate embrace, kissing him hard on the lips and throwing in some extra tongue to further tempt him. She even guided his hands from her waist to her butt, making it abundantly clear to him how much she wanted him, despite the best efforts of her parents.

“Tyra…if I didn’t know any better, I’d say pissing off your parents is a turn-on,” Vic commented.

“What gave you that idea?” she asked seductively.

“Well, aside from the fact that your thigh is grinding against my crotch, I’m sensing some family drama here. I mean…I get why you tell your parents you’re hanging out with Karen instead of me, but this kind of deception is…well, it’s telling.”

“It damn well better,” said Tyra. “It says how much I love you.”

Just saying those words left her breathless. Still standing in the middle of the hall, embracing in ways that would’ve sent her parents into a rage, Tyra gazed intently into the eyes of the teenage boy she’d fallen so hard for.

Victor wasn’t some big, hulking jocks like the guys on the football team. She’d actually known him since the third grade. Her mother was friends with his mother. They’d been friends for years, but they hadn’t always been that close. That changed shortly after her 17^th birthday when a mutual friend of theirs, Sarah Meyer, died in a car accident.

It started with him comforting her. It then led to her kissing him. From there, one thing led to another. The next things he knew, they were hanging out, hooking up, and making love in his parents’ basement when her parents thought she was studying with friends. She hadn’t planned on falling in love with him or losing her virginity to him. Everything her parents taught her about young love implied it was wrong, but with every intimate moment, it felt more and more right.

“Vic, I know I can be neurotic when it comes to sharing these moments,” Tyra said to him in a more serious tone.

“Not the word I would use, but I can’t think of anything more accurate,” he replied jokingly.

“And it’s not just because of my parents…although they’re the primary reason,” she continued. “You see, I never made an effort to find love. Hell, I’d even promised myself I would avoid that shit until college. At least then I could have some distance between me and my parents.”

“Sorry if I made you break that promise,” said Victor.

“No. Don’t you dare apologize for loving me like you did. It feels too damn good and too damn right,” she said, now caressing his unshaven face affectionately, “and no, I’m not just referring to the kissing, the dates, and the sex.”

“I didn’t think you were. I know you better than that, Tyra.”

“That’s the other reason. Between Sarah dying, racing hormones, and focusing way too much on my future, you helped me slow down just enough so I could appreciate the present. Even though everyone – teachers, parents, and those weird guest speakers at church – all say we shouldn’t take love at our age too seriously, I think…no, I know this is serious.”

To further affirm her point, she kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his, soaking in his warmth on a such a dreary day. Victor got the message loud and clear, kissing back with equal passion. He even lifted her up into his arms, as if to show that he was strong enough to handle the young love everyone said was dumb. It just made he want him even more.

Not forgetting why she invited him over after school, knowing her parents wouldn’t be home for another couple hours, another dangerous idea popped into her head. Whether it was out of passion or recklessness, it was another one of those desire that seemed so wrong on paper, but felt so right.

“Vic…my parents’ bedroom,” Tyra said upon breaking the kiss.

“Um…what about it?” Victor asked incredulously.

“Let’s do it in my parents’ bedroom!” she said, still clinging to his shoulders. “Think about it…us, in their bed, making love in all the ways they don’t want.”

“That…is fucking crazy.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to?”

“Hell no!” he said without hesitation. “We’re graduating in two months. And since they already said we can’t go to the prom…”

His words trailed off. Tyra could already tell from that look on his face that he was entertaining thoughts of them naked in bed, doing things and feeling things that her parents didn’t want them to feel. It was so dangerous and daring. Then again, that had been the entire basis of their relationship and it had worked so well.

“I’ll lead the way,” she said seductively.

With renewed focus, Tyra led him towards the end of the hall, passing by her bedroom in the process. That was usually where their passionate moments began and ended. They’d even gotten quite skilled at sneaking in and out, keeping those moments discrete. Her parents’ bedroom was usually off-limits, even when they weren’t home. The idea of venturing into such forbidden territory only gave their passion an added thrill.

She and Victor burst through the door like a couple of newlyweds on their honeymoon. They were all over each other, kissing and necking like a couple of animals in heat. As soon as Victor kicked the door shut, they began shedding their clothes. Tyra practically tore his shirt off while he undid her pants. As they made their way to the king-sized bed, they stripped each other down to their underwear. Now in just her bra and panties, Tyra leapt up onto the bed and invited her young lover to join her.

“Come, my love,” she said playfully. “Let’s enjoy some reckless, teenage hormones!”

“Good thing I’m feeling extra reckless,” Victor said in his manliest tone.

Tyra snickered at his remark, already noticing a sizable bulge in his boxers. Like a veteran lover, he crawled onto the bed with her and took her in his arms. They then began making out, kissing and groping one another like the horny teens they were.

Whether subconsciously or intentionally, they made their way to the head of the bed. Once there, Victor snuck his hand behind her back and unclasped her bra. Once loose, he slipped it off and tossed into the pile of wrinkled clothing on the floor. He then trailed his lips down her face and neck while kneading her exposed breasts with both hands.

It felt good. It felt really good. He knew how much she loved having her breasts rubbed. It got her feeling even more aroused.

“Vic…so reckless,” she moaned. “God, it makes me wet!”

“Then, I guess you don’t need these panties anymore,” he quipped.

Tyra, her inner thighs already burning with arousal, lifted her hips so that her love could remove them. As soon as they were off, Victor shed his boxers and tossed them into the same pile of wrinkled clothing, revealing his rapidly-hardening manhood.

Now naked, aroused, and in the last place she wanted her parents to catch them in, Tyra slipped under the sheets with her lover and resumed their foreplay. The feeling of their hot, naked skin touching – her breasts pressing up against his chest, her thighs brushing up against his penis, and their hands exploring the various sinews of their bodies – amplified the desire, as well as the passion.

“Tyra…my love,” he gasped in between their heated kissing.

Hearing that proclamation, stating out loud in her parents’ bedroom the feeling they told her to avoid, made Tyra’s heart skip a beat. It turned an already-powerful desire into something much more meaningful.

“Victor…take me,” Tyra told him.

Needing no further guidance, Victor turned that desire into a physical act. Shifting his hands to her thighs, the bedsheets barely covering their waist, he pushed her legs apart and positioned himself between them. Then, with the care and focus she’d come to expect from her lover, he guided his manhood towards her wet entrance. With a simple thrust of his hips, he entered her.

“Ooh Vic!” she gasped.

“Mmm…Tyra,” he said through a deep, manly grunt.

Their flesh now intimately entwined, he captured her lips again and began making love to her on her parents’ bed…the same bed on which she’d probably been conceived years ago. Something about that seemed so strange, yet so right.

It made even basic, missionary-style sex feel so exciting. Victor was more energetic than usual, really working his body against hers, his hardened flesh slithering sensually within her moist womanhood. He was just as thorough in how he sensually kissed her lips and felt up her feminine curves, paying special attention to her breasts like he’d done earlier.

He’d learned early in their burgeoning sex life – and by accident, no less – that she loved having her breasts teased a certain way. For reasons she didn’t quite understand, it helped bring her to the brink of orgasm every bit as effectively as a targeted rubbing of her clit. The idea of getting off in the same room her parents slept was too appealing on too many levels.

Tyra also did her part to make the risk worth it, hooking her legs around his waist and raking her nails over his back in just the way he liked. As their naked bodies moved, rocking the bed along with it, they never diverted their gaze from one another. Even in a moment of reckless danger, passion found a way to show in their sex.

“I…I’m so close,” Tyra told him. “Please, Vic…I want this.”

“Me too, Tyra. I…I want it too,” he said intently.

He stepped up the pace of their movements, fondling both her breasts in just the right way to send her to the edge. Another loving kiss, followed by an equally-loving embrace, send her beyond that special brink and into a world of ecstasy.

“Ohhh Vic!” she cried out.

It was like touching a piece of Heaven, feeling a wondrous pleasure wash over her like a jolt from the divine. Victor held her closer, caressing her face and watching her expression contort to the successive surge of sensations. He even cased his movements, allowing her to fully immerse herself in her peak.

It showed just how much he cared about pleasing his lover. It also showed how strong his feelings were for her. Beyond making love in their parents’ bedroom, he was still dedicated to making it feel special.

“I love you, Tyra,” he told her, as if he hadn’t proved that enough.

“I love you too, Victor,” she replied.

Tyra, still shuddering under the weight of all the pleasure, captured his lips in another kiss. In doing so, her own dedicated passion kicked in. She had in her arms a lover who was very willing to take big risks to express their love. That kind of dedication deserved reciprocation in the best possible way.

“On your back,” Tyra whispered into his ear. “Now, it’s your turn!”

With a playful grin and a seductive glance, she rolled their naked bodies over so that Victor was now flat on his back with her straddling his hips. Their flesh never parted, his rigid member still within the tight confines of her throbbing womanhood. Still immersed in that intimate feeling, she rose into an upright position and began riding her lover like a woman possessed.

“Ohhh Tyra! So…so hot!” the young man moaned.

“Yeah…that’s it, my love!” Tyra said with an affectionate purr. “Enjoy it! Let me ride you till you come!”

Victor responded only with more impassioned grunts and groans. Tyra, embracing a more playful brand of lovemaking, put on a sexy show for her lover. She practically danced atop him, gyrating her hips and rocking her body in a way that made her breasts bounce with every movement.

It was such an erotic display, putting her lover in a trance-like daze. His hands remained on her breasts and his eyes remained locked with hers, so focused and determined to share in the pleasure she’d just enjoyed. She could tell he was close. The subtle twitches and contortions of his face were a dead giveaway.

Using those subtleties as a guide, Tyra stepped up the pace of her riding, working her tight folds along the length of his dick to bring him to that special place that she’d just ventured. As the feeling neared, his hands found hers, their fingers interlocked, and they held on for the final ascension.

“Tyra…I’m ready!” Victor gasped. “I’m going to…oh God!”

It finally arrived in the form of an intense, powerful release. Tyra could feel that intensity as his manhood throbbed inside her, releasing his manly fluid into her depths. His dazed state morphed into one of total ecstasy, the look of a young man who’d just made love in a way that was extra-meaningful. Still holding his hands tightly within hers, she cast him a beaming smile. When his eyes finally opened within the midst of his euphoric release, he smiled back.

He didn’t say a word and neither did she. They didn’t have to. They just kept smiling, shared an affectionate kiss, and let their flesh part for some much needed rest. Tyra practically collapsed atop her naked lover, resting her head on his chest and hearing his rapid heartbeat. His arms remained draped around her, their naked bodies only partially covered by the sheets. Even as they panted heavily to catch their breath, a clear and unmistakable truth set in.

“Young love is dumb love, my ass,” Tyra said under her breath.

“What was that, love?” said Victor, still very dazed by their shared peak.

“Nothing, babe!”

They shared a brief laugh as the afterglow settled in. It was such a nice feeling on top of that warm, intimate feeling of their juices mixing inside her. She wasn’t too worried, though. She’d been on birth control since before she and Victor started dating. Officially, it was for health reasons. Unofficially, though, it was her way of affirming that she wasn’t going to wait until her wedding night to experience such a wondrous feeling.

She and Victor had shared many such feelings in the brief time they’d been together. Young love or not, she remained determined to keep exploring it, even after they graduated. She wasn’t quite ready to make long-term plans. They were still young and adventurous, as evidenced by their willingness to do it in her parents’ bedroom. Whatever plans they made, though, she was determined to make them for the right reasons and not just because of what her parents wanted.

For now, she was content to just enjoy the post-coital afterglow. However, just as the cuddling began, a familiar sound emerged from the other side of the small, one-floor house.

“Damn, it feels good to be home,” said the voice of Tyra’s tired and clearly-irritated father.

Almost instantly, the afterglow vanished. Bliss and contentment was immediately replaced with dread and a new kind of urgency.

“Crap!” both Tyra and Victor said under their collective breath.

Like a reflex, they got out of the bed and gathered their clothes. While Victor scrambled to get his pants on, not even putting on his underwear, Tyra did her best to straighten out the bed so that it didn’t look like a couple of teenagers just had sex on it. For a moment, Victor looked around anxiously. While still fixing the bed, Tyra noticed a half-open window near the dresser.

“Vic…the window!” she pointed out.

“And it’s open, thank God!” he said.

He moved quickly and as quietly as possible, even as the footsteps of her father echoed from the living room. With his shirt, shoes, and socks in hand, he opened the window the rest of the way and crawled out into the muddy, dreary yard outside. It was not how Tyra had hoped to see her boyfriend leave, but so long as he got away in time, she was okay with it.

“Vic,” she called out, still gathering her clothes.

“What?” he said anxiously from outside.

“Next time…we do it in your parents’ bedroom.”

For a brief moment, he smiled. No longer caring that he was half-naked and covered in rain, he cast her a smile before running through the back yard and hopping the fence. Tyra lingered just long enough to make sure that he got away.

Still not dressed, clutching her discarded clothes to her naked body, Tyra carefully slipped out of her parents’ bedroom. Near as she could tell, her father was still in the living room. She could hear him pacing, which he often did when he came home feeling stressed out and irritated. Knowing that was the worst possible mood for him to find out his daughter just had sex with her boyfriend, she acted quickly.

Thinking fast, she ducked into the hall bathroom and not a second too soon. Her father already began making his way down the hall.

“Tyra? Are you here?” he called out.

“I’m here, daddy!” she said from the bathroom. “I’m just about to take a hot shower. The walk home just left me feeling so messy.”

In effort to sell it, she turned the shower on, hoping her father wouldn’t probe deeper. She even heard him walk by the bathroom door. The seconds that followed were tortuous. She swore her heart had jumped up into the back of her throat. If her father gave her that penetrating look of his, she wasn’t sure she could convincingly lie to him.

Much to her relief, he just kept walking.

“A hot shower…that sounds like a great idea,” he said. “Just make sure you set the table before your mother gets home. She’s bringing take-out and I’m not in the mood to do dishes tonight.”

“Don’t worry, daddy! I’ll take care of it,” Tyra said, once again sounding like the dutiful daughter.

Finally, she exhaled. The sound of her parents’ bedroom door closing assured her that she was in the clear. She waited a few more seconds. If he erupted into a rage because someone left their underwear behind, then she could start worrying again. That outburst never came.

It was official. She and Victor had gotten away with it. They made love in her parents’ bedroom.

“Young love is dumb love indeed,” she said to herself before slipping into the shower, “but still so worth it!”

The following is a sexy short story that was inspired by a couple I know who recently celebrated their wedding anniversary. I won’t go so far as to say this is based on a true story, but it certainly was inspired by one. If you’re married or have a lover you want to surprise on your anniversary, feel free to use this idea. Enjoy!

“Come on, Tim! How much longer are you going to make me wait?” complained an impatient, but excited Amber Deegan.

“Just hang in there, babe. I promise this is worth waiting for!” said Tim Deegan, her playful, but cunning husband.

Amber didn’t know what to expect. It was their first wedding anniversary, an event she’d intended to celebrate. However, she had a feeling Tim wouldn’t be content with a romantic dinner, a quiet night, and some tender lovemaking. That just wasn’t the kind of man he was, nor was it the kind of man she’d married.

Just a few minutes ago, they’d finished a big meal in which Amber recreated the first meal they’d shared on their first date, which consisted of burgers and nachos drenched with her family’s spicy salsa. Tim, not content with candles and classical music, set up a miniature disco ball and played the fast-paced dance music they’d heard when they first met at her best friend’s birthday party. It was not a typical anniversary dinner and it got even less typical when it ended.

Almost immediately after they finished their meal, Tim turned the music off and got dead serious. He claimed he had the perfect anniversary present for her, but it required that she wear a blindfold and follow him. It wasn’t the weirdest request Tim had made. It wasn’t even the only one involving a blindfold, having not forgotten the antics they enjoyed on their honeymoon.

That didn’t make Amber any less curious. She even felt a little anxious, knowing her husband had a knack for elaborate schemes. She didn’t mind, though. If anything, she found that kind of uncertainty a turn-on. It was a big part of why her relationship with Tim was so strong. He always found ways to keep things exciting, even after four years together, one of which they’d spent married.

“This past year has been the happiest year of my life, Amber,” he told her as he carefully led her forward. “I know I’ve said that a lot this past week, but I mean it. Marrying you, building a life together, and sharing so many wonderful moments together…I could try putting it into words until our next anniversary and that still wouldn’t be enough.”

“Aww! That’s so lovingly sweet,” Amber said as she followed closely, “and you say you’re so bad with words.”

“It’s true. It’s not just because I flunked English in high school, either. I’ve always been the kind of guy who prefers letting his actions do the talking. It’s part of what makes me so good at building things and working in art studios. It’s also why I thought I’d never get married.”

“You really think a guy who’s both physical and artistic wouldn’t attract any women?” Amber teased.

“Not the kind who’d fall in love with me, let alone marry me. Then, you came along. You saw who I was, how I was, and what I am…and you just accepted all of it. You gave me a chance to show you how much I can love someone.”

“And you showed me plenty,” she said. “That’s exactly why I married you.”

“And now, I want to show you how grateful I am. I want you to see, clear as day, how much our love means me to me.”

His words were cryptic, but his voice was as heart-felt as it had been on their wedding day. It got Amber’s heart racing, along with her passions. Tim might not have been skilled with turning feelings into words, but the man had a knack for conveying his love to her. It left her all the more anxious to see what kind of surprise he had in store for her.

She kept following him, not once touching the blindfold he’d put over her eyes. Knowing the layout of their house as well as him, she sensed they were in their second-floor master bedroom. She even suspected that Tim had led her in circles a few times in an attempt to throw her off. She still went along with it. Her husband wasn’t big on subtlety, but he always rewarded her patience and trust.

“Stand here,” Tim said, finally stopping her.

“Is the blindfold really necessary?” Amber said. “I can tell we’re in our bedroom.”

“Trust me. It’s necessary,” he told her. “I want the moment to be just right. It’s the only way I’ll ever make clear how much I love you and how happy I am to call you my wife.”

“You almost make it sound like a life-or-death situation,” she pointed out.

“When it comes to showing my love for my wife, it’s pretty damn close,” he replied, “which is why I need you to trust me because the next part…it’s going to get intense.”

He still sounded very serious, but he also sounded distinctly seductive. He had that deep, masculine undertone he often used when trying to get her in a sexy mood. Other women thought it was juvenile, including her sister and mother. She thought it was hot and on their anniversary, it did plenty to set the mood.

Her anticipation growing by the second, Amber stood firmly in place, still sensing the carpet of their bedroom under her feet and her husband’s powerful hands on her shoulders. Even through the blindfold, she felt his penetrating gaze. It got her heart racing and her passions heightened, wanting more than anything to feel whatever intensity Tim had planned.

“Okay, Tim,” Amber said, matching his voice with some seduction of her own. “I trust you completely. Tell me what to do next.”

“Good, because the next part is critical,” he said.

As he uttered those words, she felt his hands shift from her shoulders to her waist. There, he lightly grasped the hem of her shirt.

“Take your clothes off,” Tim said.

“My clothes?” she said, a mix of surprise and intrigue. “You mean down to my underwear? Or everything?”

“Everything,” he affirmed, “and keep the blindfold on.”

His voice left no room for ambiguity. He wanted her naked and not just because he liked staring at her tits and butt. His reasons remained unclear, but Amber hadn’t forgotten what she just promised.

“Okay. Everything, it is,” Amber said coyly, “but if I find out there’s a video camera in front of me, you’re a dead man.”

“Don’t worry. It’s just us,” Tim told her. “If it makes you feel better, I’m taking my clothes off too.”

“Is that part of your elaborate plan?”

“You want me to tell you know? Or do you want to get naked and find out?”

“Tough choice,” she teased. “Well, these clothes were getting itchy anyways!”

With almost casual glee, Amber stripped out of her shirt, jeans, and underwear. Tim still helped her get her shirt off over the blindfold, but she did the rest, slipping out of her pants and unclasping her bra.

As she kicked off her clothes, she sensed Tim do the same, hearing as he undid his belt buckle and slid off his shirt. There was something inherently sexy about not being able to see him undress, but know he was standing there, naked as he’d been on their honeymoon. She even got a little turned on, knowing his eyes were drifting up and down her naked body. She could already feel his gaze on her breasts. She could even hear his breath getting more labored as he took in her beauty.

“God, you look good naked,” he told her.

“Your way with words continues to astonish,” Amber joked with folded arms. “Now, tell me what’s next so I actually enjoy being naked with my husband.”

He laughed and pulled her into a light embrace. In the process, he revealed that he was fully naked too. She could feel his exposed chest pressing against hers. She also felt a partially-erect penis press up against her thigh. That somewhat surprised her. Naked or not, him getting aroused so quickly meant something had gotten him very excited.

Whatever it was, Tim clearly wanted her. One way or another, they were going to make love that night. It was only a matter of what form it would take.

“To the bed,” he whispered into her ear, giving her butt a playful squeeze in the process.

“Lead the way, dear husband of mine,” Amber said curtly.

Still in his arms, her love guided her across the room. It couldn’t have been far, given the size of their room, but it might as well have been a journey to the other side of the world.

With every step, he affectionately caressed her naked body. He kissed down her neck, nibbling her ear in that special way that always got her blood flowing to all the right body parts. He also trailed his hands up her hips, tickling and tantalizing her feminine curves, sending shivers up her body. After only a few steps, those shivers morphed into full-fledged arousal.

“Just a little bit closer,” Tim whispered, just as he slipped his fingers between her legs. “We’re almost there.”

“Ooh, Tim!” Amber cooed. “You’re not making this easy for me.”

“And for good reason…one that’ll make sense very soon.”

By the time they finally reached the bed, her husband’s skilled touching had left her feeling very moist between her legs. Tim had grown quite skilled at making her horny in the time they’d been together, but he was really going the extra mile. The way his fingers grazed over her outer folds, paying close attention to her more sensitive areas, made clear that he needed her horny for what he had planned.

“Get on,” he told her intently.

Already short of breath and very much aroused, Amber followed her husband’s urgings and crawled up onto the bed. Tim did so as well, his hands never leaving her naked body. With the blindfold still on, he guided her to towards the center of the bed and laid her down atop what she surmised to be a fresh pillow. In fact, the sheets under her felt brand new and very expensive.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say we’re in the same bed I woke up in this morning,” Amber pointed out, “but something feels different.”

“That’s because it is,” he said, still speaking in his extra-manly voice. “You’re about to find out just how different, but only when the moment is perfect.”

“And when might that be? This blindfold is getting annoying.”

“We’re almost there. Trust me, you’ll know when the moment is perfect and why.”

Still trusting her husband implicitly, Amber waited with baited breath as she lay naked atop her bed, soft linens under her and her equally-naked husband on top of her. As she waited, he kissed and caressed her again.

He trailed one hand up her hips and fondled her breast with the other, giving it a light squeeze to send more intimate shivers coursing up through her body. He lovingly twirled his tongue with hers every step of the way, as if to mimic the same deep kiss they’d shared on their wedding day. It got her heart racing while sending her lady parts into overdrive. The line between loving the man on top of her and wanting to fuck him senseless completely disappeared.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered. “It won’t be much longer.”

“Damn, I don’t know how much more I can take!” Amber gasped.

Like a reflex, her legs parted and Tim got into position between them. She soon felt the tip of his erect penis rub up against her folds. He was almost as aroused as her. Hatching elaborate schemes with her had always been a turn-on, but whatever he’d done had really raised the bar.

Her patience almost at her limit, Amber felt her husband grab her thighs, lay on top of her, and thrust his member into her womanhood. The feeling of smooth, sensual penetration quickly filled her body. As she gasped at the sudden surge of sensations, Tim buried his face in her neck and whispered once more.

“Now…take it off,” he said.

Amber couldn’t remove the blindfold fast enough. As soon as it was off, she saw something that left her utterly astonished in the best possible way.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “Tim…you wonderfully devious man!”

“Happy anniversary, my love.”

It was a sight to behold in the best possible way. On the ceiling just above their bed, which had been blank and featureless that morning, a mirror had been installed. It was not a small mirror, either. It was big enough to show the entire king-sized bed and at that very moment, their naked bodies were on full display in the reflection.

“Wow!” Amber said in daze of amazement. “It’s us…in bed…making love.”

As she gazed at the reflection, Tim went to work establishing a heated sexual rhythm. Grunting with unfretted manliness, he dug his knees and feet into the bed as he worked his body against hers. Manly sinews grinded against feminine curves, her breasts pressing up against his chest in a perfect mesh of flesh. With every movement, his rigid manhood sensually slithered within her wet folds, stimulating all the right nerves and filling her with the bliss of shared passion.

It was one thing to feel those wondrous pleasures that came from making love to her husband, but it was quite another to see it play out in front of her in real time. Their reflection on the mirror was the ultimate porno with them as the stars, turning an intimate feeling into an intensely erotic spectacle.

Amber’s gaze remained fixated on that spectacle, watching as her husband thrust and humped with affectionate delight. Along with the visuals, she felt the steady stream of ecstasy that came with good sex and a caring lover. There was something strange, yet stimulating about watching it unfold before her eyes. Like a fantasy manifesting, it added something special to their lovemaking…something that translated into a special brand of bliss.

“Mmm…Tim!” Amber moaned. “Oh…oohhh yes! Like that…do it like that!”

“Oohhh Amber!” Tim grunted through his hungry humping. “You like…what you see?”

“Yes! Fuck yes, I love it!” she said without hesitation.

There was literally no denying. She could see it right there in the mirror, the way her expression beamed with joy. Tim seemed intent on intensifying the spectacle. His face still buried in her neck, he kissed up the side of her face as he worked his hips harder, vigorously pumping his manhood into her depths.

Amber got into the act as well, raking her nails over his lover’s back and spreading her legs wider, showing off her uncanny flexibility. It played out in every lurid detail in the mirror. She watched their naked bodies rock together in an intimate heat, the bed moving with it. She’d expected to make love to her husband on their first anniversary at some point. Being able to actually see it and commit it to memory made it even more memorable.

“It’s so beautiful,” Amber mused in the heat of passion, “Me…my husband…making love…so beautiful.”

She kept watching and Tim kept the show going, maintaining a steady pace to really draw it out. He employed many of those special tricks he often used to bring her to orgasm, like nibbling on her ear and squeezing her butt. Even during one of his elaborate schemes, Tim made the extra effort to please her. That didn’t just make him a great husband. It made her a very lucky, very grateful woman.

Those tactics weren’t necessary to get her to the brink. She was already very close, ready to have the best orgasm she’d had since her honeymoon. He held back for her, but she didn’t. It was going to happen. She was going to have an orgasm and she was going to watch it unfold before her eyes.

“Ohhh I’m coming, my love! I…I’m coming!” Amber panted.

“That’s it! Watch yourself come!” Tim urged.

He delivered a few more targeted thrusts, penetrating deep to hit those extra sensitive nerves that only a dedicated husband could reach. It did the trick. She climaxed under her husband and the ceiling mirror captured every intricate detail.

Like wave crashing over her, a flood of ecstasy washed over her body. Keeping her eyes open was a challenge, but she made sure they never closed for long. She wanted to see the culmination of their lovemaking. What she saw was a unique kind of beauty.

Her body arched, her nails dug into her lover’s shoulders, and her toes curled as she contorted to the feeling. However, it was the look on her face that stood out the most. The beaming expression of orgasmic delight was there for her to see. She thought the photos of her wedding day showed a very happy woman. The face of a woman making love to her husband definitely raised the bar.

It felt like the longest orgasm she’d ever had. That, or seeing herself climax just made it seem longer. Whatever the case, she soaked in every last drop of ecstasy. Tim even ceased his movements, letting her take in the sight. After it passed, she finally diverted her gaze from the mirror and looked into the eyes of her wonderful husband.

“I love you, Tim,” she told him.

“I love you too, my beautiful wife,” Tim replied, “and for once, you can see how much I love you.”

“Yes…I can,” Amber said with a humored grin. “For our first anniversary, it’s the perfect present…one I’ll have a hard time returning.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“What makes you say I haven’t?”

Now, it was Tim’s turn to be surprised. Amber flashed him another seductive glance. She was still swimming in a sea of orgasmic delight, but she wasn’t done celebrating their first anniversary. She also hadn’t forgotten that Tim was still hard and hadn’t climaxed yet. Being the loving wife she was, she had every intention of rectifying that.

“It’s time for you to trust me, this time,” she told him. “Think you can do that?”

“Of course, I can,” Tim said with his typical confidence.

“Good! Then, lie down on your back and enjoy the show. I’m going to ride your dick so good you’ll want to marry me all over again!”

The following is a sexy short story inspired by an incident involving a former roommate of mine and a significant dent in a wall that required an awkward conversation with the landlord. Once you read the story, you’ll understand why. Enjoy!

“So long, first apartment. I’ll miss you,” said Tyler Avery in a distant, but resigned tone.

“Technically, it’s a dorm room, Ty,” said Lindsey Bailey, his bemused girlfriend of the past two years.

“Call it whatever you want. It’ll always have a special place in my heart.”

“Despite the moldy showers and lousy heating?”

“Especially because of the moldy showers and lousy heating.”

It might have been a strange sentiment to have, holding an undersized and unremarkable apartment in such high regard. Tyler certainly didn’t blame his girlfriend for being eager to move out the day after they graduated college. However, he couldn’t help but have some personal attachment to his first ever home away from home.

“This is where I finally grew into who I wanted to be,” Tyler said to himself. “I got to reinvent myself within these walls. I became someone I could never have been anywhere else.”

Walking through the now-empty dwelling, running his fingers along the cold white walls, Tyler recalled the man he’d been the day he first arrived as an overwhelmed freshman. He came from a small town where the idea of going to college was more a daydream than a realistic goal. The only reason he’d been able to attend was because he got a baseball scholarship. While that made him the envy of many back home, he was not the least bit prepared for what and who he would find.

Growing up, he had little say in his living situation. He’d grown up in a small house with three siblings. They shared a bedroom, a bathroom, and pretty much everything else. Nobody could ever claim that a particular space was their own. There just wasn’t enough of it to go around. Even his first baseball glove had previously belonged to his father. The idea of actually having a place to call his own seemed so radical at first.

Then, he arrived on campus and moved into his first place, a dorm building that catered specifically to student athletes. It was such a strange experience, living by himself after living with his family for so long. He remembered nights being so eerily quiet, so much so that he couldn’t sleep. It left him alone with his thoughts for hours on end, contemplating things he’d never thought about before.

In doing so, Tyler learned something about himself. The first thing he learned was that he needed to become his own person. The second was that he didn’t like living alone. That ultimately played a major role in how Lindsey entered his life.

“Remember the first night I invited you here?” Tyler pondered as he walked around the empty living room.

“Of course I do,” Lindsey said with a coy grin. “You tried to sound so confident, but failed in the most adorable way possible.”

“That’s because I was nowhere near as confident as my batting average, as the time,” he said. “I was still on my own, learning how to live my own life and make my own choices. Where I come from, you don’t get those kinds of choices.”

“It probably helped that you were a handsome young athlete,” she said, still standing in the foyer. “Guess that makes me lucky because you chose to share your life with me.”

“It wasn’t luck from my perspective. Being here, a star athlete on scholarship with his own place, I had a lot of choices thrown at me…including some very bad ones that could’ve taken me down a very nasty path.”

“You referring to that guy who tried to sell you Adderall your sophomore year? Or the cheerleader who offered to suck your dick for every home run you hit?”

“Among many others,” Tyler said, shaking his head in amazement at some of the choices he’d avoided. “You were the first I dared to let in…not just in terms of seeing my first place, but personally as well. I brought you here at a time when I knew I didn’t want to be alone, but I also knew I didn’t want to make the wrong choice.”

“And I’m glad I chose to go with you,” Lindsey said in a more serious tone, “and not just because this place was a step up from my dorm. I knew when I saw you that you were a good, but conflicted soul…the kind of soul you don’t expect to find in some hotshot athlete.”

“You think I’m a hotshot?” Tyler said with a snicker.

“No, I think you’re much more than that.”

Tyler smiled as he stood in the far corner of the living room, just next to the window that overlooked the campus courtyard. Lindsey walked over and joined him, standing next to him and pulling him into a light embrace. He welcomed the feeling. It also helped him recall just how much his life changed after he met her.

A lot of that change took place within the barren walls that now surrounded him. While Lindsey wasn’t the first girlfriend he’d ever had, she’d been the most impactful, by far. Unlike him, she’d come from a less isolated part of the state, having grown up in a less cramped household in which she had her own room, her own stuff, and her own place to grow. Being with her, even before he fell in love with her, taught him a lot about forging his own path.

Their romance did not happen all at once. In fact, she’d been dating someone else when they first met. Growing closer to her made getting together an easy transition, albeit one that got passionate very quickly. It made lonely nights less lonely and helped him envision life beyond simply escaping his isolated home town.

Then, there were all the intimate moments they’d shared together. Looking around, Tyler could point out all the places and circumstances in which they’d made love. Those were among his most cherished memories. Leaving them behind, despite knowing a better apartment awaited him and Lindsey, was bittersweet.

“You always were the sentimental type,” Lindsey told him. “It’s just one of the many things I love about you.”

“Thanks,” he said, giving her waist an affectionate squeeze. “You’ve always helped me keep things in perspective, Lindsey. You help me keep my feet on the ground, my ego in check, and my heart beating strong.”

“You don’t always make it easy on me, but you’ve always made it worth the effort.”

“And I want to keep doing that. I want to move forward in my life…a life I want to share with you.”

“Damn it, Tyler. Now you’re making me sentimental for this place too,” she said.

“Why shouldn’t it be? This was, after all, the place in which I chose to share my life with someone. For the first time, in a space I could call me own, I opened my heart and my front door to someone. I had no idea what to expect…whether I was making a mistake or setting myself up for heartache. In the end, that choice and this place gave me something precious…something I’ll always treasure, no matter where we live from here on out.”

Tyler hadn’t expected to get so emotional while standing in an empty apartment. Now, Lindsey was getting worked up too, burying her face in his shoulders to hide any tears she might have shed. She never hid them very well, but that didn’t stop Tyler from holding her close, resting his chin on her shoulder and reflecting on their looming future.

“I want to share that life too,” Lindsey told him. “I’m not used to thinking beyond my next class, my next job, or even my next rent payment, but I want to entertain the possibilities, damn it!”

“Glad I could affect your thinking as much as you affected mine,” said Tylor with loving grin.

“And to think, it all started here…in this unremarkable dorm with sub-par plumbing.”

“I know. Amazing, isn’t it?”

They shared a good laugh, their shared appreciation of his first apartment growing with every fond memory. Knowing their things were packed and a long drive to their new home awaited them, added more weight to those memories. While he looked forward to making new memories with Lindsey in another home, he intended to cherish the ones he’d made with her thus far.

Together, they lingered near the corner of the empty living room. He kept embracing Lindsey for as long as she needed. She didn’t often get emotional, but when she did, she often needed a little extra intimacy and Tyler was more than happy to provide it. After all, the intimacy they’d shared within the surrounding walls helped forge the intimate connection they now cherished.

Then, when it seemed the emotional venting had passed, Lindsey snaked her arms around his neck and locked her gaze with his. In the process, he saw her eyes take on a new intensity.

“Tyler,” she said to him.

“Yes, Lindsey?” he asked.

“Do me,” she said intently.

Tyler blinked a few times in astonishment, not certain of what he’d just heard. However, the look in her eyes indicated that she was dead serious.

“Right here…in this room…up against the wall,” she said, each word echoing with seductive subtext. “Do me!”

“Is this your idea of making one last fond memory of this place?” Tyler asked her.

“Can it just be because I really love you and I’m really horny right now?”

“Either way works for me!”

With a loving grin and renewed energy, Tyler kissed his wonderful girlfriend on the lips and deepened their intimate embrace. He didn’t bother trying to surmise what inspired her to want sex in an empty apartment. If making love to her was to be their last act within such familiar walls, then Tyler was more than happy to make the most of it.

Their lips entwined and their hands eagerly roaming, Tyler led his lover up against the wall just next to the window. It was somewhat dirty, but that didn’t dissuade Lindsey in the slightest. She still jumped up into his arms, threw her legs around her waist, and began pulling at his shirt.

“Off! Get it off!” she urged.

Tyler gladly obliged, shifting his torso so that she could pull his shirt up off over his head. He returned the favor by taking her shirt off too. She didn’t even mind when he threw it across the room. Their clothes were already dusty and dirty from moving their stuff out into the truck. Getting out of them for a while had more appeal than usual.

“You worked up quite a sweat,” Lindsey commented upon feeling his bare chest.

“I did,” he admitted. “Care to help me work up another?”

She answered by kissing him again and pawing his chest, further stoking his. Since the air conditioner had been turned off, they had even more incentive to get undressed.

Lindsey got out ahead of him, pushing her bra-straps to the side of her shoulders before slipping it off with ease. While Tyler quickly refocused his attention on her exposed breasts, she released her grip on him with her legs so that she could remove her pants. Before he knew it, she was down to a pair of white panties.

“Your turn,” she whispered into his ear seductively.

Before he had a chance to really enjoy her breasts, Lindsey dropped to her knees and undid his belt buckle. As soon as he was unlocked, she pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his rapidly-growing manhood from its confines. Before he even stepped out of his sneakers, she grasped his hardened member with both hands.

“Right here, next to this window, is where I gave you your first blowjob,” she told him while stroking his shaft. “We were on the couch, watching the World Series.”

“I remember. God, I remember so well,” Tyler said, already breathless.

“I’ll make sure you remember this too.”

Always a woman of her word, Lyndsey put her oral sex skills to good use. She once bragged she could suck a dick as well as he could hit an inside fastball. At the time, it was a hell of a claim, but she once again proved herself.

With perfect blend of passion and lust, she sucked along his masculine flesh, her soft lips and slithering tongue stimulating every nerve. Tyler had to lean against the nearby wall just to stay upright, moaning intently as she drew him into a state of complete arousal.

“Damn, that feels good!” he gasped. “Almost as good as when we did it in the kitchen…up against the fridge.”

“Mmm…almost?” Lindsey said, briefly gazing up from his lower body.

“Just giving us a reason to make this time really count.”

“And it’s a damn good reason.”

Still flexing her intimate skills, Lindsey gave his shaft one last lick before rising back up to her feet. From there, Tyler took charge. She’d given him so many wonderful experiences in the apartment. He was determined to give her something extra special.

“Up against the wall,” he said in a deep, manly tone.

She looked back at him with a captivated glance, as though he’d just triggered the most intense arousal she’d ever experienced. Lindsey once told him that her biggest turn-on was a man who seized initiative during sex. Being an athlete and a competitor, Tyler was in a better position than most to get her feminine juices flowing.

Grabbing her waist with his powerful arms, he turned his half-naked girlfriend around so that she was up against the wall, just as he’d said. From there, he grasped the sides of her panties and pulled them off, rendering her fully naked and giving him a perfect view of her heart-shaped butt.

True to her kinks, she was very wet. He could feel the heat radiating from her inner thighs, longing for his loving touch. Never one to deny his lover, he positioned himself behind her and aligned his body with hers.

“One last time…in this apartment…together,” Tyler said intently.

“Together,” Lindsey repeated.

In a single thrust, he entered her, his rigid member penetrating her moist depths. They each let out a passionate gasp as her inner muscles tightened around his flesh, entwining their bodies and evoking a surge of intimate sensations.

After taking in that hot, sensual feeling, the aspiring athlete tightened his grip on her waist and began moving his hips in a rhythmic manner. Like two missing souls finding one another, their fleshly union inspired a harmonious dance of sorts. In a symphony of intimate gasps, Lindsey raked her nails down barren wall while he rocked her world with every motion. In between the grunts and moans, he leaned forward and whispered affectionate musings into his ear.

“Here…we fell in love,” he told her. “Here…we made it real.”

Lindsey let out an especially vocal gasp, turning her head and kissing his lips as their naked bodies moved in a heated vigor. In the empty apartment, the echoes were louder. The sounds of their flesh banging together filled the area with a unique ambience, as if the apartment were cheering them on for one last intimate romp.

Never one to disappoint a cheering crowd, Tyler stepped up his passionate efforts. He made love to Lindsey with greater fervor and focus, pressing her body against the wall even more, her breasts mashing up against the cold surface. As the sensations flowed through them, escalating with each successive motion of passion, it affirmed the memories they’d shared in the apartment. It also reminded Tyler why he fell in love with her.

“Lindsey…so much,” he gasped, “love you…so much.”

“Oohhh Tyler! I love you too!” she exclaimed. “Please…take me.”

Once again heeding her amorous cries, Tyler used his leverage over her to reorient their bodies. In a perfect coordination of passion, he briefly withdrew from her depths, turned her around, and pinned her up against the wall like he had done earlier before their clothes came off. Just like before, his lover jumped his bone, throwing her legs around his waist. His hands now firmly on her hips, he lowered her back onto his dick and resumed their heated lovemaking.

Now facing his love, seeing the affection and ecstasy in her eyes, he caressed her face while she clung to his shoulders. With their bodies still moving at a fervent pace, their bodies grinding up and down the wall, he kissed her as he made a concerted push for greater ecstasy. The loud echoes, combined with so many fond memories, helped raise the stakes. It wasn’t just about having a good hump with his girlfriend. It was a celebration of how far they’d come.

“Lindsey…I’m close,” he told her.

“Me too, Tyler. Me too!” she gasped.

Having come to know his lover’s intimate proclivities, he did what he needed to do to carry her to the brink. When she was close, she liked it slow and thorough so that his manhood penetrated extra deep into her depths. All the lovemaking they’d done in the apartment had made him adept at bringing Lindsey to orgasm. Taking her to that special threshold one last time within such a special place was extra satisfying.

“Oohhh yes!” Lindsey cried out upon reaching that plateau.

At that moment, he used the leverage afforded by the wall to fully support her, watching in awe as her expression contorted to the ecstasy that followed. It was a beautiful sight, seeing the woman he loved consumed with such bliss, feeling her body shudder under the weight of the pleasure.

As he admired such beauty, he let that same weight overtake him as well. With a few more targeted thrusts, he crossed that special threshold as well, achieving a powerful release that send hot ripples of pleasure coursing through his body. The echoes in the empty apartment all seemed to converge around them, as if to cap off the life they’d build together within such sturdy walls.

“We did it, Lindsey. We did it,” he said breathlessly.

“Yes…we did,” she said through her orgasmic daze.

He wasn’t sure if she was referring to their sex or to how far their love had come. It really didn’t matter at that point. As their naked bodies radiated in the afterglow of shared euphoria, he withdrew his flesh from her and captured her lips in another loving kiss. She remained against the wall, their naked bodies glistening with sweat in the midday sun.

They had officially left their mark. Between the sweat that now clung to the walls and the smell of their sex permeating the empty apartment, it was safe to say that they had forged one last fond memory in his first true home.

“I’m going to miss this place even more, now,” Tyler said to her.

“I am too…carpet stains and all,” Lindsey said.

“We’ll make our new place even better,” he said confidently, “hopefully, with fewer stains and plumbing problems.”

“I can’t wait,” his love said with a beaming smile, “but before we unpack our things, let’s make sure the walls are just as sturdy!”

The following is a sexy short story I wrote while taking a shower one day. A lot sexy thoughts tend to happen in the shower, depending on the kind of day you’ve had. This one was simply sexy enough to inspire a story. Enjoy!

“Late, restless, and sore,” sighed Trevor Zander as he pulled into his driveway, “so what else is new?”

It had been yet another long day at the office. Again, Trevor got caught up with work that someone else should’ve done. Again, he had to be the one who picked up the slack because nobody else would. It was becoming too common, him pulling extra weight when others couldn’t. It wasn’t fair, but someone had to do it and he had to set the example.

It wasn’t fair, but it was still his responsibility. Ever since Trevor quit his comfortable desk job at an insurance company, his work/life balance had been erratic, to say the least. Ever since finishing college, he’d strived to be more than just some paper-pusher at someone else’s company. He wanted to star this own business, build his own legacy, and achieve his own goals. That meant putting in extra money, time, and effort. He just had no idea it could be so draining.

As he turned off his car and stared at the small house he could barely afford, Trevor considered staying in the car for the rest of the night. His wife, Rachel, deserved better. It was almost midnight and he’d promised that morning he would be home for dinner. The worst part of his day, by far, was when he had to call her that afternoon to let her know he had to break that promise.

It wasn’t the first time he’d gone back on his word, but it had been happening way too often lately. He’d kept making the same excuses. Breaking one minor promise helped him keep a much bigger promise he’d made the day they got married.

He told Rachel at the altar that he would give her a better life. He was going to start the business he’d been planning for since high school. He was going to rise above the poverty that had held his family back for years. He was going to give her and their future children every possible advantage. While he didn’t regret making that promise, he wished he’d thought it through.

“I’m a man of my word. I always have been,” he said distantly. “So why does it feel like I’m failing the woman I love?”

He wanted to bang his head against the steering wheel, if only to punish himself for breaking another promise. It didn’t matter that it was minor. He said he’d be home for dinner and he wasn’t. A lie was a lie, no matter the scale.

Now, it was almost midnight. For all he knew, she was fast asleep and he wouldn’t have a chance to apologize again. That was reason enough to hit himself upside the head, but that wouldn’t have made him feel less crappy.

“No excuses,” Trevor muttered. “You can beat yourself up all you want. You’ll never bury the excuses.”

That was something his father told him. He’d died several years ago, broken and in debt after working himself to the bone at a construction site. He was the one who encouraged Trevor to make something more of himself. So far, he couldn’t say he’d failed, but he couldn’t say he was succeeding either. The best he could do was prepare himself for more hard work and more broken promises.

“I’m sorry, dad. I’m sorry, Rachel,” he said under his breath. “At some point, I need to make those words matter.”

Knowing he wasn’t going to achieve that goal anytime soon, Trevor sighed to himself again and got out of the car. The restlessness seemed to follow him as he entered his darkened house, the only light coming from the living room.

There, he found his beautiful wife lying on the couch, fast asleep with the TV remote still in her hand. She must have been waiting for him. She was wearing those old sweatpants and oversized T-shirt she always wore when she needed to relax. She usually tried to be up, no matter how late he got home. He didn’t hold it against her, but at least she never made a promise she couldn’t keep.

“Good night, my love,” he said. “At least one of us should get a peaceful night’s sleep. You deserve it.”

Casting her an affectionate smile, Trevor kissed her on the forehead before covering her with a light blanket. She barely stirred from his gentle touch. Being the heavy sleeper she was, he wasn’t worried about waking her.

Content to let his wife sleep peacefully, he made his way upstairs where he stripped out of his work clothes and made his way into the bathroom. He couldn’t keep his promise to be home in time for dinner, but he could still make it so he didn’t smell like copier ink in the morning. Having not had time to shower that morning, he needed something to help him relax, even if he didn’t deserve it.

“It’s got to get easier,” he said to himself as he waited for the water to warm up. “This can’t keep being the least stressful part of my day.”

His nerves still frayed and his mind still racing, Trevor entered the shower and began rinsing himself off. The hot torrent of water helped soothe some soreness he’d been feeling all afternoon, but that was the most he could hope for. He was too restless to sleep and he had another long day ahead of him tomorrow so chances were that harder days awaited him.

“This time, I won’t make promises I can’t keep,” Trevor told himself. “No more excuses…especially to the people I love.”

He kept telling himself that as he stood under the hot stream of water, letting it wash away the frustrations and rigors. He wasn’t sure if he would even try to sleep. Maybe he was better off just doing some work from home to get a head start on the next day, which already seemed so daunting.

As he contemplated that prospect, though, he heard the bathroom door open. Then, through the fogged up glass of the shower, he saw a familiar figure approach.

“Rachel?” Trevor called out. “Is that you?”

“Of course, my love,” replied that sweet, caring voice he knew so well. “Who else would be here for you this late?”

Before he could ask another question, the shower door opened. Sure enough, it was Rachel, wide awake and with a loving smile on her face. He was so taken aback that he almost forgot he was naked and looking right at her.

“Looks like you had another rough day,” Rachel said. “Hell, you’ve been having a lot of those lately. And I feel like I can do more to help.”

Then, that loving smile never leaving her face, she took off her clothes. Even though Trevor had even her naked many times before, watching the woman he loved strip was still a sight to behold. He was at such a loss for words that he barely moved when she entered the shower with him.

“Scoot,” she said. “There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

“I know,” said Trevor, “but…”

“No buts,” she said, silencing him with a finger to the lips. “I know it’s late. I know you’re overworked and over-stressed. That’s exactly why you need this…why we need this.”

Trevor wasn’t about to argue with a beautiful naked woman. He was more than happy to make some room for Rachel, who hadn’t been fast asleep after all. He was all too eager to enter her loving embrace, their naked bodies coming together in an almost desperate need for love and comfort. With the hot water still cascading down between them, he finally felt some semblance of relief.

“Are you going to at least let me say I’m sorry?” Trevor asked her as he held her in his powerful arms.

“You already did, remember?” Rachel reply.

“I know, but it’s worth saying again. I promised you I’d be home for dinner and I wasn’t. I keep trying to make time with you and things just keep getting in the way.”

“That’s bound to happen for someone trying to build his own business.”

“That’s not the point. What good is building something if you don’t even have a chance to share it? I’m not just doing this for me, remember? I’m doing this for us.”

“I know you are,” said Rachel, “and I love you for that. I also knew we were in for a lot of sleepless nights when I agreed to marry you…and I’m not just talking about our honeymoon.”

“Except that was sleepless for very different reasons,” he said with curt grin.

“But you’re not the only one who made big promises on our wedding day. I remember making a few of my own. And I’d like to keep one of them tonight while I have the chance.”

That sweet, caring tone in her voice made all stress from earlier melt away. Then, still standing in a naked wet embrace, she kissed him. It might have been the best possible remedy for such a long day. Tasting her lips while feeling her breasts press up against his chest was such a wonderful feeling. It helped remind him why he’d made such lofty promises to her in the first place.

For while, they just soaked it in, kissing and caressing one another under the steaming torrent of water. Rachel lovingly pawed his chest and back while he felt up her womanly curves, giving her butt some extra attention along the way. Despite all the stress he’d endured from a long day at work, his body still reacted to her sensual affections. He could already feel an arousal building between them.

Rachel must have felt it too because, as they kissed, her touching drifted down towards his lower body. Her hand soon made contact with his manhood, which was already semi-hard. Without saying another word, she broke the kiss and dropped to her knees.

“Rachel,” Trevor gasped as he felt his wife’s hand on his cock, “what are you doing?”

“Pleasing you,” was all she said.

That was all she needed to say. Still looking up at him with those loving eyes, she sensually licked her lips before taking his member into her mouth. It made his legs tremble, his knees almost buckling on the spot. Trevor had to hold onto the glossy walls of the shower for support, the sudden flood of sensations coursing through his body.

Rachel was skilled at a lot of things, but oral sex was one of her specialties. She knew just how he liked it, suckling his member with care and precision. She was so thorough, slithering her tongue along his manly length and squeezing the shaft with her firm grip. It was enough to divert the flow of blood in his body and refocus his thoughts on something other than work.

“Ooh Rachel!” Trevor moaned. “That’s just…what I need.”

That only encouraged her. With the water still falling around them, she sucked him harder, bobbing her head back and forth along his rigid length. Trevor soon found himself fully aroused and overwhelmed with desire. Looking at his wife, he no longer cared for broken promises or stressful nights. His only desire was to make love to her in the way she deserved.

“My love,” she said to him after giving his shaft one last lick, “I think you need something more.”

“So do you, my darling wife,” Trevor said with a grin, “so do you.”

Her eyes radiating a similar desire, she rose up from the shower floor. From there, Trevor took the initiative. Empowered with newfound passion and determined with renewed focus, he turned her around and pinned her up against the nearby wall so that her heart-shaped butt was pointed right at him. From there, lust and instinct took over.

Now positioned behind her, Trevor grabbed hold of her waist and aligned his rigid manhood with her wet entrance. He then delivered an intimate thrust, entering Rachel’s womanly depths. Gasps and moans quickly followed. Their flesh now united in a passionate harmony, they began moving together under the torrent of water.

“Oh Rachel!” Trevor moaned.

“Mmm…are you pleased, my love?” Rachel moaned in response.

“Ooh yeah!”

She’d really done it. Moments ago, he’d been so anxious and restless. Now, he’d joined her in a shared daze of passion. He honestly couldn’t imagine a better remedy for such a long day.

As their naked bodies moved to the steady pace of their lovemaking, he lovingly kissed down her neck, savoring the taste of her naked skin. Rachel loved having her neck teased. It always drove her wild during their intimate moments. It showed in the way she bucked her hips in accord with his every thrust, using the wall as leverage every step of the way.

As the intensity escalated, his hand found hers and their fingers interlocked. Rachel also turned her head at times so they could share a loving kiss, a gesture of love to balance an act of raw lust. It led to more heated movements. Aided by both intense arousal and the steamy environment of the shower, his manly flesh slithered effortlessly within her womanly depths. Just as she knew how to please him in his most stressful moments, he knew how to please her too.

“Rachel, I…I’m getting close,” Trevor whispered into her ear.

“Me too, Trevor. Me…too!” Rachel gasped. “Let’s…let’s do it together!”

“You please me. I please you. It’s only fair.”

It couldn’t have been more fitting, him returning the favor for her going out of her way. She was such a good woman. She deserved the best and Trevor was going to give it to her.

For the final push to ecstasy, he withdrew from her briefly and turned her around. He then pinned her up against the shower wall again, hitched her leg up over his arm, and entered her again. He made sure to be extra fervent with the pace of their lovemaking, locking eyes with his beautiful wife and caressing her face in preparation for the final moment. When it arrived, the look of joy on her face made every stressful day so worth it.

“Oohhhh Trevor!”

It was a sight to behold, his wife climaxing before his eyes. There was something extra special about it in the steamy ambiance of their shower. It made his own descent into ecstasy that much more satisfying.

In that moment, it all came together. She clung it him desperately as orgasmic bliss consumed her body. He held onto her as white hot pleasure surged through him, his manly flesh throbbing within her hot depths. A mixing of their juices coupled with intense sensations made for a harmonious culmination, one that felt as rewarding as keeping a promise.

“Trevor,” Rachel said, her face still awash with passion, “I still believe in you…in us.”

“Yeah…me too,” said Trevor breathlessly.

“You haven’t…broken your promises. You’re doing…your part. I want to do mine too.”

“You are, Rachel,” he said with a wide grin. “You most certainly are. And I won’t forget that again. I promise.”