"Babe? I'm back from Maggie's."
You called out as you tugged off your sweatshirt and slipped out of your nike shoes. You had spent the morning at your pregnant sister's house, trying to help her decorate your new niece's room. Your husband, in a tight gray shirt and some black shorts came down the stairs with a huge grin on his face.
"Hola Mamãe."
He muttered as he slipped both strong hands around you and his lips pressed to yours.
You were pleasantly surprised at your husbands actions but managed to mutter between sweet kisses. "Amor Where Are? The Kids?"
Oscar pulled away and lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. "They're at my parents' for the weekend. I wanted us to have a little time alone. It's been a while." His eyes were an even darker, lustful shade of brown.
You leaned in and pecked his nose, swiftly replying: "Upstairs."
Oscar carried you upstairs and kicked the door closed behind him. He laid you down on the bed and smiled as he leaned in to press his lips to your neck: "It's been a while." You grasped his shirt and moaned: "I'm sorry."
He pulled away and stared at you for a second: "Don't be..."
His fingers hooked into your yoga pants, pulling them down your hips and revealing your lace panties. He slipped his shirt off and muttered: "It makes me want to make love to you more than ever."
Oscar's fingers slipped up your shirt revealing all that you had been constantly working out for after having two kids, you looked fit. He rolled onto his back and grabbed your thighs, his hands slipping to your bum. Pulling your panties off. He set you down so you straddled his shoulders.
You gripped the headboard and gasped as he sucked on your clit wildly. It was nice feeling his tongue move against you.
It had only been a month, but it felt like forever.
Oscar and yourself had tried to make time for your intimacy but with: Julia and Alex's homework, sports, taking care of your youngest son Jordan and Oscar's training and away matches.
It was very difficult, you still managed to fit in a few quickies but you missed making love to him. Your hips moved moved against him a little, causing some friction. He groaned and gripped your bum gently lifting you up...
Oscar took a deep breath and leaned in pressing his lips to yours. He slipped both hands onto your waist and muttered breathlessly in a thick accent: "Fuck, you look sexy on top."
Your hands gripped his chest as you sat up and slowly began to lower yourself down onto his erection. Just as you were about to slip his tip in you decided to be a little tease. You slipped a hand around him, much to his dismay and rubbed him against you.
"Tell Me You Want Me."
He grunted in distress and muttered: "Amor. Please, I fucking need you." You slowly lowered yourself down, causing groans to escape his lips as you winced in pain: "Fuck, it hurts."
Oscar's hips pressed to yours as you gripped his chest in pain. He sat up and pulled you closer to him, your legs wrapped around his waist tightly. He glanced down at you with an concerned facial expression. His fingers slipping onto your jaw. You looked up at Oscar and he quickly reminded you:"If you want me to stop, just tell me. I know it's going to hurt."
You nodded your head in agreement and wrapped both arms around his waist. Your fingers slowly moving up and down his sides. Oscar leaned in
pressing his lips to yours gently as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. You gripped his back and bit down hard on your lower lip. Oscar's hands slipped onto your thighs, he moved a little quicker and watched as you winced in pain. Your hands slipped up to his shoulders. Oscar was about to stop and pull out, not wanting to hurt you. But your sudden moans reassured him, you gripped his back and swiveled your hips contrary to his. Oscar groaned and bit his lower lip. He muttered sweetly: "I missed this."
You gripped the back of his dark hair and moaned as your back arched, his hands holding you close to him as your head fell back in pleasure. Your lips trembled as he leaned in pressing his lips to your neck sweetly. You moaned in pleasure as he Tenderly began kissing at your skin, as you both rode out your orgasms.
Oscar laid next to you, you slipped on his gray shirt as he pulled on his briefs. You slipped a leg around his waist as he leaned in pressing his lips to your neck, his hands slipping around you.
"You're. too. sexy."
He muttered in a rough Portuguese accent. You bit down on your lower lip and giggled:
"I love your accent. It's so..sexy. & thank you it's nice to know you still find me sexy."
You leaned in and pressed your lips to his nose, slipping your fingers into his hair. He slipped a warm hand onto your cheek and gave you a concerned look.
"Why wouldn't I find you sexy?"
You bit down on your lower lip nervously and replied: "I don't feel that way.
"But you are. Trust me, not just because your naked right now but also because even after giving me two wonderful boys and helping me raise Julia you still manage to be an amazing wife and pack me lunch." You giggled letting your head fall back a little: "You're never going to get over the fact that I pack you lunch, are you?
"Never."
