William x Clara/Mrs. Afton

Rough

William was doing the laundry in his and his wife's bedroom, the light was off but the small lamp on the bedside next to the table was on, he was planning onto going to sleep right after finishing. Taking the clothes from the basket and putting it in the closet was his least favourite chore, when Clara walked in.

"Hi sweetie." She spoke and closed the door behind her, coming up to William, kissing him on the lips.

"You're in a mood." He broke the kiss, cupping her face with his hands and smiling at her.

"Yeah... In a mood for, y'know what..."

"Mhm." He started kissing her face, placing his hands on the back of her neck.

" I was thinking... Doggy." William instantly pulled away and raised an eyebrow, his smile fading away.

"Doggy?! Clara, sweetie, you know what I think about that. It's weird for Christ's sake's!"

"Well... It's not our first time doing doggy." She put her hands on his chest.

"I know, I know. Fine, but you owe me."

"Thank youuu." She smiled at him and pulled him into a kiss.

William ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her tenderly. If he was being honest, only reason he agreed is to satisfy her. Yes, he absolutely loved sex, probably more than his job, but never saw himself as much of a doggy fan, unlike Clara, she wasn't the biggest fan, but she always loved doing different things.Clara pulled away and started taking off her clothes, William doing the same.

Once they were completely naked, Clara got into a doggy pose, her back facing William and her facing the wall. William got on his knees, his member right in front of her, hard and waiting to get used. He realised they didn't have a lube so he spat on his hand and stroked his cock.

William put a hand on her back, entering her, both of them letting out a groan. He grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out slowly, not wanting to hurt Clara.

"Will, you're being too slow and gentle. I want it rough." She spoke, panting a little.

"Really, is that so?" William moved to her ear and spoke in it, Clara feeling his hot breath. "What else do you like?" His gentle tone, turning into a deeper, lustful one.

"That's it." She panted between her words.

"Mhm... You don't want me to leave a mark on you? For people to know you're mine?" He was moving in and out, his hips going forward and backward.

"I- I do." She responded, lowering her head and feeling William pull her hair on the opposite side of where his face was, the other arm around her waist.

"Look at me if you're telling the truth." William bit onto her temple, sinking his teeth deep.

"I mean it." She popped her head up and turned to him, but he pulled her hair so she was facing the bed frame. "How am I supposed to look at you when you're restricting me from it?"
"So now you wanna back talk?" He spoke into her skin, continuing to bite at it.

"No, but-"

"No? So what, are you calling me deaf?" He moved to her neck, biting it.

William started thrusting in and out harder than before. The arm that was around her waist he lowered it to her vagina and inserted two fingers in. The hand pulling onto her hair he put the index and middle finger into her mouth.

"Still not rough enough." She spoke moaning with muffled words due to her husband's fingers in her mouth.

"Patience my love." Clara panted and started moving her hips to the rhythm of his. "Really? Are you seriously this impatient?" He took his fingers out of her clit and mouth.