Professionally Perfect

Chapter 27

Kimberly.

Robert had been in the mood all day and it was starting to piss me off. We agreed on having a child of our own after a long conversation about it. I wanted to make sure Robert was serious and didn't just get caught up in the idea, completely disregarding how serious of a decision having a child truly is.

He said he was sure. We discussed it for hours on end, then when we knew we were one-hundred percent sure I went to the doctors to have my implant removed. Ever since Robert had been like a cat in heat. Who knew the idea of having a baby with your wife could make you so goddamn horny all the bastard time.

I woke up this morning with a hard-on pressed against my ass, and a hand on my boob, but we did nothing to fix his situation. Which I slightly regretted since not even twenty minutes later I felt it against me again. I was making breakfast when he came up behind me and practically wrapped himself around me like a monkey.

Even while the both of us were food shopping a few hours ago, I accidentally dropped a box of cereal and bent down to pick it up only to have Robert smack my ass in public. I almost turned as red as the tomatoes in the basket.

He's lucky I didn't snap the thing off.

We cleaned our bedroom, put the shopping away and then cooked dinner together before Robert went to take a shower. I threw myself down on the couch, blowing out a long breath and switched on the television.

It wasn't that I disliked Robert wanting me, believe me, but when I have things to do it gets on my nerves. Sometimes it's like I'm dating a teenage boy. I just wanted five minutes to myself without the sex animal trying to get me into bed.

But Robert always did take quick showers.

The thud of my husband's footsteps hitting the wooden stairs told me I had finished with my alone time. I could ask him for some space - of course I could - but I didn't even want to be without him, just sometimes I think I'd enjoy throat-punching him.

Just a little.

I love him, honestly, I do.

As I checked the time on my phone - Nine at night - I felt water droplets running off Robert's hair and dripping down onto my shoulder. He rested up against me, shirtless, only wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms. I wrapped an arm around him so he could get closer. He nuzzled his head into my chest using my tits as a pillow. I rolled my eyes with a grin.

"How was your shower?"

"It was okay." He mumbled. The both of us were silent for a little, both of us paying the TV our full attention. "You have very nice tits if I haven't told you lately."

"You told me this morning, Robert." His fingers played with the hem of my top until one hand slipped under. I pretended to not notice.

"Good." One of his hands rested over my boob, occasionally pinching my nipple. A shy attempt to catch my attention after I turned him down so many times earlier that day.

He continued for at least five minutes but I continued to pretend I didn't notice.

That was until he looked up at me and said, "Come to bed with me?" And although I knew if we went upstairs we wouldn't be sleeping, I frantically nodded my head.

He was quick to get to his feet. Throwing me over his shoulder, he hurried up the staircase. All his shyness had now disappeared. We reached the bedroom in what felt like seconds and he threw me down on the bed. His hands wrapped around my ankles, pulling me down to the edge of the bed. He lent down, lightly kissing my thighs. "I can't wait to have my cum dripping out of you."