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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
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Willow had been so wound up lately, I believe it's a combination of the wedding, the court cases coming up and not having sex as often as she'd like, we are both too exhausted when the day ends.
So I decided to have a lazy day whilst she was out, I'm going to worship her body, relax her mind, and do my best to cheer her up.
I sit on the bottom of the stairs, resting my elbows on my knees as my fingers tap on my chin, it's been hours, where the fuck is she?
I soon hear a car pull up out the front and stand up immediately, she's home, fucking finally.
She looks so.. drained walking in, my poor angel.
She looks at me a soft smile graces her lips, I say nothing, only holding onto her hand as I lead her upstairs to our room. Opening the door for her she walks in dropping her phone onto the dresser before turning to me. Even though it was winter and snowing, she wore a soft silk dress under her thick winter coat.
I walk to her and kiss her forehead before I quietly tell her to undress for me.
I sit on the edge of the bed to watch her, when her dress is at her feet on the floor and her breasts have emerged from her lacy bra, I stop her.
"Leave your panties on," I say looking over her body, "Come here."
"Safeword angel?" I ask as usual, "Mercy sir" Her voice comes out small and vulnerable.
She stands before me as I'm still seated on the bed, i lean forward until my forehead rests against her warm skin taking a deep breath to smell her perfume lingering,
My forehead sits just beneath her breasts. my hands rest lightly on her hips as I begin to kiss the skin of her belly, softly, thoughtfully, I know she doesn't like how it has changed over time, but she is ever so slowly growing more and more confident in it.
My hands begin to roam over her body; her ribcage, her lovely smooth arms, the small of her back, the backs of her thick thighs, her calves, the cheeks of her ass through her panties.
There is a trembling in her tonight. It seems born of many things: excitement, anticipation, but also sadness, what's made you sad pretty girl?
My hands come back to rest on her hips and I look up at her. "Lie across my lap," I say as softly as possible, I'm going to figure out what has upset her over the past few weeks.
She does so, carefully lowering her body over me, I begin to caress her again, more firmly this time, squeezing her ass through her panties, squeezing her thighs, I let my fingers move up to cup her drenched pussy, so wet, always so wet.
