Temptations: sexual corpanga one-shots

Workouts

The brunette had just gotten home from her workout, usually she attended these things occasionally before dinner. As it was a Friday night, Riley was off with Maya doing hell knows what and Auggie was with his grandparents. Coincidentally that left Cory and Topnga home alone.

Earlier in the day Topanga had planned the couple go out to dinner, to rekindle the romance in their lives. Lately it had been quite a dry spell in their "love" life. It wasn't that they didn't love each other, which of course they did. It was more of not having any motivation to be romantic. Neither had any inspiration to kick up the volume.

Cory was currently settled at the desk in their bedroom, grading countless amounts of papers and shit he really didn't want to bother with tonight, yet he knew if he wouldn't have started he really never would have. His fingers were grasping his thick curls against his head, not even noticing his wife walk in.

"Hey!" She panted, causing the man to swiftly turn his head toward her. His eyes immediately focused on her glistening body, taking note of her toned abs and just how big her breasts really were in that sports bra. Cory seemed almost in a trance as he gazed at her body.

"Hi." He replied, licking his lower lip as his gorgeous wife took her hair out of the pony tail it was currently in. She ran her hand through those thick locks of hers, biting her lower lip as she sat the pony tail holder on the dresser. The brunette looked up, noticing her husband staring. A tiny smirk appeared against her cheeks, biting her lower lip as she moved closer toward him.

She folded her arms over her chest. "May I help you with something?" Topanga questioned, curling her toes inside of her Nikes. Cory's head quickly shook, focusing his eyes up to her own.

"O-Oh me? Nothing, nothing at all." He gave her a smile, placing a hand on her thigh as he rubbed it a little. Topanga's eyes narrowed to he man, watching his actions. The woman nodded slowly,
Pulling his hand back into his lap again.

"Alright, well I'm going to get cleaned up for our dinner date I suppose." She cooed, grasping the hem of her sports bra. Cory gave a slight nod and slowly craned his neck away from her, trying to focus back on those papers he needed to grade, yet he couldn't. Why was the image of his wife being naked the only thing he could even process? He hadn't even thought about being sexual with her in months. What was so different now?

The woman has torn her bra off, throwing it to the bed as her hands grasped her breasts. She let out a small groan, rubbing her sore buds with her thumb at a rough pace. Cory anxiously began to tap his finger against the desk, trying to keep his eyes focused down on the papers, not his wife's nipples.

Topanga wasn't even trying to be sexual, her buds tended to become sore after a workout. The woman tilted her head back slowly, letting out small groans and sighs. The curly haired man tried not to focus up on Topanga, yet it seemed almost impossible to do so with those noises being released from her mouth.

"Oh just fuck it." The man thought to himself, quickly shifting his gaze to his wife. The sight was extremely intoxicating, watching her touch and feel herself in front of him was quite arousing. His tongue glided across his bottom him, right before his teeth sank into it as well.

He couldn't be sure if it was the sweat glistening on her body, or the fact she was half naked that turned him on more. Usually when sex was being performed by both partners, Topanga tended to have a full face of make up on, smelling of vanilla and roses while her hair in perfect curls.

Of course it turned Cory on, but this almost seemed better. She seemed so perfect in a natural setting. He couldn't help but feel himself get hard by just looking at her. Maybe this was it; the one thing that could get them back into the swing of things. Not some lame ass dinner where they talk about their feelings. No this, something that required no talking whatsoever.