Fleetwood Mac-Part III of Fritz Series

Wild At Heart

***A/N sexual content***

"Mmmmmmmhmmm...you're in a good mood" nuzzling Stevie's bare neck I inhale the scent of her skin, the soft smell of her shampoo doing wicked things to me "I'm fifty million in debt, we're living on the edge. Like outlaws. It's sexy" she laughs as I move her curls aside kissing around the silver chain adorning her skin "Well it might feel exciting now, talk to me after the first year of this tour from hell is over" my fingers skim over her slim waist bunching the material of her sundress in my hands. Gently, the fabric moves over her thighs until her legs are bare beneath my questing hands "Let's go upstairs" her voice whispers from her like a ghost my lips hot on her collar "mmmm mmmm, want you right here" her panties follow a reverse path down her legs.

"The kids-"

"Are with Jeff and Robin at the park" my hand moves between her parted thighs both of us gasping when I gently cup her apex. "Lindsey" leaning back Stevie runs her fingers through my hair pulling my face to hers for a kiss. Like fire and gasoline the flame of passion between us sparks then spreads wildly, blindly she reaches back rubbing the ridge of my cock through the fabric of my jeans "Are you asking me for a quickie Mr. Buckingham?" moaning I thrust into her palm "We don't have to be quick, and since we're alone we don't have to be quiet either" giggling she bumps her backside into my front.

My teeth sink into her shoulder briefly before I lift her off her feet and away from the picture window by the back door, I hear nails clack across the floor as Ginny skirts out of the way. Placing my wife on the counter I take her lips again as her fingers make quick work of the buttons of my shirt, she moans pushing me back "What about Ginny?" when I look down two huge brown eyes stare right back at me "Ginny go hide your eyes" she turns running into the living room and to her basket.

Stevie pulls me back for another kiss "I still can't believe you taught her that, or that she remembers after so long" my hands roll the straps of her dress down her bare arms "I was a horny teenager with performance anxiety and your room had limited space. I'm not an exhibitionist even if she is a dog" she laughs again sighing when my lips wrap around one of her breasts. It's warm outside, sunny, a beautiful day by every objective standard. The kind of day that I always pictured I'd spend at home in bed making love to my wife, while the world turns outside.

And we've spent many days like this, hours lost to each other as we touched and explored. Kissed and caressed. Her sweet sounds and breathy words of love stoking the heat of passion in my blood. So many declarations of love and longing passing between us, a barrier being formed between us and the outside world. I've taken her in practically every room in the house and my studio "Lindsey-oh-mmmm" kissing down her body I fall to my knees pressing my mouth to her legs until I reach the joint o her inner thigh.

I unzip my jeans lowering them until my cock is free for me to grip in one hand. I don't need much help getting hard, in a few strokes I'm ready "Stevie-fuck I wanna taste you" shifting she moves until she's at the very edge of the cabinet her legs falling on my shoulders. Moaning she tugs the back of my hair so that my lips are at the seam of her soft pink folds "Yes baby" circling the first finger of my hand over her clit I watch as the pearl of moisture there spreads with each gentle rotation. It hardens, slick arousal leaves a visible sheen to her.

"Steph" It's all I can do to keep my voice from cracking with desire, drawn to her I press a kiss where my finger used to be, she jerks then cries out. I open my mouth flattening my tongue over her, using the tip to circle her clit. I start a rhythm teasing her, limiting my pressure when she gets too close to climax then building her up again "Love you, I love you Linds" my mouth leaves her for a moment, just enough time to lap at the sweetness her body's left on my face. I haven't shaved in a few days, my own experiment with so called "designer" stubble sprouting in a cultivated pattern.