Fifty Shades of Ant and Dec🤤

Chapter 4

Me and Ant were on a double date with Stephen and Emma, we had a good laugh but I couldn't wait to be home, to feel the hands of my husband on me, roaming all over my body. All evening I dreamed about being alone with him again.

We returned and Ant grabbed my hand, dragging me upstairs.

"Turn around" he growled deeply, stepping back as I obeyed.

My heart was thumping, desire coursing through my blood and settling dark and yearning low, low in my belly and my manhood. He placed his index finger at the nape of my neck and achingly slowly dragged it down my spine. His fingernail gently grazed down my back.

"I like this jumper," he murmured. "Shows your perfect fit body."

His finger reached the middle of the jumper and slipped his hands around my hips,  he pulled me closer so that I had to step back against him. I felt him flush against my body. Leaning down, he inhaled my hair.

"You smell so good, Decs. So sweet." His nose skimmed past my ear down my neck, and he trailed soft, feather light kisses along my shoulder.

My breathing changed, became shallow, rushed, full of expectation. His fingers were at the hem of my jumper. Achingly slow, his fingers slipped under the fabric, touching my warm skin, while his lips moved, licking and kissing and sucking their way across to my other shoulder. He was so tantalizingly good at this. My body resonated, and I started to squirm languidly beneath his touch.

"You. Are. Going. To. Have. To. Learn. To. Keep. Still," he whispered, kissing me around my nape between each word.

His hands quickly removed my jumper from my body, throwing it to the ground.

He reached around to my nipples, they instantly hardened at the touch of his cold fingers. 

"Lift your arms and put them around my head," he murmured against my neck.

I obeyed immediately, his fingers twitched and twisted my harden nipples, and I rolled my head to one side to give him easier access to my neck.

"Mmm... " he murmured into that space behind my ear, as he started to extend my nipples with his long fingers, mirroring my hands in his hair.

I groaned as the sensation made my dick twitch and throb in my tight jeans.

"Shall I make you come this way?" he whispered.

I arched my back and pressed my bum into him, feeling his already hardened  member in Ants trousers.

"You like this, don't you, baby boy?"

"Mmm... "

"Tell me." He continued the slow sensuous torture, pulling gently.

"Yes."

"Yes, what."

"Yes... Sir."

"Good boy." He pinched me hard, my boxers soaked with the amount of pre-cum leaking from my tip.

I gasped at the exquisite, acute, pleasure and pain. I felt him against me. I moaned and my hands clench in his hair pulling harder.

"I don't think you're ready to come yet," he whispered, stopping his hands, and he gently bit my earlobe and tugged at it. "And besides I saw that you ate the last yogurt" I stopped and suppressed to laugh, how could he  be so hot, so dominant but then seconds later he is just my cheeky husband.

"So perhaps I won't let you come after all." He returned the attention of his fingers to my nipples pulling, twisting, kneading. I grind my behind against him... moving side to side.