The Sympathy Screw | 18+

Chapter 1 - Celebration in Love

Author's Note:

From today on, my goal is that every chapter will have a theme song, if I can come up with one for it (recommendations welcome if I can't). 

This chapter's theme song is:

Head Over Heels     by     Switchfoot

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As I heard his keys at the front door, I sat on the bed in my new royal purple satin chemise, leaning back against the pillows and adjusting my hair that I'd perfectly curled over one shoulder, waiting patiently for Andrew to come into our bedroom. He had taken longer at the gym than I had hoped, but I'd used the time to prep everything 'just so' for when he arrived. All around the room, I'd lit candles and there was a bottle of chilled sparkling wine and two glasses on the end table beside the bed. I was anxious for him to see the surprise waiting for him.

"Violet!" my husband of two years called out, "Vi, are you home?"

"In our room, honey!" I called back, pushing down the blankets to show my smooth, toned legs.

When Andrew opened the door, he let out a rush of breath. In a whispering rasp, he said, "Vi! That's about the sexiest thing I've ever seen you wear that wasn't just 'naked'."

Looking at Andrew, I could hardly believe he was mine. With his eyes so brown that they were nearly black, his bright auburn hair, his square jaw, and his tight muscles everywhere, he could have been a model. I'd never seen a more attractive man in my entire life. I wanted to laugh at his comment, but instead I untied the bow at my cleavage, widening the neckline to give him a better glimpse of my breasts. "Would you rather I was naked?" I asked.

With a groan, Andrew replied, "I'd rather I was inside you right now."

"You could get over here and make that happen," I breathed.

Without a moment's hesitation, Andrew leaned forward on the bed and his lips met mine. I felt a moment of ignition as I breathed his breath and gasped at his heat. I let my legs fall wide and he settled between them. I was already drenched for him, anxious to have him even closer.

One of his hands swept around my lower back while the other went to my breast. I would never get tired of the feeling of his hands on my body.

"What's the occasion, Vi?" he murmured against my skin as he kissed along my jaw.

"I got that big promotion, Andrew! I know it's selfish, but I'm so happy! We can finally afford to move into a larger house, like we talked about."

A little more than a month before, one of my coworkers by the name of Bob had an unexpected heart attack and died at the age of sixty-one. He had lived a full life, but I still felt guilty taking joy in his passing. His family was devastated by his loss.

Andrew tugged down my strap, exposing my skin, and planted gentle open-mouthed kisses on my cleavage. His thumb was running over my nipple through the smooth fabric and tugging the cup down further.

"Babe," Andrew reasoned, still kissing and nibbling at my décolletage and stroking my nipple with his thumb, "it's not your fault he died. You earned this promotion. You deserve it and I'm proud of you, Violet. You deserve to celebrate this. We deserve to celebrate this. And, Vi, I've never wanted my beautiful wife so badly since our honeymoon, so don't let me wait any longer."

I panted as my hands began pulling the hem of the back of his dri-fit shirt, getting it up and over his shoulder blades. When Andrew pulled back, I whipped the shirt off over his head, leaving his chest exposed to me. My fingertips ran over the taut skin of his shoulders and the firm, powerful muscles.

Andrew let out a groan. "Babe, you know I love it when you do that."

I smirked as he looked up at me. "Of course, I know. Why do you think I keep doing it?"

Andrew pulled back and pulled his shorts and boxers down all in one move, grabbing his socks on the way down. His erection was standing proud before me against his solid abs.

As much as I wanted him, I wanted this to be special; a real celebration.  Even in the midst of all the grief and sadness of Bob's passing, there was something good happening, complete with wine, a little bit of romance, and good food.  I had planned to make a special dinner for Andrew later on and had bought some steaks to cook for him.  I wanted us to enjoy every second of tonight.

"But, honey, the wine," I told him, motioning to the end table.

"Vi," he looked me sternly in the eye. "Listen very carefully, babe:  Fuck. The. Wine.  I want you.  Now."

He tugged my strap down to my elbow, exposing my breast completely, and took my nipple into his mouth, laving the hardened peak with his tongue. I clutched at his shoulders as his free hand slid up my inner thigh.

"No panties," he chuckled as his fingers met my wet and waiting center, "This just keeps getting better and better."

As his fingers teased at my soaked and hardened nub, I reached for his cock, stroking it gently as I pulled it closer to my core. "I want you now, Andrew."

He gave me that panty-dropping smile and said, "I thought you'd never ask."

Andrew pushed the hem of my chemise up to my waist and moved his hands under both of my thighs, using them as leverage to push himself fully into my body. The feeling of being joined to him was like nothing in this world, knowing that connection extended beyond the physical. That feeling of being filled by him was more physical pleasure than I knew what to do with, sure, but it was more than that. It was like our hearts beat together at the same rhythm, joined in one beat.

I moaned my aroused excitement as Andrew picked up his rhythm and moved inside me. Everything in me tightened, already ready for release. He was in so deep, pushing so hard. Andrew pulled my thighs harder, guiding my own movements towards him as he frantically bucked his hips into me.

I clenched my inner muscles around him as he thrust, feeling myself almost come undone.

"Vi," he rasped out, panting and heaving as he pounded into me, "I can feel you want to. Let go, baby."

Andrew knew exactly how to push me over the edge. As soon as I came crashing around him, screaming out his name, I could feel Andrew joining me in his own climax.

"Yes! Andrew! Yes!" I gasped as he gave one final thrust and collapsed on top of me, pulling back and burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"I love you so much, Andrew," I told him, kissing his cheek and stroking his sweat-soaked back.

"I love you too, Vi. Until the day I die."