Sweet Obsession

“No, leave it.” I stopped her when she opened her mouth to turn off the holiday music she had piping through the house.

“How was your day, my love?” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my chest for a hug and a kiss. Is my heart always supposed to beat this erratically whenever I take her in my arms? If so, how’s a man supposed to survive it?

“Did you like your surprise?” The smile that broke out across her face was all the answer I needed.

“Love it! And after dinner, I’ll show you how much.”

She ran the back of her fingers across my dick, catching the head and awakening the snake.

“Bad girl!” I stole a kiss that lingered before tapping her on the ass and pulling away. “What’re we having?”

“Prime rib, asparagus spears, and baby potatoes, oh, and I made your favorite praline cheesecake, but it’s not quite cool yet.” She wrinkled her nose in the most adorable way.

“Mmm, it all smells delicious, baby; I’ll be right back; let me go freshen up unless you need help with anything.”

“Run along, I’m fine. Dinner should be ready by the time you’re done.”

All during dinner, she was jumpy as hell and bursting with excitement, which made me grin throughout the meal. Happiness, that's what I felt sitting at the table in my dining room. It was such an odd feeling to realize that I’d never had that before, not like this. Her laughter, her smile, everything about her touched me in places I never knew existed.

I could still see some of the young lady I’d sent off to college in her, but more and more each day, she was becoming someone new. A vibrant, self-assured woman who knew she was loved. I’ve been spending enough time trying to make it happen, at least.

Each night before we go to bed, I never forget to tell her how much I love her after I’d shown her, of course. And each day before I leave, we spend at least five minutes in the doorway saying bye to each other. These days I have to keep wipes in my car, or I’d forget to wash off the pussy smell on my fingers from fingering her in the doorway before I get to the office. Damn exhibitionist.

“Are you finished eating, husband?”

“Yes, thank you, wife.” I smiled around my napkin at her, wondering what impishness she was up to. I got up and helped her clear the table and stacked the dishes even, all the while wishing she’d let me call the staff back to take care of her.

When we were done, she took my hand and led me back upstairs. “Ah, I see, you fed me to fuck me.”

“You have to pay for supper somehow, kind sir.” Uh-oh, what game is this now? She’s full of them. Games and surprises.

I let her undress me as she prattled on about how great her new ride was. I didn’t dare crack a smile or remind her that I tried to buy her a decent car three years ago, and she refused me. She should know I always get my way. I stood in front of her naked as she slowly peeled off her clothes. No wonder she didn’t want my help. She plans on slowly torturing me to death.

She took her sweet time pulling the sweater off over her head, then removing the silk camisole underneath before tackling her slacks. She stood before me dressed only in a half-cut strapless bra that barely held her tits and a thong that matched with her pink toes with white and yellow daisies painted on them.

As soon as she took the last stitch off, my cock was on hard. I stroked it while she walked across the room to me after picking up my clothes and hers and laying them on the chair in front of the fireplace. “Lay down!” Her voice was husky bold, maybe from the heated look I gave her.

“What, no oil?”

“No, I have something much better in mind.”

The little jewel in her belly jingled and drew my eye. She’d changed her navel ring to jingle bells that dinged each time she moved.

I wasn’t sure what she was after when she got into bed by crawling in at my feet and made her way up between my thighs. Oh shit, is she…. My naughty girl gripped my shaft that was already starting to leak precum in her hand and looked into my eyes while bringing my cock to her lips. She stuck her tongue out and licked just the tip.

I might have whimpered; I’m not sure. But the way she held my cock in her warm hand and ran her tongue up and down my shaft had me jumping in her mouth and hand. And then she did something I never expected, not from her. She took my cock into her mouth and licked around the head with her tongue, making me see stars, but then she moved her head down, down, down, and I laid back and watched in utter shock as she swallowed me whole.