I remember picking out this lingerie. Eighty quid, La Senza; I’d splashed out, just for this, and even though I knew I was the sexiest I’d looked in years, I was agonising like a virgin on a third date.
‘Make sure it shows off your…’ James had gestured, embarrassed. ‘Assets.’
It certainly did. I wasted so much time checking myself out in the mirror in the morning I forgot to think what would happen if I forgot to take them off before going to work. A mistake that led to my having to cross my legs the whole day in case the kids saw Miss wearing crotchless panties. Will they smell now? Probably not, it’s freezing out and there was minimal pussy-to-fabric contact. Would he prefer it if they smelled a little?
The door opens and shuts downstairs, and I snap back to my pose. On my back, propped up on an elbow, one leg over the other, ass towards the door, all ready for me to roll that leg over so they were open wide for him. The mood lighting is perfect.
James opens the bedroom door, in his uniform, as per my request, and I can see his eyes widen, just a little, at the lingerie. Thank God. We lock eyes, and I roll my leg. The self-consciousness I felt when I was practising the move is still here, but maybe gently lessened by the darker lighting. James opens his mouth, and it’s a deeper, slower voice than I’m used to.
‘I hear you’ve been a bad girl.’
I can’t help it, I smirk, and a pained expression flashes across his face. He composes himself and starts again, and I smirk again.
‘I swear to God,’ he says angrily – it’s his police voice, the one I’ve heard him using when I’ve visited him at work and someone’s messed up, or when our kids are acting out and he’s chastising them. He puts his face just in from of mine and growls.
‘You wanted this.’
Well, he’s not wrong. Also, yep.
I try to kiss him, he holds me back by my hair, grip close to the scalp, (like he knows I like), but it kills me, because he’s doing this for me, and I’m really trying to reach his lips but he’s overpowering me and I’m really hating that home gym he put downstairs a month ago right now.
James leans up, kisses my head, and touches my chest through my bra so softly, before snapping back to his job. He mauls my chest with his hand, bites my ear, then wraps his arms around me and lifts me up completely, so he’s sitting up on the bed, and I’m over his lap, ass pointed up to make a really erotic tepee. I hate the home gym a little less now. The tepee quickly leaves my mind.
His hand cracks against my ass, and I gasp, because, like always, it hurts way more than expected. ‘You’ve been very naughty,’ he says, and I laugh, quickly and deliberately loudly.
He brings his hand down even harder on my other cheek, and that hurts even more. A rhythm starts to get built up, alternating cheeks, his blows getting softer to counteract how sore my ass is getting, and I start moaning, loudly, because that’s what I’m doing for him. The spanking stops and a finger brushes my ass so gently, and I push back to feel his hand, and he hits me again, softer, but all the more painful for the deceit, the sly bastard.
The finger returns, and I push back again, and this time it’s not dishonest. He slips the finger down to my thigh, then up, slowly and he leans down and pecks me, cutely, sweetly, on my burning ass.
He lifts me up, flips me onto my front (there’s that home gym again), kisses me there, beautifully, and then rests his tongue flat against my pussy.
I moan in approval, and he starts moving his whole mouth, tongue with it, up and down. The sides of the crotchless panties are getting in the way, so he pulls them off and throws them on the floor. Maybe ten percent of me feels a little indignant, and then that ten percent decides it doesn’t really care and pushes James’ head into my pussy. The head movement stops and the licking starts. A finger slides into me, which is way earlier than normal in our established oral routine but I’m hot to the point where such an acceleration is welcome and actively invited. Suddenly he remembers what we’re doing, and just as I really move up the gears he yanks his head away and pulls me by my feet down to the edge of the bed so that I’m sat upright.
‘Suck me off, slut.’ And it doesn’t sound stupid.
His clothes come off – I only ask for them because he’s way more confident in uniform, and now he’s too horny for it to make a difference. His cock comes out, and I dart towards it, pressing against his chest and kissing the shaft, and I get to feel just how hard I’ve made him. I lick just below the head, then wrap my lips around it, holding it there while my tongue flicks around inside my mouth.
He grabs my head and pushes it down. I’ve said he can. He holds it over his cock for ten seconds, fifteen, then I tap his arm and he actually pulls me up off it, moving my hair out of my face with his other hand. He puts the tiniest bit of pressure on the back of my head; asking permission.