Happpy Anniversary

“Happy anniversary!” he said as his wife of two years closed the door behind her. She threw her arms around her husband and kissed him gently. 
“Happy anniversary to you, too. You working out?” She asked as she eyed his white tank-top and red basketball shorts. 
He laughed and spun his wife in a full circle, kissing her again. “Nope, I just took a shower”. 

She spotted the bouquet of flowers on the table and rushed over to them, gathering them in her hands and bringing the fragrant bundle to her nose. She smiled at her husband and hugged him again. “You know just want to do to take a girl’s breath away.”
He laughed and kissed his partners forehead. “Isn’t that from ‘The Little Rascals’?” 
She punched him playfully and smiled. “They stole it from me,” she joked. 

“We have reservations at ‘Chez Andre’ at six,” he said smacking her in the backside playfully. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow then smiled. 
“Sounds good. I’m going to go take a shower. Want to help me get ready?” She taunted him as she sashayed up the stairs, winking at him over her shoulder. Her companion stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching her fit figure sway back and forth up the steps. He followed at her heels finally.

His eyes wandered up her body concealed behind a dress skirt and matching blazer as she allowed the warm water to pour from the bathtub faucet. She pulled her thick, dark hair into a pony tail on the top of her head and turned towards him. 
“Help me undress?” she suggested, batting her long eyelashes at him. 
Devious smiles crossed their attractive faces. “I do believe I could offer my assistance in that matter.” 

She looked up at him and smiled slightly as he slid the jacket off of her, uncovering a form-fitting silk blue camisole. His wives nipples jutted out slightly, as if a cold breeze had swept through the steam-filling bathroom. He kissed her softly as first, then more furiously, savoring the succulence of her flavored lip-gloss and the softness of her full lips. As their lips maintained their zealous connection, he undid the zipper in the back of her skirt and let it slide down over her hips, falling around her legs and resting at her feet. He grabbed her tank-top tightly and pulled it off over her head, wisps of hair escaping from their prison on her head. 
He pulled away and stepped back, admiring his handy work so far. “There ya go,” he said, clasping his hands together and smiling. 
“You want me to get into the shower like this,” she asked raising an eyebrow. 

He looked her up and down again then shook his head slowly. “I do suppose that won’t work, will it?” 

She shook her head in agreement and took his hands, putting them behind her on the clasps of her bra. She eyed him intensely as his nimble fingers undid the hooks, one and then the other until it came free behind her. She locked her fingers behind his neck and continued her stare. She could say so much with her eyes; express how much her body wanted him with just a simple look. 

He could feel himself hardening against her, and she could feel it too. As his hands cupped her large breasts and massaged them, paying special attention to her prodding nipples. He loved the size of her chest, large and full for such a small women. He knew her nipples were more sensitive than any other woman he’d ever been with, and he tortured her with gentle touches, sucks, and flicks of the tongue whenever they were revealed. She sighed deeply as his fingers twisted her perky nipples and pulled on them playfully. She could feel her clit throbbing between her legs, as if signaling that it was jealous of the attention being administered above. 

She couldn’t resist rubbing his hardening cock at this moment. She entered her hand into the top of his basketball shorts, and gripping him firmly but comfortably, slid her hand up and down his shaft. She removed her hand once his breathing became scattered and deeper. She wanted to tease him, to make him want her as much as she was craving him. Not that it really took that much work. They were a sexual couple; they refused to ignore the healthy appetite they had for each other. They were explorative in the bedroom as well, always finding new and exciting ways to keep their intimacy alive. 

He removed her panties slightly as she kissed her diligently. His lips moved from hers, down her neck, across both of her breasts, around her nipples, and down her stomach. He graced her exposed flesh with gentle kisses as he removed more and more of her underpants. His wife ran her fingers through his dark brown hair and moaned at varies levels, depending on which sensual area of her body was being brushed by at that moment. His lips grazed over her smooth labia and down each of her inner thighs then back up. 

She leaned against the sink counter slightly and put one of her thin legs on the top. Perhaps it wasn’t the most subtle clue in the world, but her husband understood instantly. He ran the tip of his first finger up and down her slit, causing slight shivers to ripple through her already stimulated body. He could feel the slight dampness that had escaped from within her. It was another thing he loved about her—the way she tasted. He couldn’t resist any longer.

He locked eyes with his wife as he ran his long tongue up her clit slowly. She moaned, her hands taking her own breasts captive. He could taste her sweet cum on his tongue faintly. He wanted more. He wanted it all. He knew how to use his tongue, which techniques drove his wife absolutely wild. He wanted to make her moan, to scream, and better yet, cum. His tongue began to roll over her clit, almost in a pulsating action. 

She closed her eyes and let the feelings take over her body. Her clit throbbed hard against her husband’s tongue and under her own touch. Unexpectedly, she felt him insert two of his thick, elongated fingers inside of her wet vagina. She moaned loudly, the triple pleasure too much for her body to handle almost. She wanted to feel him buried inside of her but she knew it was much too soon. The greatest things were worth waiting for, and her husband’s large cock was defiantly one of those things. For now, his oral pleasure would have to be enough. 

She began to ride his slowly, letting them glide all the way out of her wettest area then push back in just as smoothly. She moaned fully each time he entered and exited her. She swiveled her hips around the objects lodged inside of her, hitting her g-spot once in a while. With each passing, she groaned loudly. She neared orgasm the harder she rode his hand, combined with the intensity of her lover as he flicked and sucked on the tiny bundle of nerves between her trembling legs. 

“Baby,” she managed out, exasperated. “I want you inside of me, please,” she begged. She felt like she was going to explode. She didn’t want it to happen until he was inside of her. He complied, but slowly, taking his time to make his way back up to her. When he stood, his hard cock jutted against the crotch of his shorts. She pushed them down and squatted, taking him into her mouth. He watched as her head bobbed up and down his penis. He could feel her tongue against him. She licked the head of his cock each time, sucking on it slightly before she swallowed him fully again. She hadn’t started out slowly by any means, and continued with the same, steady yet rapid beat. She could taste his excitement, and had mastered knowing when he was ready. 

She stood again, turned towards the bathroom sink and bent slightly. She rubbed away the steam that had formed on the mirror and looked at him through it. She bit her lip as he teased her clit with the tip of his penis. Her eyes begged him. Finally, he complied, diving deep into her vagina at full speed. She gripped the edge of the sink counter and screamed loudly, cumming instantly around his shaft. 
He glided in and out of her diligently at first, and then sped up. The couple bucked together, trapped in a counter-active rhythm. He felt her contract around him every time he exited. They watched each other as best as they could in the condensation-filled mirror, making the thrill all the more intensified. She moaned his name as her chest bounced excitedly against his movements. He reached between her legs and fingered her clit quickly, flicking it back and forth playfully. 

“Baby…Cum with me,” she demanded, placing her hand on top of his as he rubbed her clit up and down. “Cum inside of me hard.”
A few moments later, the two bodies climaxed together. Following was an intense orgasm. Their bodies locked up together for a brief yet powerful moment. She felt him pumping his cum inside of her, combining with hers inside of her body. Her husband gripped her hips in order to prevent her from falling. When their bodies had wound down slightly, he removed himself from inside of the love of his life. She turned around and kissed him deeply, her body still trembling next against him.

“Care to join me for another shower?” she asked, running her fingertips down his stomach. 

He grinned and nodded. “I think that would be a good idea.” He kissed her once more before kissing her neck and whispering, “Happy anniversary. I love you.”