You and Him
#2 of Miscellaneous Stories
WARNING! Contains sex.
This is my first second-person, present-tense story. I am obliged to remind you that due to the content of this story you must be of legal viewing age for your country. In this story, you are at home with your husband, him having just arrived from work. It gets steamier and you find yourself in bed with him. I have left specific description of characters out as I want you to connect personally with the story, filling in the blanks with details about your own crush, boyfriend or husband. And with that being said - enjoy!
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It's cold and dark outside, but inside it's lovely and warm, the fire in the grate on the opposite wall crackling sleepily. You sit down on the plush sofa with a cup of your favourite drink. Beside you sits an absolutely flawless man with perfect hair and facial hair, perfect eyes, perfect smile, perfect skin, perfect body shape. He has just come home from work at his construction firm, and is still glistening with sweat and rain. His barely noticeable, salty musk tickles your nose as you rest your head on his shoulder. He puts his arm around you, a golden ring on his finger glinting in the firelight, and kisses you on the head.
"How was work?" you ask.
"Long, tiring. Otherwise fine."
He has the perfect voice. You melt every time he speaks, his voice gently caressing your ears.
"Do you want me to make you a cup of coffee? You must be thirsty."
"Oh, yeah, so thirsty. But, perhaps not for coffee."
He gives you a sly wink, and you break out into a grin as he smirks. He slowly starts playing with his shirt, teasing you by lifting the bottom edge to reveal his perfect abdomen, each time getting closer and closer to pulling it over and off, and you are left with an agonising exhilaration. He finally takes it off. You revel in the sight, his upper body now entirely exposed, making you salivate in your mouth a little. You swallow as he offers his hand to you, helping you to stand then bringing you close, so close you're touching. His soft lips meet yours, and you close your eyes, sheer bliss washing over you. It's an electric tingle down your spine, an inexplicable buzz of pleasure. His hands find themselves around your waist and press it against his own, and you feel his package harden from underneath his jeans. The looming prospect of sex clouds your mind, forming an indiscreet fuzz where reason should be. Your husband smiles, making your legs feel like jelly as he leads you upstairs and into the bedroom. He turns the lights on but keeps them dim, allowing just a little orange light to radiate from the prior darkness.
"Be back in a minute, gotta freshen up," he tells you as he disappears into the bathroom.
While he's gone, you take the time to look around the bedroom. The warm colour of the light slightly distorts the colour of the walls, the carpet, the duvet neatly pulled over the bed. You still know, however, that beneath the orange haze is your favourite colour; as you look at the walls you remember the gentle, graceful sweeps he had used to paint them, occasionally dipping the paintbrush in the can in his other can. You look at the bed and remember just this morning, when he got up and carefully made the duvet again, brushing out any creases and folds. The carpet feels soft and warm under your feet.
Your husband walks back into the room still drying his hair after the shower and still completely naked. Your heart feels like a pinball in your chest, bouncing off your ribcage, as you notice this. He drops the towel on the floor and again pulls you closer for some more soft loving before moving you over to the bed, collapsing on it with you in tow. You straddle him, and allow him to grind against you as you lean forward and give him another long, passionate kiss. The bed creaks as it rocks backward and forward, mimicking your partner's motions. He takes you by the hips again and grinds a little harder, a little faster, his dick now vying to break free of its denim chamber. You can feel it beneath you, the tent slowly rising, and you can hear his low, through-the-teeth grunts and groans of pleasure.
"You liking that?" he asks with gritted teeth. You nod, listening to the rhythmic creaking and his heavy breathing. You feel his breath on your face, the minty smell playing with your senses.
He takes off his underwear, discarding it beside the bed.
His dick is fully erect, long, thick and pulsing with blood. You feel it rub against your lower abdomen, near your own genitals. You bite your lip as you hold your breath, watching it longingly.
"You want this? You want what you see?" your husband half-demands.
"Yes," you reply instantly, "yes, please, I want it!"
He chuckles and smirks cockily again before helping you lower onto it. It's painful at first but the pain is very quickly substituted for heavenly bliss. You join in with his moaning, perhaps a little softer. Only now do you realise that he isn't protected - but you don't care, because he is confirmed to be STD-free by official tests. It feels much nicer to have flesh in you rather than rubber as you feel closer to your husband.
"You're so... tight!" he grunts between breaths.
"Feel good?" you manage to ask, running your fingers through his hair. He doesn't answer, but instead roars his ecstasy as you feel his load fill you up, possibly even overflowing, but you don't care to examine. Neither do you give two hoots about how long that was - no matter the real time taken, it would always feel like only a few seconds. Time flies when you're having fun, right?
You collapse onto the bed beside him and you snuggle up to each other, his soft skin against yours. You feel safe in his arms, you feel protected. You share a wonderful quiet moment with him, neither of you speaking words, only emotions. Your chests rise and fall in near synchrony and when you look into his eyes, he looks back and smiles that beautiful smile of his.