The rugged pickup truck excels forward, red dirt and gravel pebbled lightly against the tires as he brings the truck to an abrupt halt. Kit turns off the engine, retracting the car keys and gathering the small pile of mail that he retrieved from the mailbox before departing from the car. He proceeds forward towards the small abode that stood in front of him. He leers over his shoulder, umber eyes attentively scouring his surroundings, making sure that his "friends" from the garage hadn't followed him on his journey back home.
A small smile tugged at his lips as his musings began to wander on the one person he always thought about, Alma, who as of yesterday was his five of five months. Their drive to Province to get married had been an invigorating adventure. The two of them had been compelled with anxiousness, each of them ready to declare their love officially. Albeit it was a haste wedding ceremony, the night had been filled with a plethora of emotions. Kit recalled tearing up as he began to recite his vows. The Walkers completed the celebrations of their nuptials with a night of raw love making. When they returned home, Kit had the intentions of bellowing his enamor for his beautiful wife to all of his friends, but Alma negated his attempts.
While she endured an equal amount of adulation for her lover, Alma knew that many others wouldn't be too keen of their relationship. The world isn't an accepting place right now, but one day it will be. And when that day comes, I'll be sure to tell the world that I am married to the world's handsomest man alive. She would declare to him, smiling genially before meeting his lips with a kiss. So, for five months their marriage has been covert. He would slip his wedding ring off before he left for work, then slide it right back on his finger the moment he returned back to the house. Kit loathed that he had to keep the status of his relationship with Alma discreet, but he knew that what Alma said possessed the truth-the world isn't an accepting place.
He opened the door to the house, his eyes hastily stalking upon Alma as she stood in the kitchen. She wasn't wearing a dress like she usually did when she was around the house. Instead, she wore one of his white shirts, along with an old pair of his sweatpants that were too big for her petite body. She was at the counter, mixing a small bowl of ingredients together when she felt a familiar pair of hands gently resting on her waist. Alma smiled, chiseling herself flush up against her chest as he hugged her from behind. "I didn't hear you come in. How was work?" She inquired curiously, still tentatively whipping the wooden spoon around the bowl. Kit hum in response, his lips are pressed against her nape. His deft fingers encircle around the waistband of her sweatpants, reverent kisses coax her clavicle.
"S'okay." Kit murmurs, his warm breath ghosts against her skin. "I missed you though." Another kiss is placed on her nape this time she cranes her neck far enough for her to press her lips against his. Alma hums against his mouth, ravishing the taste of his mouth. It's slow, feverish, yet still possessing an equal amount of adulation that left her breathless. His hands linger upward, resting just beneath the supple cupping of her breast. "I missed you too." He answers with another deepened kiss, swiveling his tongue around her wet mouth while his fingers began to gently caress her pert nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.
Jesus, Alma.
She exhales a breathy moan that instantly made him want to devour her right there, but the moment his dexterous fingers began to sneakily prowl their way inside of her cotton underwear, she gently nudged him away, pulling her dewy lips away from his hungry mouth. Kit, red moue lips pulled into a frown asked, "Why'ja do that?"
"Because, I'm tryin' to finish making this roast and you're distracting me." She calls over her shoulder, impishly biting down on her bottom lip to prevent her from laughing at his adorable perplexed expression that marred his face.
"Well that's not what I'm hungry for." Kit answered, his husky tone decimating as he towers over her body again, this time picking her up and placing her onto the counter. His dark eyes, almost mirroring a dark black hue, leer into her soft brown ones. He entwined her legs around his waist and pulled her closer to him. "All I want right now is you, babe. I just want to touch you and make love to you. " Kit insinuates, moving his steady hands that were previously resting on her knees, upward 'til they reached her thighs. Alma blushed softly under his scrutiny. Her pliant lips twitch into a smile that makes Kit weak in the knees. Alma extends her long arms around his nape, drawing him closer until their chests are flushes against one another. Kit could feel her wanton heat seeping from her core as the soft graze of his turgid bulge brushes against her. He kisses her slowly, hungrily and with a small plea of desperation.
Kit enthralled in the plushness of her succulent lips moving in tandem along his. God, my wife is beautiful. His cold hands brush against her warm skin while they sneakily prowl their way under her shirt, making her shudder softly into his mouth. Alma's hands tread through his now disheveled hair, her wet mouth still kissing his with the same amount of vigor that he prevailed. "Seriously Kit, you're gonna be eating dry pot roast if you don't let me finish cooking."
"Sounds perfect." He retorts, smirking slyly before picking her up the waist and entwining her long limbs around his torso. Alma chuckles while Kit planted wet kisses all over her face and carried her into their bedroom. Kit pugnaciously tossed her onto the bed, her head hits the mattress with a soft thud. Giggling lightly as she propped up on her elbows observing her lover as he struggled to discard his pants. "Someone's a little eager, I see."
"Yeah, well, I've been away from my wife for 12 hours without touching or kissing her." Kit huffs, shrugging out of the alabaster shirt he wore under his navy blue work flannel shirt. Pulling his underwear over his hips, he smirks, "Now I can't be the only one that's naked Mrs. Walker." Alma quirks her eyebrows together bemusedly, her legs slowly splaying open as he trudged up to her and gently gripped her thighs.
"Lay back, Alma." Her umber eyes fluttered softly as she rests her head against the plush pillow. She gasps as she begins to feel his hands pulling the sweatpants over her hips and down her legs. So damn beautiful. His lips pampered a chaste kiss above the waistband of her underwear. She writhed beneath him, her libido increases exuberantly. Kit could see the pool of her essence seeping through her underwear, this time it was his turn to jovially gab, "Someone's a little eager, I see."
And Alma doesn't have time to retort back with a gab of her own because now she's completely bare from the waist down. Kit felt his penis throb at the sight of Alma's beautiful honey toned skin. He loved it, it was always smooth like velvet. Kit hovered over her body, his turgid penis inadvertently brushing against her leaking slit made them both shudder at the friction. "Kit!" She cries, her face twisting together while her trembling hands reached out, searching for another instance of contact. "Touch me, please." Kit is haste in his docile of her commands. His large hands are touching ever crevasse that outlined her body, proffering her small breast with a gentle squeeze, rubbing her thighs, lingering all over her body. When she sits up so that she could haphazardly lob aside the shirt that she wore, Kit's wet mouth latched onto her darkened areola, his tongue swiveling around her pert nipples.
"I want you inside of me." She whimpered, and god, Kit swears he could cum just at the sound of her sultry voice. He removes his wet mouth from around her nipple, releasing with a loud pop. He glances down at Alma, his heart thudding with enamor before he leans down to meet her in a kiss. Kit reaches down and grabs a hold of of his swollen penis that was prodding against his thigh. He inhales softly as he aligns himself at her wanton core then leans forward. The tip of his penis glides inside of her, Alma exhaled a watery shudder in his mouth. He allowed her time to adjust before completely pushing the rest of himself inside of her aching core. Before they got married, they could always use condoms whenever they engaged in coitus. While Kit enjoyed every love making moment with Alma, he enjoyed it more now that they ridded the one thing that was a barrier for their skin to skin contact. Now he could actually feel the gentle clench of her convulsing walls gripping his penis whenever her orgasm was near. Now he could feel himself prodding her hilt anytime he surged salaciously inside of her.
And god, did he love every moment if it.
The definition of their coitus differed depending on their mood; sometimes Alma wanted it rough and fast, those would be the occurrences where they were too horny and eager to make it into the bedroom so they would end up having sex on the couch or on the floor. Other times, like now, she wanted to make love, slow and gentle.
"I love you," He whispered.
"I love you," She pants.
The thrusts of his hips are slow and shallow, but still ensuing enough to make her whimper an appraisal anytime his nestled penis extracted and entered her with a salacious cant of his hips. Kit bites down on his bottom lip to keep from cuming at the sight of her slickness coating his penis. Alma pulls her knees to her chest, at this angle she could feel him rutting inside of her with every adulating thrust of hi hips. It's an unexplainable euphoria that conquers over her, moving through every crevice in her body, making her moan in delight. Alma's hands tug at his tousled strands that were sodden with sweat and matted against his forehead. Kit's head drops to her shoulder, he inhales her sweet vanilla scent as he imprints love bites all over her honey suckled skin. Their chests are compressed tightly against each other's; her bouncy one on his flatted one, and Alma is almost certain that she could feel the erratic thudding of his heartbeat thrashing against her chest.
The intertwining of their tongues as they kiss is gracious and sensual. Kit brushes his nose against her teasingly, his slanted lips smiling against her mouth as she insinuates her own reverent thrust. It was a small hip roll but it still made Kit murmur a profanity inwardly. "Jesus, Alma." He reiterates again, still aghast by her sudden increase in libido. Albeit he knew she wanted their love making to be slow tonight, Kit could feel his precipice slowly drawing near. He didn't want to cum before Alma. Languid butterfly kisses coax her earlobe and before she knows it, he could feel his thrusts becoming more sinew and deft. Alma folds her arms across his chest and burrows the heels of her ankles in his back as he ascends her to her oblivion. It's all breathy moans, words of litany and her fingers clawing into his flesh. Kit could feel his rosy cheeks flushing, his eyebrows creased together in concentration as he ruts his hips. She clenches around him, her breathing begins to decimate.
He loved moments like these when she's on the verge of her peak, her hair all sweaty, her face glistening, pouty lips quirked together as she burrows his name in a hymn. Kit eases his pink-tipped penis out of her, she whimpered fooled by the belief that he was completely extracting himself from her. "Babe-" She swallows the rest of her words once he enters her again. Kit slowed down his thrusts and emphasizes the rotation of his hips, each time he grazes her hilt, making sure he hit the target every time. That's when she feels her body being wrecked by her orgasm, her nectar is thick as it exits her body and spews all over Kit's penis. Alma pants as she hauls herself down from her high. Wanting to give her husband equal pleasure, Alma pushes Kit aside and hovered over him so that she is dominant. Kit's hands rested on her hips. Alma lifts her body and aligns herself so that he's angled just at the center of her swollen core. She hisses as she eases down onto his length, completely bottoming him out. Alma's thrusts weren't as shallow as Kit's. With every whine of her hips she implemented enough friction to make him groan lowly. Kit opens his eyes and sees where their slick bodies connect, her throbbing walls encapturing him with every salacious thrust of her hips. Alma rides out her second orgasm, biting down on her bottom lip as she works above him.
When Kit finally cums it's a spewing of warmth that spills inside of her. She tumbles forward and rests her forehead against his, their staggered breathing slowly coming to an abrupt halt. Kit, coming down from his impenetrable ecstasy, leans forward and places a gentle kiss on the tip of Alma's nose. She giggles softly as she lifts her head to look up at him. Alma shifts her body and leaned forward slightly to coax him with another kiss, he groans, tightening the grip he held on her waist and raising his hips. "As much as I would love to go another round, I need to go finish cooking before our dinner gets burnt." She wiggles her hips and extricates his nestled penis from inside of her. Alma walks over to the closet and slips on her robe that hung from the hanger.
"Where are you going?" He ponders, though already knowing the answer to the rhetorical question. Kit reaches out and attempts to pull Alma back into bed.
"I'm just going to finish dinner. I'll be back, I promise."