25 Days of Klaroline 2017- Day 4- NSFW- Simple Pleasure.
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With her take-charge attitude and no-nonsense demeanor, the employees around her had no idea just how far off their boss's mind drifted as she ordered them about.
"The tables should be spaced an even four feet apart. The guests shouldn't have to shift their seats every time someone walks pass."
They heard her sharp spoken demand, and each felt the heat from her ice blue eyes, all the while never guessing that her mind was trapped in the phantom feel of calloused hands and a stubbled cheek gliding across the smooth skin of her thighs.
Of the way his eyes would shine with a love that bordered on possessive, a love that never failed to cause her heart to race, as he gently held her face, their heated breath mingling with lips just inches apart.
Nibbling her lower lip, she swallowed down her stuttering breath. Her eyes took in the pair of workers at each perfectly spaced table as they carefully laid the black lace runners over the pristine white tablecloths.
Another more risqué black laced number flashed in her mind's eye. Clenching her thighs, a flush infusing her cheeks, she hurried the workers along with the placements of the centerpieces as her mind began to lay out a special surprise for later that night.
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He stood on the balcony overlooking the courtyard. Business men and women alike mingling all around him, each trying desperately to gain his attention, as well as a massive chunk of his bank account.
His passive countenance and steely far off gaze tempted only those with a spine of steel to approach him. Panhandling their ideas and products only to turn and leave with a sense of shame as he paid them no quarter with barely a grunt in reply.
Powerful business tycoon he was, with most men wanting to be him while the women held an envious desire of the one who held his heart, no one would have batted an eyelash at the knowledge of the control he exerted behind closed doors. Yet their shock would have drawn them breathless, wonderment filling their emptied lungs, to discover how his thoughts wandered to the control he relinquished to his lady-love with unfathomable delight. How his mind took insurmountable pleasure reminiscing on the softer tones of their private moments. Her gentle hands and soft touch as she expertly plied the razor to his face. Her darkened silhouette as she slowly dropped her robe to the floor, each delectable inch of her exquisite body laid bare for only his eyes to feast upon. That the trust she handed him without a second thought was more of an aphrodisiac than any fruits or foods combined. That her utterly desirable body came in at a close second when compared to her faith and love for him.
His eyes glanced to the timepiece she had gifted him with this past Christmas. A strange yet exciting twinge churning in his gut. He had spent more than enough time mingling with this worthless lot, enough that his brothers could not accuse him of not trying to further their business ventures.
He needed to see her, needed to feel her silky-smooth skin wrapped around him. Needed to feel her breath blowing across his neck as their bodies twined and writhed together.
Without a second thought or glance he cut through the crowd, paying no mind to those who would prostrate themselves for his attention. With each step only one word, one thought, one feeling pounded through his being.
Caroline.
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She met him at the door, the second his briefcase hit the entryway table, he was pressed against the wall. Her scent filling his lungs as her supple body moved against his in purposeful waves. One hand curved around her lower back as his other held a fistful of her glorious golden hair, his eyes rolling back as her scantily clad hips brushed against his straining erection.
"Whatever did I do to deserve such a stunningly warm welcome home?" He rumbled.
Caroline wrapped her arms around his neck, grinning up at him coquettishly, "Can't a wife just miss her husband?"
"If the gossip I overheard amongst the women today is to be believed, then no. That's quite out of the ordinary." He smirked cheekily with a waggle of his brows.
Caroline playfully rolled her eyes, "I'm sure whatever you heard was spoken loudly and only after they seen you were close enough to hear in hopes to tempt you."
Klaus smiled down at her warmly, "You know I only have eyes for you Caroline."
"Oh, I know." She grinned proudly, "But that's beside the point and really, when have we ever been ordinary?" Her voice lowered seductively as her fingertips danced along the side of his neck.
His response was lost in a series of groans as she pulled back the collar of his overcoat, pushing it off his shoulders and to the floor, allowing her lips and tongue the room to pay homage to his neck as her body began moving purposefully along his once again.
Klaus was so lost in the sensations she brought him that he hardly noticed as she led him deeper into their home. Her nimble fingers working at the buttons of his dress shirt and tie as they went, leaving them both to hang open over his chiseled chest.
Coming to a stop once they reached the center of their bedroom, Caroline took a step back to enjoy the fruits of her labor. She always loved the way the subtle muscles of his upper body flexed, a fact that he employed to his advantage quite often, and the way the necklaces he wore hidden beneath his high collars and ties laid to rest against his upper chest. Her pink tongue swiped across her lips as she recalled how much she loved grabbing ahold of them to tug him closer in the heat of their passion.
As she took him in, Klaus's eyes ran over his wife's scantily clad form for the first time since arriving home. Her luscious breasts were pressed high and full, encased with the confines of a black laced bra. As his eyes traveled down her bare midsection to her matching black panties and black stocking covered legs he smirked knowingly at the light goosebumps forming across her skin.
"You look good enough to eat. Had I known what a delectable feast that awaited me at home, I would have left that tiresome meeting ages ago. Though I am curious Love," He closed the space between, his hand catching the blue silk scarf hanging around her neck, letting it slide between his fingers before releasing it, allowing it to flutter back into place, "While I love when you wear my clothing, this piece clashes with your chosen attire."
Caroline giggled as she spun on her heels, delighting in his sharp intake of breath as he took in the soft, black ruffles covering her bottom.
Klaus was always fascinated by every inch of his wife's body, but her keen sense of fashion and knowing how to pick articles of clothing that accentuated her glorious form never ceased to surprise him. A low growl escaped his lips as he followed after her, intending to take hold of her only to have her spin them around, pushing him to the bed.
As Klaus bounced on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows, Caroline crawled over him her lips in a playful pout as she pulled the scarf from around her neck, "I thought you wanted to know what this was for?"
Settling her body over his, her hips rocking enticingly against his, she slowly pulled the scarf taunt in her hands with a pointed curve of her eyebrow.
Catching onto her inquiry, Klaus thrusted his hips, smirking as her head fell back with a moan, "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" Before she could utter a word, he sat up and quickly changed their position, clasping her wrists together with one hand as his other slowly took the scarf from her. "Did you not have me tied to this very bed last night?"
Her chest heaved, and her body tingled with how he had turned the tables on her and the knowledge of just what he was going to do.
Seeing the acceptance and excitement blooming within her shining blue depths Klaus placed her hands above her head, looking at her pointedly to hold still as he began to wrap the scarf around the same bedpost she had tied him to the night before.
Her cheeks were rosy with anticipation, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath she took as Klaus knelt back on his heels to survey his lovely bride.
His cock throbbed within his slacks at the sensual curves of her laid out for him. Reaching towards her, he slowly feathered a single digit across the side of her cheek, down her neck, between her voluptuous breasts before pausing to dip within her navel bringing a small gasp from her lips.
Pulling back, much to her disappointment by the pout on her lips, Klaus removed his shirt and tie tossing them forgotten to the floor before returning to slowly peel her ruffled panties down her body, flicking them over his shoulder. His eyes followed the movements of his hands as they slowly skated up her legs to open her thighs wide to his penetrating gaze.
Caroline whimpered as his thumbs grazed her lower lips, her hips bucking in hopes to move him to where she needed him most.
Klaus chuckled as he settled between her legs, his breath coasting against her heated skin, "Patience Love."
At the first scrape of his scruffy cheek along her inner thighs, her breath hitched, her mind reeling at the thoughts of what was to come. Placing her legs over his shoulders Klaus paused, staring up at her with his lips just inched from her center, his breath teasing her with it's hot light touch.
Caroline licked her lips in anticipation, glancing down to him expectantly. The moment her eyes locked with his, his mouth descended upon her causing her hips to thrust upwards with the first swipe of his tongue. His hands held the sides of her hips, holding her body still as he quickened the pace of his tongue. Using one hand to hold her still, Klaus slide his other underneath her, inching closer to her heated core. Her back arched as his fingers began swirling around her entrance before he eased them inside her, curling to hit her honeyed depths as he wrapped his lips around her clit.
Klaus paused his motions, his eyes blaring up at her with such want that it nearly scorched her to her core. Caroline groaned, her eyes falling shut as he held her body still, the tips of his fingers pressed agonizingly against her favored spot without moving.
And still he waited. He waited until she was trembling with need, ready to demand, beg and plead for him to just move.
Her eyes flew open, glaring down at him to find a meaningful smirk within his eyes, her nails digging into her palms at the sight of his only warning.
And then he moved. His fingertips thrusting within her core, curling to hit her in just the right spot over and over again, his lips closing around her clit with his tongue rapidly swiping and swirling.
She felt her orgasm rushing upon her with the force of a tidal wave, crashing against her every pore as her mouth fell open a whimpering cry.
Klaus groaned as her essence flowed onto his tongue, the vibrations causing her toes to curl and her heels to dig into his back as he rode out her glorious high.
He had planned to take this slow, the entire drive home his mind had worked him into a tailspin over all the things he would do to her. But having her here, her taste coating his lips, her body writhing in pleasure he knew such thing would have to wait.
Before Caroline had a moment to recover, Klaus had her wrists unbound, her bra unhooked and off her body before the scarf even hit the floor.
Catching onto his lustful cravings, she scrambled to unlink his belt, their hands working together frantically to pull his slacks from his body.
The moment they were off, her back hit the mattress with a bounce. Her thighs and arms wrapping around him as he plunged his throbbing shaft deep inside her trembling walls.
Her nails scoured his back at his relentless thrusts. His body trembling in pleasure as he braced himself on his forearm, his hand cupping her breast as his fingers lightly pinched and flicked her hardened peaks.
Caroline wanted to shout, to scream out her pleasure but found it all too intense to do more than let out harsh breaths as she rode the waves of ecstasy he invoked. His lips crashed to hers with a harsh groan, his thrusts becoming deeper and sharper as their ends neared.
Their bodies trembled and shook as their orgasms washed over them, hands grappling tightly against sweat-slicked skin.
As they laid together in the aftermath, their hearts still hammering as Caroline's fingers carded through his hair, she hummed thoughtfully as she caught sight of the discarded scarf, "After we can move our legs again, how would you feel about being blindfolded?"
Klaus turned his head up to look at her, his eyes filling with need once again as a salacious smirk grew over his lips, "With you as my keeper, I imagine I'd quite enjoy the possibility."
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So there it is. The End. See you again for Day 6 or 7, depends which I can get finished in time. Also, there are two aesthetics that go along with this story. If you go to my Tumblr page, same name as here, you can find them there.