Grace was in the bathroom, wrapped up in her robe just fresh from the shower. She was curling her hair, in preparation for tonight's event. She was hosting a philanthropic dinner at the Warbucks mansion to benefit the orphanage where they found their dear daughter. The children of the orphanage were going to put on a little concert for a group of high-powered families in New York.
"Darling, you look positively radiant this evening," Oliver walked in. He set down his glass of scotch and placed a little Tiffany's box on the vanity in front of her. She opened the box to find diamond drop earrings.
"Oliver, they're beautiful! But they must have cost a fortune! The money spent on these could surely have been better used for the orphanage!"
"Darling, I will write that Hannigan woman a fat check and make sure the children are cared for. What good is this mountain of money if I can't use it to spoil my gorgeous wife? You've been working tirelessly to put this event together and I'm so proud of you. You always think of everyone else first. It would do me great honor if you would wear my gift this evening."
Grace slipped the earrings in and turned to her husband, "Thank you." She kissed him deeply, tasting the vanilla notes of his drink on his tongue. He pulled at the belt of her robe, exposing her naked body so she stood before him in nothing but the diamonds.
"I think we have a little time before our guests begin arriving," he pulled her by the hand to their bed.
"But I'm not finished getting ready!"
"You couldn't possibly look any more beautiful."
He kissed and nipped his way down her neck to the valley between her breasts. She let in a sharp inhale of breath as he took her pink nipple in his mouth. She arched her back, reveling in the sensation. She had never appreciated how sensitive her nipples were until she and Oliver got married. He loved lavishing her body with attention and the teasing of her breasts sent a rush of wet heat between her legs.
"Mmmmmh, Oliver. You rascal" Grace stretched.
He wanted to get her very aroused to try a new position: one of his favorites in his bachelor days. He had been saving it for when Grace had become comfortable in their love making. She had certainly become more uninhibited in the bedroom, eager to please him in every way.
"Darling, I'd like to try something different today," Oliver looked at her pleadingly.
"What did you have in mind?" her eyebrow arched with interest.
"Get on your hands and knees." He knelt behind her and fondled her petals with his fingers. He slipped one inside of her and began pumping inside of her. Her hips began to rock in rhythm. He leaned over and gave her slippery opening a kiss which deepened as his tongue explored her cleft. She let out a satisfied sigh. He teased her slit with his thick cock, over and over, back and forth, making sure to linger over her pearl.
"You're so wet."
"Oooooliver, I'm ready for you," she purred.
With that, he gently entered her from behind. He paused, allowing her to adjust to the angle. He started to pump slowly. "Oh my, Oliver. That feels wonderful. So deep," she wiggled her firm bottom. Oliver let out a growl, "Grace you are absolutely ravishing." The sensation was intense. He was hitting a new place that he'd never explored before. She started to move back to meet him thrust for thrust. The view was so sexy. Oliver loved watching his manhood disappear in and out of her juicy little peach. Her diamond earrings swayed with their bodies, casting little rainbows on the wall. He grabbed her hips and began building up steam. The sound of the slapping of the tops of his legs into her pert ass filled the room. Grace turned and looked over her shoulder at her husband with lust in her eyes, lost in a world of pleasure. He reached around and began to trace circles around her tender button. She cried as her climax took over. Her arms collapsed leaving just her butt in the air. The contractions from her orgasm squeezed him so tightly that he lost control, unleashing his seed deep inside of her. They laid together, panting as they came down from their high. "That was incredible. You've been holding out on me," Grace nudged her husband. "I'm glad I could please you," Oliver chuckled and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. She went to get up, but he pulled her back to the bed.
"But the party!" Grace protested.
"Mrs. Pugh has everything well in hand, darling. You lie down and rest for a bit. I'll fetch a glass of water," he caressed her lower abdomen gently, hoping to see it begin to swell with child.