Gina loathed laundry day usually but today she found his cable knitted sweater in the mix of clothing and took great care to read the label and make sure she didn't ruin it. Why did his sweater change everything? He was so, jokingly at least, protective over those sweaters; he had almost the entire rainbow in them and not once did he ever let her steal one to wear occasionally. It was just plain rude; however this time he had slipped up - though she did think he had done it on purpose.
Chris was out the house seeing his brother for a few hours so Gina made sure to wash that sweater and get it nice and dry so she could finally wear it.
An errant thought entered her head that she didn't want to be icky after doing chores then get into his nice clean sweater. Gina drapes the sweater over the still warm radiator while she heads through the shower and pampers herself. It was such a stupidly small thing but to Gina, in her head, this moment deserved the VIP treatment. The more she thought about pulling on the soft wool the more giddy she became; that giddyness turned into a flush through her body as she showered and shaved, exfoliated and finally moisturised using her favourite lotion.
Gina don't want to drip wet hair over the wool; there's nothing worse than wet wool against skin - on par with stepping in water while wearing socks. Her hair dries quickly with the help of a blow dryer and then she finds herself looking in her panty drawer; she didn't want to just wear any ol' pair. Gina pulls out a pair of silk and lace panties, a more modern take on the pairs reminiscent of the 50's, that just about match the colour of the sweater. Perfect.
After slipping on the panties and relishing the feel of the fabric against her freshly shaved skin Gina picks up the sweater, still warm from the radiator, and pull it over her head. Holding her arms above her head the oversized sweater almost glides down over her bare skin. The wool blend is soft and comfortable, not at all itchy and worth every cent the man had paid for it and its counterparts.
She smirks to herself and realise why he never wanted to let her wear it; he's never getting this one back.
The flush she had felt in the shower not moments ago, returns with vengeance and she can't deny she's more than a little turned on by the whole experience. Looking at herself in the full length mirror at the way her hair falls over her shoulders, the way the oversized sweater barely covers her ass cheeks as she turns and looks over her shoulder at herself. The movement of Gina's posing causes the sweater to shift over her skin; specifically she's aware of the softness against her breasts and nipples.
Gina licks her lips and swallows thickly; more thoughts that hadn't entered her head before now. Chris isn't expected back for a while and she was sure he'd like to see what his sweater was doing to her. Gina set her phone to silent and positioned it on the side table on selfie mode, hitting record she backs away into view and make sure she could still see herself in the mirror.
This was something Gina had never have dreamt of doing and she blushes when she starts moving her hands over herself; turning and posing, wiggling her ass to the camera and lifting the edge of the knitted garment to reveal the silk and lace panties clinging to her backside as she bent forward.
After dancing a little to silent music and running her hands through her hair, making what she hoped was bedroom eyes, she lifts the edge of the sweater and shows the camera as she dip your fingers into her panties; pushing her hand down further until her fingertips reach her warm folds. Gina shuffles her feet and make more room for her to feel herself; her fingers gliding over her pussy making her gasp.
Closing her eyes she let the moment take her and she teases her clit briefly, lifting the sweater higher to make sure the camera got a good view of everything she was doing to herself. Gina steps back a little and finds the edge of the double drawers; leaning on them she moves one of her legs and circle her clit slowly. Small pants interchange with long breaths as she moans quietly; fingers pushing into herself, her hot slick walls are welcoming and ready for something more - but not until later.
She curls her fingers and begins to thrust them inside herself; a louder moan escapes from her throat, surprising Gina but urging her on. She imagines Chris's reaction to watching this video; having to hide his body's reaction and make sure his face doesn't betray him. The thoughts of him sneaking off to relieve tension make her moans more frequent, her fingers move quicker. She pants heavily and writhes from her perch on the edge of the drawers; hips rocking to the heel of her hand until she gets the rhythm and friction just right. Gina lets out a Yelp of pleasure; her orgasm quick and over far too soon for her liking; her body trembles as her fingers slow and after a few moments she shakily walk to the camera and stop the recording.
"Make sure you're alone when you watch this and wear headphones... love you xo"
Gina presses send and lays down on the bed; it doesn't take her long to forget about the rest of the laundry and instead fall asleep.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Gina doesn't remember the dream she were having when she wakes to a familiar touch. Chris glides his hand up her leg and parts her knees before kneeling between them on the bed.
She rubs her eyes to clear them and looks up at her man staring down at her. His gaze is intense, his eyes move over her and it takes a while for her to look away from them to realise he's already naked with a condom rolled down over his shaft.
"You like the video then…?"
"I broke speed limits to get back here after telling my brother you'd had a fall and needed me back home…. you're damn right I like the fucking video."
Gina grins and winks up at him then lets out a sharp gasp when he roughly pulls her panties down her legs and throws them to the floor. He pushes the sweater up and bares as much skin as he can without removing the wool from her person.
Chris leans down and kisses over Gina's skin; he switches between sloppy open kisses and small light butterfly kisses over every inch of skin he could reach. When he was satisfied he hadn't missed anywhere he nips over her hipbones and scrapes his teeth over her inner thigh; shuffling himself on the bed to reach everywhere he wanted. Instead of laying himself down between Gina's legs he becomes impatient and lifts her hips to his mouth; her legs over his shoulders and quickly crossed behind his head as he laps over her pussy, his hands roaming over her and scratching skin just enough to cause a sting. His tongue works over her, swirling and twisting, thrusting, lapping and darting over every part of Gina until she's practically squealing in pleasure and begging for his cock. He growls against her and sucks at her folds as he pulls away.
"Oh you don't like the teasing, huh?" He smirks and lays Gina back down flat on the bed, crawling over her and guiding his hard cock inside her pussy with ease.
She gasps at the sensation of his size stretching her out so easily. Chris kisses Gina passionately and wraps his arms under her shoulders, keeping her against him as he fluidly moves his hips into her. Gina once joked that he could absolutely be a stripper with the way his hips moved; she wasn't really joking and as he rolled his thrusts into her so smoothly she moaned loudly. He set the rhythm easily; one that worked for them both. Gina wraps her legs around his waist and scratches down over his back already panting heavily against his neck.
Chris groans roughly and grips the pillow under her head, his lips working up Gina's neck and along her jaw then nipping up to her lips. He dips and twists his hips, pulling his knees up under her ass, switching the angles. Gina moans his name and rocks her hips to his new position. His hands move to grip her waist and pulls her roughly onto his thrusts.
Gina's moans come on each breath; Chris's pace relentless and deep. He moves her hands from his ribs to above her head where she can grip the bed. Chris pants and growls, sucking in a breath between clenched teeth as he watches Gina undulate beneath him.
"Fuck, you look amazing!" He groans and grinds his hips.
She pants and whines his name "I'm… so close!"
Chris smirks and glides his hands up to her breasts; massaging and kneading, his fingers teasing Gina's nipples just the right amount of roughly. The light sting his pinches cause, make her squeal again.
"Good girl…"
She keens at his praise and bites her lip "Oh fuck! Fuck…"
Chris pinches a little harder and snaps his hips repeatedly "that's it… you my good girl?"
"Uh huh! Oh god…" Gina always did love his praise in the throes of passion and he knew it. She arches towards his hands, hips tilting and grinding down onto his cock as she orgasms around him; her pussy pulsing along his length.
Chris closes his eyes tightly and moans, jaw slack. He thrusts a few more times before he orgasms; stilling inside Gina as his seed erupts from him.
They both slowly relax and steadily Chris leans over Gina; kissing her slowly and moving them both to lay on their sides. He stops her from moving off of his cock and lays her leg over his hip, stroking her thigh.
"No baby girl… let's just stay like this." He smiles sleepily, his voice quiet and a little rough from his moans.
"Your sweater keeps me warm….. it's only fair I keep your cock warm…"
"Thank fuck for sweater weather." He smirks.