"Reba. Rebaaaa. Reba!" Reba sat, finishing up an interview with a local T.V. station when she heard a voice whispering her name. And not just any voice, the one of her hunky husband, Narvel. Quickly looking up, she saw him motioning to her to lift up her low cut blue satin blouse a little. It had dropped just low enough for Narvel's eyes to pop and for him to get his "jealous look" on.
As soon as she finished the interview, she walked over to him, taking his hand. "That stupid little male host was staring at you!" Narvel mumbled. "AND your girls. You're mine, and I don't like it! Doesn't he know I'm RIGHT HERE?" Stifling a chuckle, Reba rubbed his shoulder in a comforting motion. "Stop worrying sweetie. It doesn't matter what anyone else does. All I want is you. And right now, I want you a lot." Grinning, Narvel turned her around, taking her in his arms. "How's about we head back to the hotel then?" He said softly. Biting her earlobe gently, he whispered, "And then you can show me your girls again ...in all their glorious entirety." Reba shivered, and grinned. They quickly said their goodbyes to the people at the station and left, Narvel half dragging her to the car in his hurry.
Once inside, he sped off, wanting to get there as soon as possible, especially since Reba was drawing slow torturous circles on his thigh with her fingers as he drove. He parked quickly, picked her small frame up in his arms and ran up the steps to their hotel room. Thankfully, they were already preregistered. Hurriedly, he unlocked the door and dropped her onto the bed, then crawled on top of her and began to kiss her smooth neck. Narvel pulled away only for a moment to rid himself off all clothing, and then rejoined her on the bed. Reba crossed her arms and lifted her shirt over her head and off, tossing it to the floor. Narvel's hands reached up under her skirt, and pulled off her panties with ease. He then unbuttoned her skirt and slid that off as well. Reba grinned, and kissed him with fierce passion. Narvel slowly slid a teasing finger up her body, reaching her light blue bra. He fingered the exposed areas of her breasts, teasing her, then slid her straps down her shoulders and pulled it off in one quick move, hastily replacing his fingers with his lips. He nibbled gently, and kissed her collarbone. He then bit the soft rounded flesh that was the swell of her breast, leaving a hickey and causing Reba to moan. Reba flipped them over, and he entered her slowly and purposely, enticing a soft groan from her lips. Narvel gently thrusted, squeezing her hips. Reba arched upwards, wrapping herself completely around him, burying her head in his strong neck. Whimpering as she came, Reba lay in his arms, sighing from the intense pleasure. She lay there, snuggled up to him for the better part of the next two hours before standing and grabbing his hand, leading him to the bathroom. Confused, he looked at her quizzically. Reba pulled him close and murmured into his ear. "Let's make love again. Standing up, sitting down in a hotel hot tub"...