A/N: Welcome back. It's the weekend and I'm still in the mood to write so I'm cranking it out, haha.
Chapter 4 – Valentine's Day
Ron was a romantic, Kim told everyone. But he wasn't always good at picking up what was put down. They had only spent a few Valentine's days together as a couple, but even still he should remember how she was in all the years of knowing each other. It was a day to celebrate love.
She was unsure if she was impressed yet. Ron had told her to wear a nice, sexy black dress. At least he remembered. But she expected that they would be going out some place. Instead they were…at home on their couch?
Ron had lit a single candle on their coffee table. He poured some whiskey for the two of them. Between them was their new dog, a medium-sized terrier mix that they had adopted from the shelter. Remy was a very sweet dog, loved to cuddle as well as play. But right now he was in between them, shedding at that. How the short-haired dog could shed so many light brown hairs everywhere Kim could never comprehend.
He handed Kim her glass and held his up for a toast. They clanged glasses. Ron took a small sip and placed his glass on the table. Probably all he would drink all night. He grabbed the remote and put on a movie.
Kim squinted at the screen. He couldn't be serious. "'Magic Mike'?"
Ron chuckled awkwardly and poured more into Kim's drink. He didn't bust out the suit jacket and dress pants for this, did he? Kim was rather unimpressed. "I heard it was funny."
"Riiight."
She saw through his ruse. The movie, the alcohol. He was trying to get her horny.
At least he was trying. Kim had been at work up until the day, had to negotiate for the weekend to be off-call. Even though she had already contracted holidays off. As much as work was slowing down a bit, she had no time to come up with anything for him.
Ron managed to get Remy to take up the other side of the couch, which he eventually left to lay elsewhere. Ron put his arm around his wife. "Just relax."
Within several minutes Kim was able to feel a slight buzz. She didn't drink often, so she was a lightweight that tended to get a little…frisky. Which Ron knew all to well. But his plan wasn't to get her drunk, just to get her to relax. He knew it was all about the warm-up. And tonight, he planned on quite the warm-up.
Kim had never sat down and watched this movie. She was still a little annoyed at Ron's lack of effort; and what harm was there in enjoying the view? This was his idea, after all. Those bodies, those moves, those hips…she was a simple woman.
Ron encouraged this relaxing. He wanted her so relaxed like she was on drugs. He rubbed her shoulder, his other hand touching her leg. He trialed up the hem of the dress Kim continued to watch the movie as Ron's fingers found their way up to her panties.
First, he gave a few gentle rubs over her front. Kim shifted a little. Ron kissed her neck. He firmly massaged her lips with two fingers, one on each side. He gently rubbed her legs and played with her. He gently pushed circles around the clit. He eyed Kim carefully. She was relaxed but not on the edge of orgasming yet. Which was fine, for the moment.
He stood up and walked to the kitchen to get some more water. On his way back, he massaged Kim's shoulders. She laid her head back in relaxation. She kissed his arm. He leaned down and massaged her breasts over the dress.
He sat back down and put his arm around her. She leaned into his chest, placing her hand on his chest and stomach. He really had bulked up since they were teenagers. He didn't exactly have a male stripper body, being more bulk than cut, but this was the way she liked him. Healthy, strong, but not ridiculously ripped or anything. His smooth, hairless skin was warm to the touch.
The movie was over. Ron stood up and led Kim to the bedroom. He sat her down on a folding chair, which had been placed in front of the bed. Kim was not sure what to expect. He kissed her hand and stepped back. A small radio was on the dresser across from them. Ron connected his phone and started playing a sensual beat.
Ron wasn't much of a dancer, but with the years of the martial arts and well, being sexually active, he figured he could pull this off. Kim fought off the urge to laugh, only because it wasn't like him. Instead she remained focused on how bad she wanted him.
He sat on her, legs wrapped around the opposite way. He kissed her neck and body rolled. He grinded into her hips to the beat of the music. He undid the buttons of his shirt. She felt him up and helped him slip out of his suit jacket and shirt. He flexed and held himself up by the corners of the chair, showing off strength. He slowly brought himself from hovering to back in her lap. He undid his belt with one hand, then undid his pants. He leaned back and thrusted the air, pants open.
He flipped around, almost in a crab walk, keeping his hips on hers, humping and grinding. Kim grabbed his pants, she wanted them off, but decided to let him do his thing. He rolled forward, nearly hitting the dresser. He quickly turned around, still on his knees. He spread her legs, placing his hands on her shoulders. He hugged her waist and breathed deeply.
Scooping his arms under her legs, hoisting them in the air, he picked her up, moved the chair, and placed her on the bed. He humped her to the music, rubbing her legs. He reached under her dress to slide her panties off. Spreading her legs once more, he began pleasing her with his mouth. He cupped her hips with his hands.
Kim's heart was pounding and he could feel it. She was squeezing, ready to cum. "Oh, Ron, ah!" She nearly punched the headboard above her. Ron waited until she came, then gave her a moment to rest.
He got off the bed, pulling her to sit up. He stood in front of her, pants open, his hard dick printing his briefs. He let her do what she wanted. She placed her hands on his bare hips, kissing just above his waistline. Kim grabbed the sides of his pants and pulled them down. She had a bit of a fetish for taking his pants off, and he happily obliged. He guided her hand to rub the print, giving it a little massage. She reached around to pull down his underwear, showing his bare ass. How she wished she could see them making love from another angle sometimes. Watching that man ass pumping into her. She gave him but a squeeze before pulling his briefs down and over his cock, keeping her face close. She held his butt as she began to blow him, moving in and out. She pulled on his briefs, held just below his butt, bringing him into her. She took him as deep into her throat as she could without choking.
Ron looked up to the ceiling, gently stroking her hair as she blew him. He thought about laying her back down, thrusting his dick into her mouth. But as she had told him before, he was far too big to be doing that kind of thing.
He moaned, indicating that she should let him do his thing or he would arrive. She stood up beside him and set him down on the bed. She let him watch her dress hit the floor and her bra slide off her beautiful titties. She mounted him, not quite putting him in yet. They kissed as she sat in his lap, stroking his member. Ron let his hands explore her body. Kim felt so close to him, kissing him. He really did all this to please her. She moaned.
Once again they flipped places as Ron grabbed her ass and turned them over. He breathed on her bare chest and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He stood at the edge and penetrated her. Kim moaned as he went all the way in. He knocked into her slowly and decisively. He grabbed her legs and folded her like a pretzel for deep penetration.
Kim continued to moan lightly as she enjoyed him being so deep inside her. Sometimes she thought about what her younger self would think if she told her she would have a raving, fulfilling sex life with her best friend. How they would be so comfortably naked, skin on skin, while he thrust inside her. How she would moan his name.
Ron went to an up-close missionary kissing her lips and neck. She hugged him, gently clawing into his back. What would her younger self think about letting him have her like this? Rolling around in the bed to some sultry music.
She heard him moan a little. He sat up and lifted one of her legs, bracing his hands on her hip and lower stomach. He went thrusted in and out rapidly, pounding her almost. He was putting in work and wanted her to cum. Kim had been in her head, which in this way would not lead to orgasm, but that was fine. Enjoying herself with her husband was the important part.
Ron had a few last squeezes, draining himself. For a moment he almost pulled out; there was something he missed about cumming on her sometimes. Before they were married, sometimes he would pull out when he was close, partially tear the condom of, stroke himself rapidly, and cum on her stomach or ass. But there was no need to do that anymore. He pressed on her lower stomach as he came and pulled her closer; like he was trying to make sure all of it was drained.
He exited and cleaned himself, Kim reached for him to rest and lay down on top of her.
Ron leaned into her ear. "I'll recharge all night for you. What do you want me to do to you?"
Kim thought for a moment. "For now, just be here." "Mmm my man." She thought to herself, trance-like. She wanted it all, and was willing to wait a few. Ron didn't last twenty, thirty minutes at a time, but she didn't need him too. Besides, he bounced back fairly quickly. He was still young; sometimes it was like they were still teenagers without the boundaries and limitations. She contemplated what to do next. Ride him? Bend over?