(Explicit‼️👀) Short Stories ❤️‍🔥

It’s just after the new year, and there’s a pleasant calmness in the air. It’s snowing outside, which is unfortunate, but with the fireplace going, and my hot coffee in hand, I’m pretty warm. I’m also snuggled up in my long pajamas and fuzzy socks, and there’s a blanket fresh out of the dryer on the couch just waiting for me to be covered up. Dinner is in the Crockpot. Cookies are in the oven. My husband will be home soon. It’s right after 5 PM, and it’s dark out. I like to have dinner done, or just about done, when my husband gets home, but tonight, it is ready to be served quite early. It was his first day back at work after his Christmas break, and it snowed heavily. It iced over, and snowed again. My husband is a road worker. He loves his job, but hates the cold. He’s passionate about his work, but in cold weather conditions, work really stresses him out. So, I made one of his favorite meals - shrimp pasta with homemade sauce & three cheese garlic bread - to make him feel better after a long, and cold first day back at work. I’m making the cookies now, so they’ll be cooled off and easy to eat by the time we get done eating our pasta. I had to go for chocolate chip, of course. Another one of his favorites. I get a whiff of the sweet scent as I glance at the clock. Any minute now. I grab a candle to light for the living room - raspberry lemonade scented - and also some red wine and glasses, and make my way towards the couch. I plop down, feel for the remote, and cover up with my huge, warm, fuzzy blanket. I settled on Friends for background noise as I read my book and sipped my wine, waiting for my hardworking husband to get home. “Hello, my love.” I hear a soft, but masculine voice. I guess I dozed off just a little bit. “Hi.” I say. I smile up at him. “I smell dinner.” He says with a flirty grin. I sit up. Luckily, the oven timer is just now going off. I get up, and start to make my way towards the kitchen, my husband following me close behind. I bend over, opening the oven and taking the cookies out of it. Perfect. 🍪 “Chocolate chip, huh?” He’s impressed. He’s happy. He’s satisfied. “Of course. I made only your favorites for the night.” I say, and then nod towards the Crockpot. His smile widens. “Shrimp pasta also?” He wraps his muscular arm around my shoulder, his wedding ring shine noticeable. “Best. Wife. Ever.” He kisses my temple, and hugs me tightly very briefly, and then reaches up above me for a bowl. “There’s wine in the living room, also.” I say. “I noticed.” He says with a wink. Dinner was great. Two bowls, three for him, and a couple pieces of bread and wine later, and we’re both feeling great. The wine continues to flow, and we start to binge on chocolate chip cookies. Milk too. My husband tells me about his day, and about how the snow and the cold did slow them down this morning, but with patience, they managed to be able to get back to work as soon as possible. Him and the rest of his buddies he works with are true blue collar men; they don’t enjoy being bored at work, and they especially don’t enjoy being bored in the cold. He informed me though that, the boss did let him have a long lunch, so “that was a plus” he said. It made me smile when he said it, because I know getting a little extra time at lunch made him happy, which makes me happy. “Thanks for dinner, baby.” My husband tells me as he looks over at me. He’s lying down, all sprawled out on our sectional couch, and I’m sitting on his legs, enjoying more wine and cookies. I look over at him and blush. “You’re welcome, honey.” I lick melted chocolate off the corner of my mouth. “Here.” He says as he sits up, closing the space between us. “Let me get it.” He whispers, and then kisses my lips. He kisses me quickly, hungrily. Hastily and aggressively. He wraps his strong, warm arms around my back, embracing me in a hug, and bringing us even closer together. As close as we can possibly get. I tangle my fingers in his curly black hair, getting lost in the world that the world turns into when we touch each other. It’s euphoric. I reposition myself, so I’m straddling my husband. He nuzzles his face into my neck, kissing me ever so softly, but taking me by surprise also. “More.” I breathe out as I move closer to him. I’m kissing and touching all over him, exploring his body like I never have before and like I never will again. “Oh, you want more?” He asks sexily as he looks up at me. I blush. “Talk to me.” He says. He wraps his arms around my lower back, warming me up and bringing me even closer to him, once again. “I want you to kiss me there more.” I practically beg. He kisses me there more though, no hesitation; just like I said I wanted. “Does that feel good?” He manages to moan out against my neck, licking me in just the right spot. I moan in response, and tilt my head back, letting him explore me even further. My pajama top was unbuttoned and tossed to the floor long ago. I get goosebumps as his hands trail all over me, left hand cupping my cheek, right hand toying with my n****e. I moan in his mouth and tighten my grip on him as he squeezes my n****e, sending a vibrating sensation through my entire body. He kisses me hard and runs his fingers through my long hair. He stops. He looks at me and presses his forehead against mine. “I love you.” He says, before laying me back by my shoulders and hovering over me. He kisses me. “I love you too.” I say. “Oh yeah?” He says as I feel his hand on my lower stomach, inching towards my lady area. I look at him desperately, and nod. Eyes and mouth pouting. “Show me how much you love me.” He says before leaning down to kiss me, and plunging two fingers into me. I moan loud. “Yeah. Show me.” He whispers delicately as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. He takes his other hand and wraps it around my neck, choking me slightly, and starts kissing down my body. He swirls his tongue, kisses me gently, and nips me all the way down to my opening, and rips off my pajama bottoms. He smirks, then blushes. “Cute panties.” He says. “Perfect for tonight.” I’m happy he noticed. It’s a matching cookies and milk set. White base, blue and black outlines, and little chocolate chip cookies and glasses of milk. He bought them for me, of course, awhile back. He admires my matching underwear for just a split second, then like my pants, rips them off, and gives me no warning before he dives his tongue right into me, like he hasn’t ate in days. I moan aloud again, gaining a smirk from him across his lips that I can feel against myself. It makes me smile. Feeling my breasts through my bra, almost sending me over the edge, I decide to take matters into my own hands. I pull his shirt off, and start feeling him up through his boxers with my feet. I grab ahold of his hair, and feel his vibrating moan against me because of my moving feet as he continues to eat me out, pleasure coursing through both of us at this point. I pull his face out of my crotch by grabbing his hair, and he looks up at me. Sweaty. I lean my head back. “Okay.” I breathe out. I look back at him. He looks at me, expectantly. “I want you. Now.” He laughs devilishly. He leans down, and kisses me deeply and passionately. He can’t wait anymore. I can tell by the way he kisses me. He takes his boxers off quickly, and thrusts into me. “Ughhh.” We both groan at the same time. “You feel so good, baby.” He grunts as he moves in and out of me slowly, focusing on his movements; making sure it feels good for both of us. He groans again, and I bite my lip as I watch him, pleasure and euphoria once again taking over our bodies. He presses his forehead to mine, and lifts my leg up slightly. He’s breathing heavy. I moan hard as he f***s me deeper, getting closer with him. I dig my nails into his cheek and look at him, getting so close and feeling high. “Babe.” I breathe. He opens his eyes and looks at me, still pumping and face red. “Come with me.” He says. I whine. He goes faster and sucks down on my neck, making me lose control and finish breathlessly. “Ohhhhh.” He groans, coming right after me. He pulls out of me and sighs, catching his breath. “I love you, baby.” He says softly as he lays his head on my chest. “I love you too, baby.” I say, and then kiss his forehead. I close my eyes, and I’m just starting to really doze off when my husband taps me. “Yes? 👀” I say. “Here you go.” He hands me a cookie. I laugh. “Thank you, baby.” I smile, and then take a bite. What a yummy late night snack.