The car door slams followed by the sharp click of heels against the stone path leading to the house.
Stepping into the entryway, she let's out a nonverbal growl, fists clenched at her sides.
She unceremoniously, tears of her heels, tossing them aside in a heap before marching deeper into the home.
Door after door slams open, her growl a constant drone as she searches the house until she finally finds what she's looking for.
His eyebrows raise as he gives her a look somewhere between concern and a deer caught in the headlights.
"Is everything okay? Did something happen at work?"
She doesn't respond, unable to meet his gaze, her frustration radiating off of her.
He stands, walking over to her,
"Don't want to talk about it?"
She nods her head just the barest bit, reaching out and taking his proffered hand in hers.
She turns on her heel, marching back down the hall, practically dragging him behind her.
He stumbles after her, caught off guard, but following along as she leads him to the bedroom.
She releases his hand, falling face first onto the bed with an, "oof" before rolling into her back and spreading her legs.
Finally, she meets his eyes, pointing directly at his face and then down towards her nethers.
With an unladlylike grunt of effort, she reaches down and tears her pantihose before looking up at him expectantly.
Awoken from his stupor, he jolts forward, joining her on the bed and nestling his head between her thighs.
Pulling her underwear to the side, he begins to lick in broad, long, strokes, applying firm pressure with his tongue.
Slowly, her jaw begins to unclench, her hands coming down to rest on the back of his head, trying to pull him even closer.
She rocks against him, eyes closed, as she focuses on the sensations.
Her hand balls into a fist in his hair as her thighs tighten around his face, her breathing becoming labored.
She locks her ankles behind his head, holding him in place as she feels the heat rising inside of her belly.
With a keening moan she goes ridged, hips trembling as she reaches her peak.
He continues to slowly move his tongue as she presses her heels into his back, using him as leverage to press herself against his face.
Her peak builds again, this one long and smooth as opposed to the initial burst.
Her grip on his hair loosens, his tongue continuing it's labor as helps her hold onto the moment for as long as possible.
Finally, she opened her eyes, looking down at him as she cards her fingers though his hair.
He rests his cheek against her inner thigh,
"Feeling better?"
"Mhmmmm... 💕"
Thanks for reading!
You can find the initial sets here!
https://civitai.com/posts/22541916
https://civitai.com/posts/22542988
If you have a moment to react to the images, that goes a long way towards me having the buzz to make the next set ♥️
This was a fun one! I have a couple more ideas for stories based around her work and specifically this outfit!
Until next time!
You can find all my short stories here: https://civitai.com/articles/22874