It’s turned out to be a lazy Sunday today. My husband and I were supposed to go out hiking, but the weather dictated otherwise. It was raining outside, a quiet, colorful rain. The trees looked so green from their fresh meal. The plants were so vibrant, the flowers bursting with hot pinks, blood oranges, and lemon yellows. The sky wasn’t too dark either, letting some rays of sunshine down occasionally. The rain was consistent though, enough to keep us indoors. I was out in my sunroom, with my glass of wine, watching nature flourish. The husband was inside prepping dinner.
We decided to have steak tonight. Our Sundays are, “treat yourself to a fancy dinner,” day. Last Sunday, he smoked ribs. They were fall off the bone, melt in your mouth, delicious! He makes the most delectable food! I hear him call out to me; he needs my help prepping dinner. I walk over to see he is marinating the steaks at the kitchen island. There is also a platter of veggies, waiting to be cut up. That was usually my job, cutting up the veggies. Standing there, I’m watching him caress the steaks with seasoning. Why does watching my husband do anything with his fingers get me warm and fuzzy inside? His shirt was thrown over his shoulder. He was using it as a rag to wipe off his erotic fingers. Kitchen towels are overrated.
I refilled my glass of wine as I decided to not help with prepping dinner. I was admiring the scars on my husband’s torso and started reminiscing. He has one on his left rib cage. It starts mid-way from his back and runs downward stopping before his abdominals. This one is hard to believe. I was riding him reverse cowgirl and had leaned back on him, resting my right hand on his torso. I was sitting still for a moment, trying to embrace the pressure of his dick in the front of my vagina. He soon started thrusting himself inside me, since I hadn’t moved for a few seconds. One thrust though, punched me so deep and hard, it was straight pain. I let out the loudest moan, more of a yell, and flung my body forward. Along the way, my fingers had clenched down and drug along his rib cage. He then grunted loudly, and I knew got him good. I looked back and saw blood dripping down along his rib cage. I remember it was a crimson red colored. I was concerned for just a moment but ended un letting out a laugh; We were both in pain.
Another scar that he has, is on his back. Right down the muscle along his spine. We were on our honeymoon when he got that one. The classic missionary. We were going at it when my husband leaned down on top of me. My arms reached up to hold his back. He leaned down on his elbows, holding my shoulders to keep my body from moving away from him. I remember feeling how hard he was getting inside of me. At one point, he thrusted in deep, punching the end of my vagina. I let out a shriek and I think my whole body shot back half of a foot in the bed. My arms swung down his back, and my fingers gripped on, scratching him deep into his skin. He grunted out, loud and long. I thought he was going to fall over. He was frozen on top of me, his head down, doing breathing exercises, trying to let the pain and the burning of his skin subside. After a short while, he regained his strength and we went on for a few more times that night. I remember when we went to shower, I inspected his back. Blood had streaked in all directions. Down his back, over to his arm, up to his neck. Part of me felt bad after that one.
This reminiscing had gotten me excited. My husband was now cutting up the veggies. I took a drink of my wine and set it down on the island. Walking around to him, I dipped myself down and up in between his arms. He looked down to me smiling and gave me a kiss. It was soft and sent sparks through my body. I reached my arms up and wrapped them around his neck. Not letting go, I want to keep kissing, I want him to get in the mood. Our lips became magnets, pressing hard, breathing harder. It was hot. Warmth starts growing throughout my groin area. I can feel his cock coming to life, yes! Still kissing, I feel his arms moving around. I’m assuming it’s the knife and the cutting board full of veggies that he is pushing aside.
Next thing I know, he picks me up onto the counter. His hands tightly grip my hips and he pulls me to the edge of the island. I can feel his bulge against my downstairs. Luckily, I’m not wearing pants, so it is easy for him to slip his fingers under my undies and right into my vagina. My hands have a grip on his neck. Still kissing in a feverish mood, he has two fingers inside of me. Thrusting them in and out, his palm is upward pressing against my clit. His hand sometimes squeezes down there, and I feel like he is going to lift me up from my vagina. It sends butterflies up into my stomach. His hands leave my vagina and he reaches up to take my undies off. He tosses them somewhere and unbuttons and unzips his jeans. He steps in between my legs, not taking his pants off. He is teasing me but pleasuring himself. He wants me to reach down into his pants and retrieve what I want.
Resuming our make out session, my husband is squeezing my thigh and tangling his fingers through my hair. My hands grab each side of his pants and pulls them down. One hand reaches into his boxers to pull out his cock. He started using his tongue with his kissing, shoving it deep in my mouth. I caress his dick, stroking it up and down. My other hand moves down to cup his balls, squeezing them every time I pull him in closer to me. I get to play with both of us. I keep his dick at the entrance to my vagina. I stroke my hand up, pulling his head and my thumb up around my clit, and then stroke him back down. Leaving his head at my vagina, I stroke him up again, this time his head enters my vagina and I circle my thumb around my clit and stroke him back down. Leaving something in the doorway of your vagina is the biggest fucking tease. The sensation becomes unbearable. Tingles shoot out from my clit and ovaries. My legs are shaking as I bring them up behind my husband to pull him in. He gets the signal and thrusts his cock in deep. His hand goes to hold my back and his other goes straight to my clit, vibrating it as he thrusts himself in and out. Those tingles were explosions. My legs could barely stay up and my spine arches back. He leans in and kisses my neck, down to my breasts, taking bites out of my nipples. Numbness comes over me, up to my cheeks and down my spine. I start to get heavier and when he can’t hold me up any longer, I fall back onto the island counter.
My husband is holding my waist knowing that it’s his turn. His thrusting slows down, he is watching himself go in and out. He loves the sensation, but it is torturing me. He leans over to kiss my breasts again. One of my hands reach up to keep him there. My other hand rests over his shoulder against his neck. He decides to pick up his pace again. Thrusting faster and deeper, I can feel his dick getting harder. Suddenly, he jolts my entire body with one big thrust. I yell out as my vagina feels instant pain. It was just rammed by his hard dick. My hand around his neck clenches down and I scratch him along his neck under his ear. He grunts a long, deep, tone and tosses his head to the side. His hand slams down on the counter. I look and see that there is blood coming out of his neck. I did it again. He brings himself up, staying inside of me, and stands there for a moment. He tosses his head back out of defeat. Taking a deep breath, he reaches his hand up to feel the side of his neck. “For fuck sakes.” He says, feeling it is wet with blood, he wipes it off. He looks at me and my hand is over my mouth trying to hide a smile or keep from laughing. He looks back down to his hand, leans in and grabs my neck to pull me upright. I gasp at the touch and tingling sensations shoot out of my ovaries. It was hot honestly. He gives me a long intense kiss, presses his forehead to mine and shakes his head back and forth. He has to deal with the repercussions again. He grabs his shirt off the island, wipes his hand and wipes the blood off his neck. He places the shirt in between my legs. So thoughtful since I just tried to kill him. Reaching down to pull his pants up, he also finds my underwear. He hands them to me as I slide off the kitchen island.
Grabbing my wine, I head back to my sunroom. He can’t see me smirking, but I speak up to let him know, “Thanks for being my scratching post today!”