I Still Do
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18+/Sexy timesss
The book lay heavily in your hands. Thick cardstock and glossy full color pages bursting to life with each page turned.
You’d sprung for the fancy package, because why not? A matte black hard cover with gold embossing delicately scribbled across the front in some fancy schmancy font that one would usually associate with wedding invitations.
Those days had passed and they’d been fun enough. The planning, the excitement but while your friends had ooed and awwed over floral arrangements and cake choices you instead looked forward to other things.
A future with the man of your dreams. While you did find yourself giggling and joking with them about the trials and tribulations of marriage, it felt different. It felt right.
A lightness and a rightness in saying ‘yes’ to him.
That had been years ago and while, yes, there were some rough days. Some highs and lows. It still felt easy. Even those winding roads and unexpected things felt easy to navigate by his side.
Lately work had been consuming Billy’s every waking moment. Days chock full of meeting after meeting. Paperwork, spreadsheets, traveling, the whole gamut.
Even now as you peered around the corner into your bedroom he sat on the edge of the bed, laptop opened and furious typing filled the room.
His eyes roamed over the screen and a small wrinkle formed between his brows as he scowled at what was before him. You stood there peeking in on him, the book now behind your back, as you watched him.
His eyes never left the screen as he continued typing but his voice rang out, startling you a bit.
“Are you gonna stand there and hide or are you gonna come and save me from writing out another god forsaken email?”
You couldn’t help the chuckle that rushed past your lips.
“I’m out of view! How the heck did you see me?” His eyes still remained on the laptop but you noticed the way the corner of his mouth quirked up.
“I can hear you.”
“I was being quiet.”
“Quiet as a bulldozer.” You made a huff in faux anger as you walked over to the edge where he sat.
“That’s what I get for marrying a marine I guess.”
At that Billy’s eyes did leave the email he was angrily pounding out to look up at you. Hand reaching out and softly running the back along your jaw.
The sensation tickled and sparked something in the pit of your stomach. His dark eyes darted to the side then back to you.
“What’s behind your back.”
“Put away the laptop and I might show you.”
You’d never seen a work device shut and tossed aside so quickly. He grinned up at you, patting the bed next to him, smoothing a few wrinkles out of the duvet cover.
Coaxing yourself onto the mattress and pulling one leg to cross the other you quickly pulled the book around, holding it tight to your chest. Only the blank back cover showing.
He raised a brow, curiously inspecting the mysterious item. Waiting for you to proceed.
“I hate to the be the person on the receiving end of what sounded like a scathing email you were typing out.”
“Some people don’t understand gentle nudges.”
“You’ve been working really hard recently.” At that his interest in the book cooled as he looked briefly away, running his fingers through the dark locks on his head.
His hair had grown out longer, and his usual scruff was slowly morphing into a full beard. He’d barely had any time to eat let alone go to the barber.
It was unlike him. You joked that he was vain, but was there really anything wrong with wanting to keep up one’s appearance? Especially when one was the CEO of a booming corporation.
“I have, but I promise I’m going to start delegating more. It’s just these new recruits are all green and I can’t afford to have any mistakes. And I-“ he paused taking in your sympathetic face.
“And I don’t want to talk about. I’m here with you right now.” The grin returned to his face as a finger reached out and he tapped against the back of the book. “And I want to know what this is.”
Your grin turned feline, allowing the top of the book to drop down so he could grasp one end.
Billy’s eyes ran over the front cover, zipping back and forth before darting up to yours. His lips had parted ever so slightly and you could practically hear the gears turning in his head.
“Is this…what I think it is?”
“Well if you already know I guess you don’t have to look at it then.” You moved to take the book back but his grip held firm, tightening against the spine.
He pulled it another inch closer to him.
“You’re gonna be in big trouble if you don’t let me look.”
“Why do I feel like I’m already in big trouble?”
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you could see his resolve starting to melt away. A hungry look began to grow in his eyes, fixated on the cover.
It was too good and part of you wanted to drag it out longer but your poor husband. He was practically aching to look, so you let your hand drop and he immediately pulled the book into his lap and flipped open to the first page.
Then the second. The third. The fourth. With each page turning you could watch the lust seem to grow brighter and brighter in his eyes.
His breathing turned shallow and the tips of his ears had begun to turn the slightest shade of pink. After a long drawn out moment he spoke,
“When did you have this done?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” His hand shot out and grabbed ahold of your wrist. Tight and unyielding, until his thumb began to brush over your own heated skin.
“I think…you’d better tell me.”
He flipped to another page, then another.
“This one….this…God-“ he cut off, fingers drifting over the paper before him, twitching as they held the page between his thumb and forefinger.
Of course he’d focused in on that one. Not that you weren’t watching him now slowly losing it as he took in photo after photo of you.
A girlfriend had mentioned getting boudoir photos done before her wedding and there sparked an idea in your head.
Sure you two weren’t newly married, the honeymoon phase gone years ago. And yet the flame burned just as bright between the two of you.
There wasn’t a freckle, divet, or curve on you he hadn’t seen. Not a crease or mole he couldn’t place and yet as he devoured the photos from your own boudoir shoot it was as if it was all brand new.
The traditional lingerie shots had been fun, Lacey numbers that had way too many straps but looked gorgeous on camera.
A few of you surrounded by books, a white button up haphazardly falling off your shoulder as you held a book in your hands, a steamy romance novel. Eyeglasses dangling from your mouth.
The one he stopped on had been you, on your bed, Billy’s suit jacket draped over your shoulders. Covering enough, a satin thong sat on your thighs and you had one of his work ties pulled between your legs.
Your face, one of ecstasy, and you remember taking the shot and half telling the photographer not to leave it in. It had felt so raw and your cheeks turned pink when you’d seen it on their camera.
You remembered the thoughts you’d had to conjure up to make that face. Billy’s face pressed between your thighs, his moans drowning out your cries.
Billy beside you now, seemed to be humming with energy. He wasn’t physically shaking but you could see him nearly hanging on as his eyes scanned over each and every page.
After he’d consumed the entire book, and gone back about three times, he landed again on the tie picture.
Before you could ask if he liked it, a thought that felt silly and yet you’d never given a gift like this before. He was up and at the dresser, rifling through one of the drawers until he came away with a dark navy tie in hand.
“Was this it?” He asked, holding the swath of fabric. How he’d examined the image with the accuracy and precision only a marine could, of course he knew exactly which tie you’d used.
Your mouth barely open as you nodded. Not a split second and he was before you, knees bumping against yours as he held the item of clothing out, draping it around your neck and leaning in.
Fingers grasped your chin holding it in place as he lowered his eyes to meet yours.
“Recreate it.”
“W-what?” You couldn’t help the stammer that had escaped you.
“This picture. I want to see what it looked like, in real life.” You laughed at that.
“Billy-“ but you could tell from the way he was looking at you, a hunger so divine and untainted that you felt a shiver slither its way up your back. Heat pooling between your legs as his grip tightened ever so slightly on your chin.
Realizing you were the instigator of this situation your hands pulled the loose t shirt you were wearing off, tossing it to the side. Followed by your pajama shorts and socks.
You turned away from him to unclasp your bralette, “I’m gonna need your suit-“ but as you looked back around he was standing there holding one of his dark suit jackets out to you.
One hand over your chest and sticking your tongue out at him before pulling it over your shoulders. Glancing at the lining you realized this was the very same jacket from the photo.
“How did you..”
“It’s one of my custom tailored pieces.” You were still facing away from him but you felt his hot breath by your ear as his hand slid down the back of the fine material, giving your rear a squeeze in the process.
You squeaked at that before realizing. The underwear. You didn’t have them anymore. The dryer decided to eat them, tearing the satin fabric and creating quiet a mess to clean from the filter for you.
“I don’t have the thong anymore.”
His hands roamed over your back and along your waist, kneading at your sides as he let his head rest in the crook of your shoulder.
“That’s ok, do it without them.” You felt the heat bristling under your skin. Pinpricks of pleasure running just under the surface. You wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.
Instead you pushed away from him, letting his jacket cover your butt as you squatted down enough to get your much less sexy underwear off.
In your last attempt at a playful jest you tossed them over your shoulder at Billy who caught them effortlessly. A shit eating grin plastered across his face.
Letting one of the leg holes swing around his index finger playfully.
“Encore!” You shook your head at that before resuming your place on the bed as you had been on the photo shoot.
You could feel his gaze resting heavily on you. Every part of you.
Removing the tie from around your neck, wrapping slightly around your knuckles once then on the other hand letting the silky fabric come to rest between your legs.
The cool touch of the fabric grazing against the sensitive spot between your legs made you shudder softly.
“How’s this?” You asked, begging for the silence to be broken as you watched Billy, his whole attention focused on you.
“And make the face.” He said. A little to casually for your liking. Because of course, he wanted to see the whole scene played out.
You tried imagining the scenario again but being out on the spot, it felt so inorganic, so forced. He could tell.
“What if I helped you out?” The saliva in your mouth had fully dried up at this point. Help? “Close your eyes.”
You couldn’t stifle the halfhearted giggle you made as you said his name.
“Close.”
You did as he said. Eyelids drifting shut, licking your lips in anticipation. Not quite sure what his intention was.
You felt the warmth of his hand closing over your ankle, rubbing soft circles on your skin.
“Do you remember when we went to the beach up in Michigan?”
You nodded, licking your lips nervously.
“The way the breeze was..warm and inviting. And we had a cabin with our own private beach?” His hand moved up your leg to rest on the inside of your knee that was planted on the mattress.
“And when we got tired there was a patio with a hot tub overlooking the water as the sun set.” You could feel where this was going.
“And I seem to recall a few days where we didn’t even leave the bed.” He ran a finger up and down your thigh, depthless eyes looking up at you. Oh he was wicked.
“The way the sheets would get all tangled up and I could smell the fresh air in your hair. Feel the heat on your skin where the sun kissed you a little too much. How your lips tasted-“
The need swirling around in your stomach and that desperate desire to feel him inside you started to fire within every nerve.
“How did my lips taste, Billy?”
“Which ones?” His hand didn’t rise higher to where you needed him, but you were dying for contact, friction, anything.
Two could play at this game. Pulling the tie up tighter between your legs, not even feeling guilty for the gasp that left your lips at the soft drag of it against your body.
Billy’s eyes watched with rapt attention. You could feel the tell tale signs of pleasure building with each glide of his tie, certain you’d need to toss the thing aside before you soaked through it.
“And when we did finally leave the bed it was only so I could bury myself so deep into you on the beach that not even the waves and wind could drown out your screams.”
Your mouth opened in a silent moan, begging for release.
“That’s it, that’s my girl.” You didn’t need him to say it outright to know your face matched the picture. The same feelings coursing through you now were the ones you’d envisioned when taking the shot.
“Why don’t you make a mess on my tie, sweetheart?” The words had you grinding onto the fabric, but that wasn’t what you wanted.
It took more willpower than you’d care to admit to toss the tie aside, grabbing Billy by the shoulders and pulling him onto you as you both dropped onto the duvet and pillows.
Your mouths collide in a kiss only described as feral. Desperate to touch and taste each and every part of each others mouth. His tongue sliding against your own and you hear him groan loudly.
His hands brushing your hair away from your face, pieces caught up in the crossfire of your kiss. His palms coaxing the jacket open and running along your breasts.
Chest heaving you arch up into him to show your displeasure at his continued teasing. You can feel the hardness pressing into your thigh and you line up to grind against him fully.
The hiss he makes thrills you and is only amplified when you feel him grab a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck to him.
He licks a line up the column of your neck before pressing a scalding kiss to your jaw before working his way back down.
“Torturing me with those photos.” He murmured as his lips continued to lavish along your collar bones then along the swell of your breasts.
His body settling into the cradle of your thighs and you pushed up again dying to feel his cock, hot and pulsing against you.
“Someone is eager.” He huffed out, a smile playing across his face as his mouth continued its devilish work sucking on one of your nipples. The other under the palm of his hand.
“Billy, I swear to god…please.” A weak plea answered with a roll of his hips against you and you felt dizzy with desire.
Your mind felt fuzzy and in that haziness you managed to free one of your arms, letting it drift between your bodies. Pressing firmly to where his pants had become unbearably tight.
The sound he made as you stroked the front of his pants sent electricity shooting up your spine. All these clothes needed off. Now.
Any other day Billy would be even more tortuous, drawing out your pleasure but tonight after viewing that picture book he seemed in just as much a rush as you.
Fumbling over remaining clothing, ripping open buttons, unzipping and sliding out of his suit jacket eventually he was just as bare as you.
Capturing your lips in another toe curling kiss. His scent filling your nostrils and your own hands tangled up in his hair and the sheets.
“Please please-“ you could feel him pressed against your thigh, the silky hardness so close to where you needed him.
You feel his hand caress the side of your face once more, turning your face so your eyes meet his fully. His expression is enough to undo you. Passion mixed with awe, tenderness and thrill.
And people say married life is boring.
No words need exchanged as you feel him slide home, stretching you slowly. You swear you can feel each ridge and vein on him. Forcing air into your lungs as you feel him fill you up completely.
“How’s my girl?” He asked placing a gently kiss on your temple. His body hovering just above yours.
“Good.” You say rather breathless. Mind unable to focus on anything beyond him within you. How his body seemed to melt into yours perfectly.
His hips slotted against yours and then a gentle rocking. Your eyes squeezed shut, relishing the push and pull, hips rising up to meet each arc and rock.
It’s delicious, but not enough. Faster, deeper. Your ankles cross behind his lower back, pulling him even closer to you as he grinds into you.
Billy grunts as he begins to pick up the pace. Your body feels heated, his hot breath next to your ear, then a few open mouthed kisses to your pulse point on your neck.
Filling you up deeper and deeper. Your moans match alongside the noises he’s making. You can tell he’s close the louder he gets.
Your mouths move against one another, desperate longing. He rocks faster and faster. Claiming your mouth and body all at once.
Your orgasm snuck up on you, slowly swirling through your entire essence then you lost it all at once.
Sweating, breathless, holding onto Billy for dear life as you said his name over and over. His hips continued their relentless sway carrying you through your bliss.
Then it was his turn to join you. Pushing off from the bed, holding you tight against his chest as he emptied himself into you. A loud groan followed by expletives and final few thrusts.
Both of you toppling off to the side, panting heavily. You moved to wipe a few pieces of sweat soaked hair from his forehead, then placing a kiss to the now clear spot.
You found yourself mesmerized by his dark lashes, watching them flutter as he took in a full breath. Cheeks no longer ruddy and red but fading to a softer pink.
The two of you laid there in silence, coming down from the post climax high. Basking in the afterglow, the only sound your breathing coming back to center.
After a moment Billy turned to you, his fingers brushing up the length of your arm.
“Thank you.”
“I’d say I got a little something out of it too.” You chuckled, running the back of your buckles over his cheek. He laughed in response.
“I meant for the book, but yes also this.” You snuggled closer to him, just enjoying being in his arms. Yes, married life was bliss.
The next morning you rolled over still groggy from sleep, a satisfied ache between your legs. Billy’s side of the bed was empty but you could hear him moving about getting ready for work.
Sounds of the coffee pot being turned on and that delicious aroma wafted in from the kitchen. A moment later you saw him standing in the doorway, anvil mug in hand as he took a sip of the fresh brew.
“I’m heading out. Coffees on. I promise not to be too late tonight” he grinned as you sleepily nodded, bed head and all. He lowered the mug and with a wave turned on his heel, the front door closing behind him.
