Let‘s pretend this was posted on Valentine’s Day uhmmm but the thought of gifting yourself to your Husband….
cw: arledick, the usual arlecchino menu from chef Alba
„What a… peculiar gift…“ her hand formed a fist at the sight, throat visibly moving as her arm reached back to lock the door to your bedroom behind her.
„Hm…? You don’t like it…?“ you tilted your head as you let the dress you were wearing seconds ago drop to the floor, leaving you bare for your husband’s eyes to observe the… ribbon that‘s adoring your chest, accompanied by a red, lacy slip. Her favorite color. the fine fabric hugging your curves gently and even squeezing the fat of your breasts together that causes her throat to run as dry as Sumeru’s desert.
For a moment she was silent. Crimson eyes smoldering with what you identified as self-restraint as she made her way towards you, two charcoal fingers sliding underneath her tie to loosen up the knot. „I would like to take my earlier wish about not wanting any presents back.“
“Do you now…? I don’t know if I can make an exception for you this time…“ you tried to mask your excitement with confidence in your words as Arlecchino let a finger run idly over the silk binding your chest together before she caught the end of the ribbon between her thumb and index finger.
“Is that so…? Then why even go such lengths for a gift in the first place?” with the hint of a smirk she slowly started to pull at the fabric, a second hand planting itself on your lower back to pull you close enough until you could smell the hint of her expensive perfume. A mix of burnt wood and a hint of cinnamon, not too sweet but also not too strong. A scent that somehow fit her so well.
Despite your earlier teasing you simply let her. Let her undo the hard work you sentenced yourself to this afternoon to surprise her with yourself. Watching her tongue lick over her lower lip as your breasts slowly weighted back down the more she tugged on the ribbon.
“Like what you’re seeing…?” you ask in a low whisper as your hand comes up to pull her down to your height, feeling her hot breath fan against your face as you recognize the lingering scent from the glass of wine she enjoyed back at the restaurant.
Instead of answering you, her hand abandoned its grip on the silk to engulf yours in a firm grasp and leading it to…
“Satisfying enough?” her low voice barely reached your brain as you cupped the heavy bulge in your palm when your husband leaned down enough for her side bang to tickle your cheek as her lips brush the shell of your ear.
“It appears I might have forgotten about my last gift for you, darling. Would you be so kind and unwrap it…?” she rumbled before pressing a kiss to your ear, her hand on your back now firmly squeezing your ass as she lifts you up from the floor to carry you over to the bed.
“You never let me keep the upper hand–”, a moan escaped you as soon as her lips found your neck when your back hit the soft mattress. The painful boner in her pants pressing almost dreadfully into your clothed cunt where slick already started pooling underneath and become evident in the form of a dark spot on the fine fabric.
“That’s because you don’t want to keep the upper hand, dearest.” Arlecchino notes, fondling your soft tit in her warm hand as she licks up a hot stripe over the spot on your skin that forces the hair on your neck to stand up. “You want me to stuff that greedy hole of yours with my dick until you can barely form a coherent thought inside that beautiful head of yours, is that not correct?”, she murmurs, voice heavy with desire as your hands already began to work on her belt with almost rushed movements. You needed these stupid pants gone.
“Yes, I do. And I want it to happen fast.”, you almost grunt at her as you fail to open up her belt.
“My, such honesty… Very well.” she spoke before sitting up on her knees and pulled the belt out of the loops from her pants with a few smart hand moves. “Turn around. I want your ass in my face.”
