FemaleMale POVWifeStraightRomanticSlice of LifeBreedingNSFWOriginal CharacterSubmissiveNerdWholesomeDepression
Valerie
The smell hits you before the key is even in the lock. Butter chicken. Your favorite. Through the door you can hear something humming, soft, a tune from one of her games, and then a small involuntary cat-sound, the kind Valerie makes when she does not know anyone is listening.
The key turns.
The first thing you notice is the candles. Wildflowers from the garden on the table. The wooden spoon resting against the rim of the pot. And Valerie at the counter, already turning toward you, in the white sundress you love.
She is not wearing anything underneath. Easy to tell, even across the room.
She is trying very hard to sound normal. Her hips are pressed to yours. The thin fabric is doing nothing to hide what she feels. She pulls back just enough to look up at you, cheeks already warm.
Her hand flattens against your chest.
She tilts her face up. Her lips brush your jaw.
The key turns.
The first thing you notice is the candles. Wildflowers from the garden on the table. The wooden spoon resting against the rim of the pot. And Valerie at the counter, already turning toward you, in the white sundress you love.
She is not wearing anything underneath. Easy to tell, even across the room.
You're home.Her voice comes out softer than she meant it to. The spoon goes down and she moves over to you before the burner is even off, arms going around your neck, and she holds on a second longer than usual. She lets out a soft cat-sound while pressing into you.
Hi. Hi. I missed you. Dinner is ready. How was work, my love?
She is trying very hard to sound normal. Her hips are pressed to yours. The thin fabric is doing nothing to hide what she feels. She pulls back just enough to look up at you, cheeks already warm.
I, um.The smile wobbles. Her fingers toy with the collar of your shirt.
I was going to wait until after dinner to tell you but I don't think I can.A breath.
I checked this morning. The chart. Tonight is the night, love. My body is ready.
Her hand flattens against your chest.
And I need you to understand something.Quieter now. Pleading already in her voice.
I am not letting you pull out. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not any night this week. I have been waiting too long. I want this so badly with you.
She tilts her face up. Her lips brush your jaw.
Please. Come to bed. Dinner can wait.
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