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The anticipation sent a shiver through Bobby as he pulled up in the driveway. It had been a long week of alternating shifts between him and Athena and they’d barely been able to spend any time alone. Thankfully, that wouldn’t be the case tonight. Athena had the day off and he had a day shift, meaning they’d planned to have the night to themselves. Even going as far to make sure Harry had plans and would be out of the house.
The double beeps alerted him to a text. He picked up his phone to see a message from his wife. Are you going to sit out there or are you coming inside?
He smirked. Someone’s impatient.
Very. The simple text was followed by a picture. Bobby swallowed thickly as he opened the tantalizing picture of what little she was currently wearing. He pocketed the device and quickly got out the car with responding. She’d been sending him message like that for the last few hours, less than suggestive about her plans for them when he got home.
As soon as he walked in the door, he saw her leaning against the arm of the couch. He dropped his bag, jacket, and helmet quickly at the bottom of the stairs and just took in the sight of her. The deep red and black lace, silk nightgown was one he’d seen many times before, but he would never tire of seeing her in it.
“Welcome home,” she greeted as she sauntered over to him. Bobby pulled her flush against him and kissed her, deep and passionate. Hands began to roam her waist, moving to her ass, giving it a squeeze, as he kept going down to her thighs. He was about to forgo all plans, pick her up and carry her to their bedroom when she stopped him.
“Now who’s the impatient one,” she breathed as she caught her breath, looking him in the eye.
“I blame the messages you’ve been sending me.”
“Mhmm.” She bent down in front of him, grabbing his discarded jacket and helmet. He raised an eyebrow in silent question. She just shrugged her shoulders and said, “I’ll be needing these.”
“So I guess we’re-”
“Yep.” She slung the jacket over her shoulder, “while I’m getting into character, why don’t you get comfortable. I think the LAFD is going to put out a kitchen fire tonight,” she winked at him as she donned his helmet and walked into the bedroom, shutting the door.
He couldn’t love this woman more if he tried. It wasn’t rare for them to try things like this. They’d found out, very quickly, at the beginning of their relationship how compatible they were sexually. Fortunately, they hadn’t lost any of that drive in their marriage and the passion’s only gotten better with time.
To give the night a romantic flare, he turned the lights down and pulled some candles from the bookshelf, lighting them on the coffee table. He also turned on some music to add to the mood. He stripped out his clothing right there in the living room, paying little attention to where he was tossing them. Then went straight into the kitchen and started clearing everything off the island. Thoughts of her laid out on top of it and bent over it excited him relentlessly.
The sound of a door closing pulled him from his thoughts. Only the noise didn’t sound like the bedroom door. His suspicions were furthered by footsteps coming down the stairs. Thinking quickly there were only three people that had keys to the house, with two of them accounted for that only left… no sooner than the thought crossed his mind did he hear his wife ask his stepdaughter what she was doing here. He cut the music off while mouthing a string of expletives and quickly grabbed the apron hanging near him giving him some semblance of a cover. Although, he knew the material wasn’t going to hide what he had going on beneath it, not to mention the non existent back. He looked around the living room, thankfully he wasn’t completely careless and none of his clothes were in her sight.
Stopping her and making sure she didn’t come in the kitchen to get her mail, he made his presence known, much to his chagrin. Hopefully this was the first and last time she ever sees him like that. Both of them flustered and embarrassed, she couldn’t look him in the eye as she handed him a blanket to cover up further. He groaned inwardly when Athena said she couldn’t find it. Of course she couldn’t, he’d stupidly hid it in the closet. As he ran past her to the bedroom to get her mail and packages out, he couldn’t figure if would have been worse if he had left it in the kitchen.
As he handed her things, she couldn’t leave fast enough. When the door closed behind her and he heard the sound of her car pulling out of the driveway. He looked towards Athena standing next to him, initial shock wearing off and starting to find the humor in the situation. “Well, she’s traumatized.”
“Good, now she’ll remember to call first.” Athena said, wrapping her arms around him. She leaned up on her toes and kissed him. She unwrapped the blanket from his waist and tossed it.
“So we’re just going to pretend like the last 10 minutes didn’t happen.” It wasn’t a question. He untied the apron and tossed it in the same direction, leaving him in his boxer briefs.
Her eyes roamed as her fingers caressed his chest and stomach, lightly skimming over his dick, lips curving into a seductive smile. “You read my mind.” Mood reset, his lips were on hers once more.
As his mouth explored hers, he unzipped his jacket. “You know I love when you wear my uniform, but right now I want it off of you.” He slid the jacket off of her shoulders tossing it on the couch near by. He waked them back into the bedroom. He hated having to shelve his idea of having her on the counter for now, but taking their escapade to the bedroom seemed to be for the best. Maybe tomorrow morning, though, after Harry left for school.
Even though their roleplay didn’t work out like they wanted, he had another idea, something he was going to suggest later in the night anyway, that she would probably be up for. “Since we’re experimenting tonight, I want to try something,” he told her as he let go of her waist and took a couple of steps back.
A seductive smirk crossed her lips as her looked him up and down. “What did you have in mind?”
“I want to watch you while you get yourself off.”
Her lips curved up into a full blown smile. They could be adventurous and even downright competitive when it came down to how to ignite the other’s pleasure. But this is something they’d never tried. Outside of phone sex, of course, but they weren’t able to see each other.
“So is this going to be a mutual thing, or…” she trailed off.
“Nope,” he said after a moment of thought, “I’m just an observer.” He smirked before saying, “unless you want me to participate”. He had a specific reason for why he wanted to this, but the thought of mutual masturbation was a turn on.
“You don’t have to. I’m more than fine with an audience.” She pinched the straps of her satin gown, bringing the material past her shoulders, letting it go to slide down her body to pool at her feet. “I just don’t think you’ll be able to keep your hands to yourself.”
The reflex to grab her made him reach towards her almost instantly. He put his hand back at his side and chose to stare. The beauty of this woman would never cease to amaze him. He felt desire pooling in his stomach and tightening of his underwear. All that soft skin begging to be touched.
This might be more difficult than he initially anticipated.
“See,” she teased with a self satisfied smirk.
But he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. Crossing his arms over his chest, he didn’t respond to her goading. She walked over to him and kissed him before making her way to the bed.
Laying back she made a show of taking off the lacy material and, in a surprising turn, tossing in his direction. He caught them, running his fingers over thin, slightly damp material. She propped up on her elbows, looking him in the eye, opening her thighs wider. “Last chance,” she teased as she moved one of her hands along her inner thigh. That almost broke his resolve right then and there, but he kept his arms crossed, not saying a word.
He watched intently as the hand that was on her inner thigh drifted to her center, running over her lips, teasing herself and him. It was an action he recognized well and he did this to her all the time. Spreading her legs wider, she laid back completely, eyes already drifting closed, letting out a groan as she ran her middle finger from her core to her clit a couple before giving all of her attention to that little bundle of nerves.
She was in her own head as her moans increased in volume and the movement of her fingers sped up. Bobby didn’t take his eyes off her for a second, enthralled and hard as all hell. He licked his lips as he moved closer to bed, watching her other hand grip the sheets and her hips starting to move with the rhythm of her fingers.
His imagination ran wild with the possibilities of what she could be thinking about that was turning her on. He thought about asking her, but didn’t want to break her concentration. God, she looked so beautiful like this, relaxed and satisfied. They were definitely doing this more often, even as he knew he was on the last leg of his self control.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned out as her back arched off the bed, a telltale sign she was close.
That was it.
Moving between her legs, he quickly replaced her hands with his mouth. “What-” she began to question before catching on to what was happening. His tongue licked and circled her clit before sucking the nub between his lips. Her loud moans were beautiful as her legs tightened around his head and her fingers ran through his hair. He had a firm grip on her hips as he worked her over. “Fuck, right there.” Call it ego, pride, or whatever, but he loved giving her this feeling, driving her crazy, and bringing her pleasure like this.
And his ego was definitely boosted as she came undone around and under him, screaming out his name in bliss. With one final swipe of his tongue, he loosened his hold on her hips, not moving his hands away completely, and looked up at her. Hair messed, breathing heavily as she came down from her high. His thumb rubbed soft circles into her hips.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself.”
He wanted to tell her that her that he’d have more self control next time they did this, but he knew not to make promises he couldn’t keep. So he settled on, “shut up.” She laughed as he moved on top her, silenced by him bringing his lips to hers.
She rolled them over on his back, placing herself on top. She released his lips and sat up to straddle his lap. Her hands down his bare chest and she ground her wet heat on his ever present erection still beneath his boxer briefs. “We should do something about this.”
“What do you have in mind?” He asked as he ran his hands over her thighs.
“I have a couple of ideas.”