Hopeless Romantic🌷

it's late when sammy comes home, the house is dark except for the living room where you left a lamp on for him. he's tired. today had been one of the more stressful ones, a case got out of hand and when they finally got that over with, he had papers waiting for him on his desk. safe to say he was eager to finally get home to his wife.

sammy finds you asleep, as he expected, in your bedroom. but what he didn't expect was your clothing—or lack thereof.

there you were, sprawled on your navy sheets, topless. from where he stands, sammy takes in the image of you; on your stomach, your bare back in the open, one leg hiked up. and listen, he's just a man! he's not exactly sorry that he can't keep his eyes off your ass, clad in just your underwear.

just like that, sammy decides he isn't tired anymore.

he really shouldn't be surprised. you've been complaining the entire week about the heat, been taking showers like twice a day, and wearing less and less clothing as you walk around the house. he guesses tonight you've finally had enough of it. and fuck, was he grateful.

he gets on the bed slowly, crawling to your side, and lays his hand on your back, lets his fingertips slide up your spine and watches as you shift a little at the touch. pressing soft kisses on your shoulder, he gently turns you over on your back. he smiles as you hum, aware of his presence now.

“hey, honey.” he mumbles on your skin.

“hi, sammy.”

he presses his lips on yours, sighing as he finally feels you again, your soft lips, your hands on his cheeks—feels he's home again.

“missed you so much today.” you whisper against his mouth.

“yeah?” he hums. his lips move lower, starts to trail kisses from your jaw to your neck. he shifts so that he's more ontop of you, covering you with his weight, tits pressing up against the fabric of his shirt and the stiffness in his pants rubbing on your thigh.

“sammyyy, it's hot.” you whine, he was practically a blanket of heat on you.

his hand runs up and down your waist, the coolness of his wedding band a contrast to the warmth of his palm.

“i know, honey, 'm sorry,” sammy cooes, “how 'bout a cold shower together after, hm?”

his tongue on your neck sends a shudder through you, “okay.”

“atta girl.”

moving his head down, you gasp as he takes your nipple into his mouth, hand flying to his head to bury your fingers in his curls.

“fuck, baby,” your back arches into him, seeking more, his hand playing with your other breast.

sammy pulls off with a wet pop, eyes meeting your own as he shuffles down between your legs. “so gorgeous, y'know that? my gorgeous wife, sleeping all pretty and naked in our bed, christ, you drive me crazy.”

“you knew what you were doing, honey, didn't you?” he says as he kisses your thighs, ignoring the place where you desperately need him, “knew i was gonna come in and see you like this, and you were gonna get what you want.”

“no, i promise! it was hot!” well, maybe you knew what you were doing, but sammy didn't need to know that.

“y'don't have to lie, you know i know when you do. i'll give you anythin' you want, won't even make you wait.”

pulling your panties off, sammy hooks your legs over his shoulders. true to his word, he doesn't make you wait any longer. his tongue licks a stripe up your cunt before fully burying his head between your thighs to devour you properly.

“fuck, sammy!” your head hits the pillow, back arching off the bed while he groans into you, his tongue coming up to your clit, flicking and swirling on the sensitive little nub.

sammy's hands leave your thighs to find yours, pulling them off the sheets you were fisting to intertwine your fingers with his. the act makes your heart warm.

with how hard you're squeezing your thighs around his head, you're surprised he's still breathing. but sammy's not letting up, instead he doubles down, his mouth is making a mess on you, both his spit and your wetness smearing everywhere.

he's moaning against you. in the midst of your pleasure, you barely notice the way sammy's humping his clothed cock against the mattress. you just look so pretty and sound so sweet, he can't help it!

“feels so good, sammy, ngh-”

it doesn't take long for that coil inside you to tighten and threaten to snap, not when your husband was devouring you like it was the last time he'll be able to taste you.

you almost scream when he slips two thick fingers inside you, curling them and pressing into that spot that makes you see stars. “im so close, please, please-”

“yeah, honey?” he murmurs against your pussy, “y'know what to do, don't you? if you wanna come,”

the death grip you have on sammy's fingers was surely cutting off circulation. “can- oh fuck! can i come, please, sammy, please?”

“good girl, honey, yeah you can come” he moans before sucking your clit into his mouth, fingers fucking into you faster.

you come with a loud cry of his name, hips lifting off the bed and thighs shaking, sammy keeps his fingers moving as the high washes over you.

and they don't stop.

“baby- too much, it's too much!” you whimper as the overstimulation creeps in.

you try to close your thighs around his hand but he beats you to it, the hand that was previously holding yours moving to force your leg down on the bed.

“nuh-uh, pretty, you're gonna gimme one more, okay?” though his voice is gentle, the command is there, and there's no way around it.

keeping the pace of his hand, sammy is over you again, mouthing at your chest, your neck, and up to your lips, tongue breaching in to meet yours.

you're moaning into his mouth, barely kissing back, as his fingers keep fucking into you, almost painfully now, but despite that, it still feels so damn good. sammy knows that, sees the way your hips move, chasing him.

seeing the tears threatening to spill from your pretty eyes has him grinding his cock into your thigh.

“come on, sweet girl, you can do it, can't you? i know you can 'cause you're my good girl.” he cooes against your lips.

the second orgasm crashes in with little to no warning.

sammy swallows your cries and whimpers as you come around his fingers for the second time.

“fuckkk, there ya go, honey, that's it..”

when he finally takes his fingers out, you're twitching and panting, eyes closed as you come down. you miss the way sammy takes his fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices off.

opening your eyes again, you grow aware of the sweat covering your body, wincing as you feel the dampness of the sheets under your back.

“m'all sweaty now” you grumble.

your husband chuckles, brushing his nose against yours, “m'sorry, honey.”

he plants a soft kiss on your lips and removes the stands of hair that stuck to your forehead due to sweat.