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you hadn’t planned for this. really, you hadn’t. when you showed up at the hospital with a little gift bag decorated with cute seals, filled with pastel macaroons, your intentions were nothing but pure. you didn’t even think to lock the door. you just wanted to hand your poor, overworked husband some treats to get him through the day… but all zayne wanted was you. 

you, on top of him, to be exact. he didn’t even wait for your greeting, beckoning you over and pulling you into his lap as soon as you were within reach. he guides you to straddle him and you gasp when you feel his hard erection dig into your panty clad cunt. 

“missed you, my love,” he murmurs, voice low as he leans into you, pressing his face against your chest. he nuzzles there with a kind of desperate affection, his hands settling on your waist with a touch caught somewhere between gentle and needy. “it’s been too long.”

you laugh breathily, “you saw me this morning, zayne.”

“that was so long ago,” he whispers. he peeks up at you, hazel eyes filled with love and desire. then comes the experimental rock, his hands guiding your hips as they grind against his aching cock. when you moan softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, his eyes darken with even more need. 

and you can tell zayne’s need is near carnal with how the little rock of your hips morph into full blown grinding. 

“ah, zayne,” you moan airly, throwing your head back as he practically fucks you over your cock. “mmm, put it inside, please,”

he groans, taking your exposed neck as an invitation to place open mouthed kisses on the column of your throat. “no, no, my love—fuck, it feels so much better like this, doesn’t it?” he pants, his breath hot against your skin and it lights you on fire. “can’t you feel how much i missed you this way?”

and zayne gets even greedier—nevermind that he’s at work. you’re the only thing he’s been able to think about for hours. someone could walk in on the two of you right now and he wouldn’t stop. he couldn’t. he holds you tighter, pulling you closer with a need that borders on overwhelming. his movements grow more urgent, more desperate—like he’s trying to close every last inch of space between you. the only thing that separates you are the three thin layers of fabric. 

the three layers you’ve soaked through. your cunt gushes arousal and it soddens your panties and seeps through the fabric of his slacks.

then you feel what he feels. the pleasure shooting through you, the heat flooding your stomach, your mind emptying as the only thoughts that remain are the thoughts of him. you have to contain your moans, but a whimper of his name crawls out of your throat and the broken, needy sound echos in his office.

he sounds a moan of his own, the sound vibrating through you adding to the intense pleasure. “give it to me, sweetheart. please?” he pleads, his voice catching on the last word. it cracks under the weight of his need. the weight of his greed. “i need it.”

next time you visit your poor, overworked husband, you’ll remember to bring him a change of clothes, too. 

kit says… REPOST bc i couldn’t stand the original format of this and it was making me tweak out. so sorry if you’ve already read it LOL

“oh awesome! What books do you read?”