A Dreamer

You. sitting on the bed, your short nightgown hiking up your thighs and the dim light of the lamp casting a warm soft glow against your body. He paused. Eyes glued on you as a smirk slowly starts to form on his lips.

“My.. my.. What a sight for sore eyes..” He purrs, walking towards the bed. His eyes remain glued on you as he places his pistol and knife sheath on the nightstand. “Couldn’t sleep, James.” You whisper with a small cheeky smile playing on your lips. You moved a bit, the new position making your nightgown reveal more. You gave him just enough of a view to see your panties underneath your nightgown.

You saw the way your lovingly perverted husband’s head tilt to get a better view of your panties underneath your nightgown. “So you waited for me, little dove?” He asks as he reaches for his sheathed knife that he placed on the nightstand earlier. You let out a soft “Mhm.” at that. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers.

He thought a kill would be enough to satisfy him for the night as usual. Yet it seemed that his wife had more in store for him tonight.

He then spreads your thighs gently and pulls out his knife from its sheath. He hooks the sharp tip of the knife on the fabric of your panties, using it to push your panties aside, revealing your wet folds. His favorite view.

The moment he pushed your panties aside using his knife? It made your mind go blank. Your pupils dilate. The further plans in your mind on how to seduce him further tonight disappeared so quickly. Now, all you know is that you badly want him to now take the lead and take. you. right. now.

He hums with a satisfied smile on his lips as he continues to take a good view. 

“My, you waited for me very eagerly, it seems..”

“Yes love..” You breathlessly spoke. He unhooks the tip of his knife from the fabric of your panties, slowly sliding it up to your chest and back down, the tip of the knife freezing on your abdomen as you breathe out: 

“Tear it open, James.”

James’ eyebrows shot up at your breathless suggestion; telling him to tear open your nightgown. “Tsk tsk,” he clicks his tongue. “Not tonight, my love. I would prefer to do that on our anniversary.” You let out a low flattered chuckle at that. You watch him toss the knife carelessly on the nightstand, his hands then making their way to the button and zipper of his trousers and then undoing them. You continued watching as your breath hitches. You’ve been patiently waiting for this since earlier. 

The moment you felt his tip nudge your folds, you hips bucks a bit. He smirks once again at the eagerness of his beloved wife. He finally guides his cock to your entrance, his lips pressing against each other, forming a thin line as he pushes in your warmth. Finally, the empty and needy feeling you feel down there is now being taken care of, making a pleasurable gasp escape those lips of yours.

“Is this what you’ve been waiting for, dearest?” He grunts as he starts to thrust. He wants his thrusts to immediately hit deep. And when it did, you loved it. It’s exactly what you needed. You nodded eagerly, one of your hands making its way to grip the side of the pillow that your head is resting on. James’ other hand shoots out to grab your wrist and pins it hard on the mattress as he leans down his body a bit to thrust deeper. “Mmh.. so deep, James.” You whimper, making him growl in response. 

You love how he’s so good at making sounds during sex, it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. Feeling butterflies in your stomach while he’s deep inside of you is a deadly combo. It makes you clench tighter around him.

James felt that. He groans your name as his hand that was holding your hip moves to crumple and grip on the fabric of your nightgown that was resting on your lower stomach. He straightens up, making him pull your hips up with him. He also slowly drags his hand away from the wrist of yours that he had been pinning on the mattress earlier. This brings a new angle of his thrusts that makes your head spin in pleasure. You want to close your eyes tightly due to so much pleasure. But god.. The view of him in his new position is unfairly attractive.

The way he looks right now is majestic. Him holding your hips up to meet his thrust by only gripping the fabric on your nightgown on your lower stomach part makes the veins on his forearm bulge + how the dim lighting falls on him from your perspective? He’s like a damn majestic being sexing you so good. Each thrust was aimed straight for the center of your pleasure.

James then feels that you’re close, your walls are clenching and throbbing. His grunts turn into those pathetic, visceral moans and gasps along with him twitching and throbbing inside you as well. His muscles then locked tight, and there it goes. The warm liquid that you’ve been waiting to fill you up. You threw your head back as you felt your body shudder, a groan of pleasure escaping your lips. You can feel the mixed juices overflowing. James lets out a last grunt and gives you a final hard thrust before you both collapse on the bed.

You ended up panting heavily underneath him, but very satisfied. James lets out a slow chuckle before lifting his head to look at you, his black hair falling on his forehead. 

“You know, darling.. I could grow terribly accustomed to this sort of welcome after my murderous evenings.” He teases you as he reaches to open the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. You rolled your eyes playfully. "It's actually a reminder that you have a wife waiting for you while you occupy yourself with killing.”

James casually laughs it off before gently placing a cigarette between your lips and lights it for you.

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