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‘yeah….yeah I’m sorry, just think I caught s…something, not really um. not feeling too good. probably best if I don’t come in today,’ he clenches his jaw when you raise your hips and his dick slips out mid excuse. clark could only put on his best fake-cough to try to keep the act going, squeezing your hip to quietly beg you to put it back in. grip getting more rough by the second until you whimper a sorry and take him to put it all back inside in one go. his boss says to call earlier next time because they need him but tells him to feel better soon and try to get healthy before tomorrow. clark agrees with a yeahyeahyeahmmmhm I’ll take good care of myself today bye and hangs up without another word, throwing his phone carelessly back to the nightstand and slamming his hips so hard his balls nestle up to your puffy used up and exhausted clit.

‘called out of work for this so let’s make it worth it, yeah? keep bouncing, good girl. that’s it. don’t be a bad girl and let it slip out again. I want it on me all day, got it?’

. . . .

you stroll in, and Clark doesn't have to look at you to know you're a little agitated, got energy buzzing under your skin.

he hums at your presence, too lazy n tired to greet you properly. but you don't mind. you've been together for so long that it doesn't offend you or make you question whether he really likes or not, I mean you're freaking married, Clark put a ring on it and married you in his parents farm.

"Clarkie, baby," You climb on the bed and climb him too, knocking on his book so he can look at you. and he's so handsome from this angle. looking at him from above.

He lowers his book, puts it down on his chest, face down so he won't lose his page, "Hey, sweets," He smiles, bringing a big hand to one of your thighs, grabbing it n pinching it a little as you smile down at him, heating up from his attention.

He blinks at you, eyes heavy lidded, he looks tired, ready for bed, and yet he was too invested in his book to actually put it down. but now here you are. wanting his attention that he so gracefully gives.

"Can I ride your face? Please? You don't have to do anything, I just need it," You ask, absolutely shameless and a little out of breath, heartbeat fast like a humming bird in your chest. Your eyes are wide too, a little glassy.

"Whatever you want, honey," Clark doesn't hesitate. he smiles, his eyes closing a little, his crows feet looking more prominent now with his age. and he's just so fucking handsome it makes your teeth hurt.

"Thank you so much," You say, ever so thankful to have him in your life, ever so polite. If anything you know about Clark, is that he loves manners, loves it when you say thank you and please. you're not sure why he loves it so much, but whatever it is, it won't stop you from being polite and thanking your husband whenever he indulges you in trying a new sex position. or from thanking him whenever he does anything for you for that matter.

Clark puts his book aside and doesn't move from his position on the bed, laying down w his feet one over the over, and he puts his hands over his stomach, linking his fingers together like an old man about to take a nap.

and that's when you strip off your pj's, getting rid of your t-shirt, trousers and panties as fast possible. you're totally naked while he's too dressed for bed, but it doesn't matter, if anything it makes the whole ordeal that much more erotic. to you at least.

Clark's calm and composed, he's smiling contently too, truly relaxed and at ease, hair a little mussed and fluffy on his head, falling a little over his forehead.

you slowly take off his glasses and put them aside on the bedside table, kissing his eye lids and nose. you turn around and slowly scooch back on your knees, up his stomach, over his chest, to hover over his face.

"Okay, baby?" You ask, voice a little shaky and pussy absolutely drooling.

"Uh-huh," Clark nods as if you can see him, but it doesn't matter because you know what he meant. you slowly lower yourself down on his face with both hands on his big, cushy chest. and when your pussy makes contact with his warm plush lips, you tremble.

Clark really doesn't move, there's an obnoxious tent between his legs but he doesn't move an inch while you ride his face and cover him in your juices. the noises coming out of your pussy are loud and wet, while your lovely husband makes out w your heat lazily, he kisses and sucks and pushes in with his tongue while you grind back on his nose, his stubble giving you that delicious friction you were looking after.

he's just so strong, so patient, so big and attentive. Clark's an absolute dream. he doesn't mind the mess you're making out of his face, you don't need to worry about how hard you were riding his face, he's not easy to break. he's a giver. he's a lover. and he's everything you've ever wanted.

by the end of it, you've gushed all over him while Clark attempted to drink you in as much as he could, but at the end, his neck and the collar of his shirt were soaked along w his robe.

you were too drained out to move, laying down on his belly, face pressed against his bulge. but like the gentlemen Clark is, he lifts you off him with ease and asks if he could fuck your thighs, you nod, of course.

you're on your side and Clark's still fully dressed. he's got his dick out and he's behind you when he slips it between your thighs, right against your hot and wet pussy.