7. Pluto Mensah #3
I went back to the kitchen and grabbed his drink, then carried it to him.
He took it from my hand, but he didn’t let me leave right away.
He pulled me back down for another kiss.
It was slower this time, with his hand resting warm against my hip.
I let him have it, then brushed my thumb over his beard before standing straight.
“Your game is about to start,” I told him.
“I know,” he said, his eyes moving over me before they went back to my face. “Don’t get too comfortable without me.”
I left him there with his plate, his drink and Kay’Lo still running his mouth through the phone. Then I went back upstairs and into our room.
For a few seconds, I stood here in my towel. The children were settled. My husband was fed, clean, relaxed and exactly where he wanted to be before his game. The house felt calm in a way I had been praying to feel again.
I walked to the bar and poured myself a small glass of liquor.
I added some orange juice from the mini fridge, stirred it and took a sip.
The drink was smooth and warm going down, and I took another small sip before putting it on the counter.
Then I turned on some soft music and lit the candles I had placed earlier.
The flames lit one by one, and the room started glowing in a way that made me feel pretty before I even changed clothes.
I looked toward the bed, then toward the closet. Pressure had his time downstairs, and I wanted him to have it. He deserved to sit with his food, his drink, his game and no one needing anything from him for a while. But when that game was over, my husband was coming back upstairs to me.
I took off the towel and tossed it in the chair.
I walked in the closet and took my time choosing what I wanted my man to see me in later.
I skipped over everything simple and reached for a white lace lingerie set I had never wore before.
The bra pushed my titties up and made them sit pretty, and the panties came high on my hips while the garter straps wrapped around my thighs.
When I was done putting it on, I turned to the side in the mirror and looked at how my ass filled it out, then I pulled the sheer white robe over my shoulders and tied it loose enough for him to see what I had waiting under it.
I let my hair fall around my shoulders, touched up my gloss and stood here for a second because I already knew Pressure was going to lose his mind when he came back upstairs.
When I came back in the room, I picked up my glass and took another sip while the music played low. The candles gave the room a soft glow, and the drink had started warming me from the inside out.
I moved around slow, fixing the pillows, smoothing down his side of the bed and putting everything back where I got it from. I wanted everything ready for when Pressure came back upstairs.
I sat near the patio window with my drink in my hand and crossed one leg over the other, letting the robe fall open enough for the lace to show.
Pressure was doing him right now, so I was going to let him enjoy every bit of that. I had already taken care of him one way tonight, and when he came back to our room, I planned on taking care of him another way.
By the time I heard Pressure on the other side of our bedroom door, I was on my third drink and feeling past tipsy.
The candles had been burning long enough to warm the whole room and the music was playing low with that slow, nasty kind of rhythm that made everything feel softer around the edges.
I had taken my robe off almost an hour ago and left it draped across the chair, so I was laying across our bed in nothing but the white lace set I had picked out for him.
The bra held my titties up pretty, the panties sat high on my hips and the garters hugged my thighs in a way that made me feel sexy before he ever walked in the room.
When the door opened, Pressure came in looking even better in the gray silk pajamas I put him in earlier.
The sight of him made my body get still for a second.
His durag was tied neat over his waves, his beard was clean and soft from where I had rubbed conditioner and oil through it and the silk looked so good against his skin that I almost forgot I had been the one waiting on him.
He looked relaxed in a way I loved seeing on him, like he’d eaten, watched his game, talked his mess with Kay’Lo and finally let the day ease off his shoulders enough to come back upstairs to me.
Pressure stopped when he saw me. He didn’t rush toward the bed or start talking. He just stood there and looked at me like the whole room had went quiet for him.
His eyes moved over my face first, then down to my titties in this lace, over my stomach, my hips and my thighs before coming back up to my eyes.
The way he looked at me made heat spread through my chest and between my legs at the same time because it wasn’t just lust sitting on his face.
It was love too. It was that look a husband gives his wife when he already knows her body but still wants to study it like he might find something new.
I took one last sip from my glass and got up from the bed.
The liquor had my skin warm and my steps slower than usual, but I still felt every bit of his eyes on me when I walked across the room.
I passed him and went to the bar, setting the glass down because I wanted both of my hands free for him.
When I turned around, Pressure was already in front of me, close enough for his chest to press against mine.
The silk on him brushed against the lace on me, and that small bit of contact made my nipples tighten inside my bra.
I stared up at him with a warm wave rolling through me. “Hey,” I said real low.
Pressure wrapped one arm around my lower back and pulled me into him until there wasn’t any space left between us. His mouth came close to my neck, and I felt my body leaning before he even kissed me.
“Wussup, baby?” he replied, his voice deep and sexy as hell.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and let myself sink into him.
He caught me like he had been waiting for my body to give in, and his lips touched the side of my neck slow.
The kiss was soft at first, then his tongue came behind it, warm and wet as he dragged it across my skin.
I closed my eyes, and my fingers slipped into the back of his durag while his hand pressed into the curve of my back.
This was the part that always got me. I could make a whole plan to cater to my man, could cook for him, bathe him, rub him down, feed him and set the room up pretty, but Pressure only had to put his mouth on my neck one good time and my body started acting like I was the one who needed to be held together.
It didn’t make me feel weak in a bad way.
It made me feel loved and wanted. It made me feel like I could be soft with him and nothing about that would be used against me.
“Pressure,” I moaned when his tongue moved lower.
He tightened his arm around me, then lifted me into his arms like he always did.
My legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands gripped under my thighs while he carried me toward the bed.
I kissed the side of his face, then his beard, then his neck, letting my tongue touch the warm skin there while he walked us across the room.
Before he could lay me down and climb over me, I pressed my hand to his chest. Pressure stopped and looked at me.
I pushed light again, guiding him down until he sat on the edge of the bed.
He let me move him without fighting it, and something about that made my heart squeeze.
This man could take control of any room he walked in, but with me, tonight, he sat where I put him and looked up at me like he understood exactly what I needed to give him.
I climbed over him, dragging us deeper into the bed and straddled his lap, my knees sinking into the mattress on both sides of him.
His hands went to my waist, and I pressed my palms against his chest while I looked down at him.
His eyes were low, his mouth was slightly parted and the heat in his stare made my pussy throb before he even touched it.
I rolled my hips against him slow.
Pressure’s hands tightened on me and I felt his dick getting hard under the silk, pressing up between my legs.
My panties were still in the way, but that only made it worse.
I could feel the shape of how thick and heavy his dick was through the fabric, and my body answered with a wet ache that made me bite down on my bottom lip. Then, I leaned forward and kissed him.
Pressure kissed me back deep, his tongue sliding against mine while his hands moved down to my ass. He squeezed me and pulled me closer, making me grind against the hard length of him until a soft moan slipped out of me.
I didn’t want to rush, but I loved the way he felt under me. I loved the way his body reacted to mine. I loved knowing that after everything, I could still sit in my husband’s lap and make him want me this bad.
I reached between us and slid my hand inside his pajama pants.
The second my fingers wrapped around his dick, he let out a low sound against my mouth.
He was already hard, thick and warm in my hand, with that heavy throb that made my stomach tighten.
I stroked him slow while I watched his face, letting my thumb drag over the head where the pre nut had already started to gather.
His eyes stayed on mine, but his breathing changed.
I kept my hand around his dick and rolled my hips to the music, rubbing my pussy over him through my panties while I stroked him. Pressure gripped my waist and rocked me with him, not trying to take over but making sure I felt how bad he wanted me.
Every time my hand moved up his dick, my hips moved with it, and every time I came back down, it pressed right where I was already wet and sensitive.
He bit his bottom lip and smacked my ass hard enough to make me jump.