Fireworks
“Shouldn’t we be grabbing a spot on the park by now?” she asked.
“I suppose so,” he said.
She was happy her husband had booked them a reservation at one of her favorite restaurants, but the meal had stretched into the evening.
“It’s going to be mobbed,” she said. “I hear the fireworks display this year are the biggest yet.”
“Should be quite the show,” he said, his eyebrows lifting slightly.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“No, something’s going on,” she said, smiling at him. “You have that mischievous look in your eye.”
“Do I?”
“Ok, now I really know something is going on,” she said.
He looked back at her, and flashed that devilish grin that always made her weak at the knees. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”
She already had guessed he would have something sexy planned for later, a nice meal like this always made him amorous.
It made her a little amorous too.
But the idea of a sex romp after standing outside with in the heat amidst thousands of sweaty people didn’t particularly excite her. Somehow she’d have to bottle up this moment, her handsome husband sitting across from her (and totally checking her out like he’d never seen her before) for later.
With the bill paid, they headed to the car. She checked the time. As nice as her husband was, they would be scrambling for a spot. If they could get one.
“Maybe we should just watch them on TV,” she said. “Local news is covering them.”
“We’ll be fine,” he said.
She hoped he was right. The last thing she wanted after a nice meal was to run around like a crazy person trying to catch a glimpse of the fireworks. As they drove towards the park, he placed his hand on her thigh, caressing her skin through her skirt.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too.”
His hands felt up and down her legs and she moaned at his soft touch. If only they could keep to this moment and not be stressed out trying to find a—
“Where are you going?” she asked as he turned unexpectedly.
“It’s part of the surprise.”
Now she was getting nervous, what kind of crazy plan had he come up with? Some wacky spot? She really didn’t want him to kill the mood.
“What’s going on?” she asked, in a tone that came out harsher than she expected.
“If you must know,” he said. “I long decided there was only way I was going to watch the fireworks.”
“How is that?”
He took a deep breath. “You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“With me buried deep inside you.”
His bold words sent a surge of electricity throughout her body and he reached under her skirt to give a short stroke in her increasingly wet spot between her thighs. After all these years he still spoke about her body with such desire and hunger. It was flattering, and hot.
He pulled the car into a spot at a hotel, overlooking the park. Taking her firmly by the hand, they took the elevator up to the top floor, and quickly found themselves in the room. He led her to the window and pulled back the curtains, revealing a beautiful view of the park.
“Besides,” he said. “I think we can make much better fireworks up here.”
He turned her and took her into a deep kiss. His hands fingered her soft hair as their mouths explored each other. She grabbed his bottom and pulled him closer. It was a game to see who could break the kiss of first, and neither would surrender. His hands found his way to her shirt and pulled it over her head. He kissed his way down her neck and into her cleavage.
BOOM!
A firework burst behind her illuminating her husband’s face in a brilliant red hue.
“Let’s go over to the window,” he said.
She turned and walked toward the window, feeling a bit naughty standing in front of the open curtains with her bra on. Then a sudden motion from her husband cast it off, and she stood there—topless.
“No one can see us right?” she asked.
“Nah,” he said. “Besides, they have fireworks to watch.”
She smiled as fireworks exploded in a spectacle of color, almost not noticing her husband’s creeping hands until they reached her breasts. She moaned as he caressed and squeezed them. He loved holding them, they were his favorite toy. He gently swirled two fingers around, tracing the outlines of her breasts before flicking over her nipples. She felt week in the knees, and was glad his arms held her shoulders. He continued his loving massage, and began rolling her nipples between his fingers. Her body surrendered to his touch as a giant firework exploded in front of them.
His hands traveled downward now, quickly discarding her skirt and panties. The cool air of the hotel room sent tingles through her skin. She stood there as he disrobed behind her and she could tell from his hard flesh that he was as aroused as she was. He let go of her, and sunk behind her.
“What are you—” she asked before she felt his head pushing between her legs.
A red firework exploded in front of her as her husband’s velvety tongue found the most sensitive part of her body. He pulled her down to gently rest on top of him. She writhed at his expert touch, he always knew how to work her body. She rode his face as fireworks continue to light up the sky. He kept licking her. It was getting stronger now. Faster. Harder. So close.
He reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Her body convulsed and she gripped his head as her body flushed with a huge orgasm. She leaned behind to grab his erection, to the moans of her husband.
“I want you inside of me,” she said.
“Get on all fours,” he said.
She got up and took her stance facing the window. His hard flesh brushed up her thighs and against her wet entrance. Then he slid inside her. She felt the amazing sensation of being desired, and the strong connection as her body disappeared into hers. They belonged to each other.
His thrusts began softly, and he stroked her back as they continued to watch the light show in front of them. In the window, she could make out the reflection of her hot husband, colorfully lit by the fireworks outside. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him, plunging deeper inside. His moves became faster, more animal like. She wasn’t just his wife, she was his lover, his mate—his captive.
The rhythm sped up to the point where now he was pounding her, all of his energy towards his true love. And as the fireworks exploded in a powerful grand finale, she could tell he was losing himself inside her.
“OH! I—I—“
Panting, he slipped out and rested beside her. She laid down upon him and he stroked her hair.
“I think they were right,” she said, still a little out of breath.
“What?”
“That fireworks show was the biggest one yet,” she said.
And they both laughed.
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