Envious Desire

Shelly’s POV

It’s been painfully obvious that there’s an ocean sized distance between Eric and I since the night he came home to apologize for his crass actions. I surmised we were on good terms but clearly I was mistaken.

This feeling of separation given our proximity has triggered knots to form in my stomach. He seems to rush out the door everyday, attempting to not cross paths.

I need to cure our ailment, I yearn for us again. My hugest wish... for Chloe to be here. Life has been so desolate without her. I crave her ear to express my anxiety about our troubled times.

Pondering what to concoct to ease us back to normal, my only plan is a session of wild, animalistic, euphoric sex to break the distance and the dry spell.

Grasping my handbag, I strut out of the office to head to the adult store for some playful props and a night he’ll relive forever.

Arriving at our home, I jump in the shower, cleansing my flesh for a pure night of ecstasy with my handsome fiancé.

I procured a strappy red scalloped detail mesh bra with a double strap thong accompanied by a matching sexy garter belt. Viewing it in the store, images of Eric’s sinister face lighting up was all I could imagine. He’ll be salivating at the mouth with me in this forbidden red “come fuck me” outfit.

Strawberry scented cream coats my skin, air drying, I allow the cream full absorption, leaving my flesh feeling silky smooth. A scent he’s always proclaimed he loves, driving him to madness. A smile tugs the edges of my lips at the thought of him enjoying our time together.

Slipping on my red heels I finish the look with a deep red lipstick allowing my hair to flow down my back. Checking the time, 30 minutes for him to get home.

Opening the bag of goodies, excitement flows through my veins at the thought of Eric engaging in kinky play. Nipple clamps, a butt plug and a vibrating dildo is sure to guarantee a night of euphoric satisfaction.

Setting up the toys on the nightstand, the sound of his keys trigger my need to spread across the mattress on my left side perking out my backside giving angles for days, fixing my hair to not be out of place and await his arrival.

Each step grows louder until he’s in the doorway with a wolfish grin once he lays his eyes on me.

“Hey babe. Thought we could have a little fun. Would you like to join me?” I pat the bed next to me where he stalks, standing before me.

“Take off your shirt,” I coo in a low sultry voice. He complies unbuttoning each button with fire in his eyes, never veering off.

Exposing his well defined chest, I salivate peering at his crotch knowing the massive sized monster that awaits to deliciously destroy me.

Slithering off the bed, I kneel before him unbuttoning his pants staring in his libidinous, dark hues. Fastening his bottom lip with his teeth, I peel his pants down his legs, rubbing my face on his hardened staff peeking itself out of his boxers.

“Fuck Shelly!” Grunting, he eyes my every move. The grit in his voice twisted my stomach, urging my core to activate. God, I desire this man more than he could ever possibly know.

Releasing his dick from the constraints of his boxers, he waves heavily in front of my mouth. Grasping it, I run my lips up and down the veiny side peppering kisses with my hot, wet lips. Trails of crimson color his flesh in mushed up lines running along the sides.

“Don’t tease me Shell! Suck it!” His dominant voice commands me. Staring into his titillated sky-colored hues with amorous desire in my eyes, “Yes, sir.”

Hiking myself up on my knees, I opened my mouth allowing his head to slide on my tongue, making my way to his base triggering my gagging reflex. I pull back just a bit to refrain from my stomach turning but don’t stop my pace.

Bobbing my head up and down, I jerk from the base to my mouth with both hands in a rotating motion to ensure complete sensation. Placing his hand on my head, he guides my head in a rushed pace, with his head grazing the back of my throat. To please his sexual appetite, I maintain his gusto allowing him the reigns of my face.

Pulling out of my mouth, his husky voice drips, “Fuck me.” He splays across the bed with his dick at full attention. Crawling above him, he grasps my arms rushing me into place lining himself up, ramming into my core.

Screaming out, “Eric!” He grasps my hips driving into me, wailing out his name with his rapid pace, I can’t help but to pant at his expeditious momentum. Bent at the waist, I grasp his shoulders, leaning up to watch his face warp with his aggressive tempo.

Slicing his eyes, pummeling into my core, nothing but mewls of euphoric proportions fill the room as I notice the sensations begin to fade. Our pace simultaneously slows, when he lifts my hips to slide out, placing me to rest on the side.

Horrified, I grasp the blanket in awe, he died in the middle of our session. A chilling silence fills the space between us. “Eric... are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you could hear the frustration in his gritty voice.

In need of clarification, “This has never happened before. Is... is it me?”

His forehead wrinkles, lips pull thin, “Shell, stop, it happens. Okay?”

“I know and there’s nothing wrong with it,” I’m wary of damaging his ego any more than it is.

“I know Shell, just stop,” his hands flung in the air.

“I just want to know if it’s me so I can do something to make it better so it doesn’t happen again,” I attempt to appeal to his empathy considering I feel it may be me.

“Fuck Shell! I’m just fucking tired. Leave it alone,” sitting up he rests on the headboard.

“It’s just odd Eric. It’s been nearly 3 weeks and you haven’t touched me once. We were like rabbits and now... it’s practically non-existent.”

“Great Shell! I’m stressed and all you’re doing is adding more stress, great job! Now I really want to fuck,” his over exaggeration with flailing arms was unnecessary.

“Eric, I’m not attacking you. I’m just trying to figure out why it’s been so long and why this happened?”

“This happened because I’m stressed and all you’re doing is stressing me more. Fuck this shit!” He springs off the bed, reapplying his clothing.

“Where are you going?” the voice of shock leaves my mouth.

“I’m going back to work. I need to get the fuck out of here.”

“Eric please, I just wanted us to have a great time tonight. I bought lingerie and toys just to rekindle what’s been missing,” I attempt to plead with him.

“Well, great fucking job! Not only do I feel like shit but you’ve made it worse. I’m out of here.”

I watched as he stormed out, feeling the vibration from the immense force he swung the door at.

What the hell just unfolded? This isn’t what I planned at all. I wanted to reconnect, not create an even bigger hole. Shaking my head, I shut my eyes as burning hot liquid streams down my cheeks.

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