We have put off trying to get pregnant just for a few months, which was a somewhat mutual decision with just how crazy our schedules have been lately. I know Tina tells me that she really wants a baby and that as soon as things settle down we will start trying again, but every now and again I get a little nagging voice in my head telling me she doesn’t want that anymore. I know that’s not true as she has reassured more times than necessary and I just have to keep telling myself it’s my own insecurities talking. Maybe in the next few weeks if she hasn’t said anything I’ll bring it up again. I don’t want to push her, but I don’t want to let her forget either. She wants a family as much as you do Porter, just try to relax. Sometimes I think about things too much.   

For the past month, each night has been spent lying in bed with Tina’s head on my chest, each of us sharing the events of the past day or planning for the next move at the gallery. We are usually so tired we fall asleep within minutes, content and secure in each others embrace. This past week however, my hormones seemed to have taken on a life of their own. I catch myself at work staring off into space imaging sitting on Tina’s face, her tongue buried deep inside of me as I’m pulling at my own ***** begging for release. The last time James had to snap his fingers in front of my face before I even realized he was there.

“Boss, you ok?”

I could feel the blood coloring my cheeks and as hard as I tried I couldn’t get the image of a naked, writhing Tina out of my mind.

“I’m fine, just getting a bit of a headache.” He looked at me skeptically, but decided to let it go.

So when I walked in and saw Tina there, the lack of intimacy over the past month combined with the naughty thoughts I have been having lately sent me over the edge. I walked swiftly over to her ridding myself of my suit jacket along the way. She jumped slightly when I ran my hand over her tight ***** and up along her spine. She started to say my name but I turned her around and captured her lips in a fierce embrace. She moaned deeply into my mouth, still slightly dazed from my assault. Finally her brain caught up and she started kissing me back in earnest, our tongues dueling back and forth, slipping over and around each other. She dropped what ever was in her hands and grabbed my ***** pulling our bodies together and grinding against my center. I had to break our kiss to gasp out my pleasure. I quickly spun her around and pushed her up against the counter grabbing a fist full of her hair and arching her back. I roughly grabbed her breast kneading the soft pliant flesh in my hand. She was breathing heavily and pushing back against me wanting our bodies to connect. I ground myself against her ***** feeling the wetness coating my panties and seeping through to my pants. I pulled her shirt over her head and my mouth was instantly on her skin. I bite her between her shoulder blades causing her to cry out in pain and quickly laved my tongue over the bite causing her to sigh in pleasure. I placed both her hands firmly on the countertop urging her to stay put without words. As I reached for her pants she hung her head low getting lost in the feel of my tongue on her back, kissing, biting and licking every inch of her. As I slid her jeans and panties to the floor, I trailed my lips down her spine, finally burrowing my face into the cheeks of her ***** when she stepped out of the material. Immediately I spread her legs, tasting that sweet liquid flowing from my wife.  She whimpered slightly while I licked her again and again, never getting enough of her copious fluid.  But that’s not how I wanted to take her. I wanted to be inside her, feel her squeeze me as she came. I wanted to be able to capture her cries with my mouth and look into her eyes when I made her mine.