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What You Don’t Know - Ambra and Douglas find themselves feasting on more than their meals before this dinner party.
What You Don’t Know - Ambra and Douglas find themselves feasting on more than their meals before this dinner party.
What You Don't Know
Ambra entered the kitchen, the clacking of her heels reverberating loudly against the wood floors as she rushed to open the oven door. Dinner was nearly done. She stuck a fork into a corner of the pasta dish and pulled back a piece to sample.
She let out a satisfied, “Mmmm,” before tossing the spoon into the sink. Ambra grabbed a fistful of formal silverware to set the table and turned around to head toward the dining room but was stopped by her husband, Douglas.
He'd watched her every move since she’d entered the room, fascinated. She looked more amazing than he'd seen her look in a while, the fitted silver dress clinging to her hourglass frame.
Douglas took the utensils from her hand, placed them on the dining table and hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her toward his body.
“You look sexy as hell tonight, Amby,” he said, using his playful nickname for her, the one she only let him use. Ambra had a general disdain for the use of nicknames, but with Douglas she didn’t protest, and that was only because she loved him so much.
She smiled up into his dark chestnut colored eyes, a perfect complement to his matching smooth chestnut brown skin and wrapped both of her arms around his waist. She stood on her toes, receiving his complement with a thank-you kiss.
But as she tried to step away and reach out for the silverware lying on the red tablecloth, Douglas pulled her arm toward him and brought her body close again.
He glanced down at his watch. “Looks like we’ve still got a few minutes here. What do you say we get a quick one in?”
Ambra shook her head, “Are you for real? I still have to set the table, and grab the plates, and…”
Douglas captured her lips between his, quieting her protests. He felt her body soften and melt against him and let his tongue dance and intertwine with hers, pulling her hips closer until she was pressed against his growing erection. He pulled his lips away from hers. “I’ll help you with all of it,” he reassured her before cupping the back of her neck and bringing her face back to his as he once again savored the taste of her mouth.
The way she responded, wrapping her arms around his neck and moaning softly into his mouth confirmed her body's mutual desire to get a quick one in as well.
Douglas’ mouth never left hers as he walked her backward to the dining room wall behind them. He lifted the soft fabric of her dress, dragging it up against her thigh until his fingers were heated by the warmth emanating from her sex. He ran his hand along the already wet center of her panties, the dewy moisture dampening his fingertips.
Ambra let out a strangled cry and gyrated her hips against his probing digits. Her panties were now a soaking mess, and an unwelcome barrier, but he could tell that the sensation of the fabric against her pussy excited her anyway. And her excitement was confirmed by the leg she lifted around his waist, opening herself up even more to his tender touches. He ran his fingers along her slit, rubbing the dampened cloth against her, spreading her juices until he had no choice but to discard the soiled material. He slid down the underwear and Ambra quickly stepped out, before returning to him again as if their bodies were opposite poles irresistibly magnetized to one another.
She let out a satisfied, “Mmmm,” before tossing the spoon into the sink. Ambra grabbed a fistful of formal silverware to set the table and turned around to head toward the dining room but was stopped by her husband, Douglas.
He'd watched her every move since she’d entered the room, fascinated. She looked more amazing than he'd seen her look in a while, the fitted silver dress clinging to her hourglass frame.
Douglas took the utensils from her hand, placed them on the dining table and hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her toward his body.
“You look sexy as hell tonight, Amby,” he said, using his playful nickname for her, the one she only let him use. Ambra had a general disdain for the use of nicknames, but with Douglas she didn’t protest, and that was only because she loved him so much.
She smiled up into his dark chestnut colored eyes, a perfect complement to his matching smooth chestnut brown skin and wrapped both of her arms around his waist. She stood on her toes, receiving his complement with a thank-you kiss.
But as she tried to step away and reach out for the silverware lying on the red tablecloth, Douglas pulled her arm toward him and brought her body close again.
He glanced down at his watch. “Looks like we’ve still got a few minutes here. What do you say we get a quick one in?”
Ambra shook her head, “Are you for real? I still have to set the table, and grab the plates, and…”
Douglas captured her lips between his, quieting her protests. He felt her body soften and melt against him and let his tongue dance and intertwine with hers, pulling her hips closer until she was pressed against his growing erection. He pulled his lips away from hers. “I’ll help you with all of it,” he reassured her before cupping the back of her neck and bringing her face back to his as he once again savored the taste of her mouth.
The way she responded, wrapping her arms around his neck and moaning softly into his mouth confirmed her body's mutual desire to get a quick one in as well.
Douglas’ mouth never left hers as he walked her backward to the dining room wall behind them. He lifted the soft fabric of her dress, dragging it up against her thigh until his fingers were heated by the warmth emanating from her sex. He ran his hand along the already wet center of her panties, the dewy moisture dampening his fingertips.
Ambra let out a strangled cry and gyrated her hips against his probing digits. Her panties were now a soaking mess, and an unwelcome barrier, but he could tell that the sensation of the fabric against her pussy excited her anyway. And her excitement was confirmed by the leg she lifted around his waist, opening herself up even more to his tender touches. He ran his fingers along her slit, rubbing the dampened cloth against her, spreading her juices until he had no choice but to discard the soiled material. He slid down the underwear and Ambra quickly stepped out, before returning to him again as if their bodies were opposite poles irresistibly magnetized to one another.
