nanami kento

The door of your bedroom swung open revealing your very tired and exhausted husband, his hand already working his tie off with his eyes closed as if it was muscle memory. He wordlessly discarded the rest of his clothes before slowly joining your half asleep form on the bed. Pressing his chest to your back, he wrapped his thick arm around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

He started asking you about your day with a tired, raspy voice as his hand lazily traveled under your shirt, cupping your soft breast with a big calloused hand. Your whimper made him hum softly as he whispered against your neck, “don't stop talking. Keep going, darling.”

Your needy, squirming body caused him to strain painfully against his boxers. With a soft groan, he pulled out his throbbing length before stroking it slowly. His other hand trailed down to your panties, tugging them aside as he was too exhausted to discard them. Your soaked entrance wetting his tip deliciously as he rubbed himself against you. He used one hand to spread your ass apart so he can slowly insert himself in your tight heat. His hips moved painfully slow and sluggish, his attention completely fixed on the story of your day.

The way your body silently pleaded for him to move faster didn't go unnoticed. His hand went to your hip to hold you in place, stopping you from moving back against him as he continued his lazy thrusts. He would hum momentarily to let you know he’s listening, before his hand moved between your thighs– lifting one leg up, causing you to feel him deeper.