Sweet Sunday
by sarAdora

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"Hey," he said softly when she opened her eyes.

"Hey yourself," she smiled, looking into warm brown ones.

"It's Sunday," he murmured, bending his head to rub his face against hers.

"Is it a sweet Sunday?" she asked, cuddling closer to him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"A very sweet Sunday," he whispered as his arms tightened around her. "The sweetest," he promised.

"Show me," she said.

"Before breakfast?" he teased, his mouth lingering on her throat.

"Before my next breath," she begged and then sighed as his lips moved further south to discover a rosy nipple, his tongue exploring it further.

"I love you," she said softly.

"I love you more," he whispered.

~~~
Mischievous Monday

He chuckled when she slipped into the shower behind him. He had left her in bed, expecting her to stay asleep while he got ready for work but was delighted she was awake and had followed him.

But he wasn't delighted when she suddenly goosed him and yelped at the unexpected move on her part.

"Gonna warm your little butt, you keep that up," he said sternly as he turned to face the imp.

She grinned.

"I think keeping it up is your job," she giggled and set about to help him make that happen.

Apparently, he didn't need any help. She was suddenly upended, her tush immediately warmed by a large heavy hand and then, just as quickly, he was showing her how well he did his job.

As expected, she was back in bed and asleep when he left for work.

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Torrid Tuesday

"I'm pulling into the driveway right now," he told her when he called on his cell phone. "It would be nice if you were waiting for me in bed. And naked, too," he added as an afterthought.

She was naked alright. When he opened the door that led from the garage to the house, she flew into his arms almost knocking them both over.

He grinned when he caught her up on his chest, then burst into laughter, hauling her over his shoulder and stinging her butt every step of the way into the living room.

"This is much better," he chuckled. "Something very naughty about a naked little girl in my arms while I'm still in uniform."

"I'm not a little girl," she informed him as she reached for his zipper.

"Thank God for that," he muttered as he lost his clothes somewhere between their kissing and their touching and their nibbling and when they were finally joined, he told her he loved coming home to a naked nymph.

She told him she loved him.

He told her he loved her more.

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Wicked Wednesday

"Come home soon," she told him when he kissed her goodbye before leaving for work.

"Gonna miss you all day," he told her.

And he did. When he reached for the little notepad and pen he kept in his inside jacket pocket, he found her note.

"Remember how much I love you," she had written. "Remember that my arms are empty without you."

He sighed and went back to work.

At lunch... he put his hand in his pocket for his wallet and found a piece of yellow paper sticking out of it.

"Do you know how wet I get when I think of you between my thighs?"

"Dio!" he inhaled sharply and rushed back to the office, hoping his jacket covered his crotch.

"Bambina!" his whisper was more of a groan when he called her.

"I need you," she told him, her voice soft in his ear. "When will you be home?"

"I'm gonna warm your butt when I get there," he muttered, his pants suddenly tight.

"Promise?"

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Throbbing Thursday

He kept his hand out of his pockets all day... but couldn't stop remembering the scent of her. It was everywhere... He had bent down to kiss her goodbye and she had pushed a naked thigh out from under the covers and run her foot up his thigh and into his crotch.

He was okay with that - all he had to do was take a step back but then she pushed the covers out of the way, spread her thighs and touched herself.

He was late getting to work... very late.

The scent of her lingered on his shirt cuffs... the inside of his wrists - he swore it had attached itself to his wedding band and every time his hand came within inches of his face... he inhaled her scent all over again. He wanted her. Would this day never end?

Silently he entered the house and came up behind her where she sat at the kitchen table. With one arm around her waist and his hand over her mouth, he picked her up and whispered that he was going to have his way with her.

"You scared me!" she gasped when she could speak.

"Wait till you're naked," he told her, pulling her clothes off. "Then you can be scared."

"Will you be naked, too?" she asked, reaching for the buttons on his shirt.

"No, only you," he said and when she was naked... and bent over the back of the couch in the family room... and he was behind her... his breath heavy on her neck... she wasn't scared at all.

"You are a wicked man," she told him later when they lay on that same couch and she had helped him get rid of those bothersome clothes.

"Does that make you happy?" he asked as he stroked the tush he had warmed before loving her.

"Very."

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Finally, Friday

"Are you going to survive the weekend?" she asked as she snuggled into his embrace, her fingers playing with the fur on his chest.

"You think you're going to wear me out?" he chuckled, dropping the towel around his waist, standing as he placed her on her feet.

"I think you're a randy sailor and if you keep doing that," she grinned as she stepped back from his probing body as he advanced on her, "you're going to be late for work again and set a bad example for your crew."

"Gonna make you walk the plank," he told her, sweeping her up into his arms and taking her back into the bedroom so he could do what needed to be done... so he'd be late for work... again... and set that bad example.

"I love you," she told him softly as her eyes closed.

"I love you more," he whispered to her sleeping face.

~~~
Sensuous Saturday

She woke up to his kisses on the back of her neck and the scent of vanilla... his hands lightly massaging her back, the fragrant oil filling her head.

"Are you going to love me all weekend?" she asked as she turned onto her back.

"No," he murmured as his mouth traveled south to her belly, his hands slipping under her to cup her bottom cheeks.

"No?" she queried as she stretched her limbs and then wrapped her thighs around his back.

"Part of the weekend you're going to love me," he smiled and then paused when he raised his head to look at her. The hunger in her eyes matched the hunger in his.

They fed that hunger... loving each other thoroughly...

~~~
Sweet Sunday

"Hey," he said softly when she opened her eyes.

"Hey yourself," she smiled, looking into warm brown ones.

"It's Sunday," he murmured, bending his head to rub his face against hers.

"Is it a sweet Sunday?" she asked, cuddling closer to him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"A very sweet Sunday," he whispered as his arms tightened around her. "The sweetest," he promised.

"Are we going to spend a week loving each other every year on our anniversary?" she asked as she teased the side of his neck and then made him sigh when she rubbed her lips against the hollow in his throat.

"We're going to do that and more," he promised, his mouth returning kisses and soft caresses, his words of love filling her heart.

"More? How could there be more?"

"I'm going to warm your tush and tease you," he murmured, one hand between her thighs, the other cupping her bottom cheeks. "You're going to be so wet... and ready... and sweetly spanked... and begging..." the words barely audible as his body tuned to hers... her body opened to his...

"I love you," she said softly.

"I love you more," he whispered.

~ End ~

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