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You don’t know it, but you have been distracting him all morning.
The woods outside are quiet, fresh snowfall dampening the usual noises from the animals and the wind in the trees. Instead, the boughs hang heavy and the animals have nestled into their warm homes, just like you and your husband.
Pero prepared your cottage well for this, and his dedication to keeping the crackling fire fed has created such a cozy atmosphere that it was almost too warm as you go about your normal morning chores. You are so warm, in fact, that you are bustling around the cottage in just your lightweight chemise and front-lacing corset.
It is slowly driving Pero insane.
He started out with chores of his own, fixing some furniture and some stones around the hearth. He could hardly keep his eyes off you, however. He loved to follow the lines of your curves in anything you were wearing. But today, with every twist and bend and reach of your body as you work, your breasts are working further and further out of their confines. Your tits are supple when they are properly within your clothes, and now they are threatening to spill out entirely.
Pero wonders if this is on purpose, perhaps you are teasing him, but you don’t seem to be paying him much attention at all. He finally gives up the pretense of work and is sitting at the table by the fire, whittling something into nothing at all and just watching. Watching you move. Watching you bend. Watching you just exist.
Pero can hardly stand it and shifts uncomfortably in his chair as he tries to control his rapidly-hardening cock. He pulls his eyes off you with great effort and tries to focus on the task at hand, with no luck. Pero slams his knife and half-whittled stick down on the table with a little more force than he intends.
You turn from where you are folding blankets on the bed. “Pero, are you alright? Are you hurt?”
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to alarm you,” he says, eyes slowly tracing your form from head to toe.
You walk over to him, and Pero pushes his chair away from the table to make space for you to stand between his legs. “Are you sure, my darling?” You hold his large hands in yours, turning them over to look for any cuts.
“I’m certain, amor. So sorry,” Pero murmurs, very much aware of the fact that he is now eye-level with your bust. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, hoping you won’t notice how hard he is for you.
You let your arms rest on his shoulders and toy with the hair at the nape of his neck. You turn to look at the table. “What are you making here?” you ask with a confused smile.
“Just trying to keep myself occupied,” Pero responds with a sigh. He is doing everything he can to maintain eye contact with you and not let his eyes stray down.
“Pobrecito, are you bored being stuck inside here with me?” you ask him with a grin. You tuck your body closer to his, and…
Oh. You can feel his excitement pressing into you.
In the back of his mind, Pero thinks he should shift his hips away but your breasts are practically touching his nose and he can’t help but think about just burying his face between them. He is overwhelmed with how unbelievably soft they look, two globes pushed high over the top of your corset. He takes a deep inhale and lets his hands rest on your hips.
“I can think of many things I would like to do while stuck inside here, amenzana,” Pero says with dark eyes. “You’ve been giving me ideas all morning.”
You lift your chemise enough to throw one leg over Pero’s and rest your weight on his sturdy thigh. “What has given you such thoughts, my love?” you ask coyly, pulling his head back slightly with a tug of your hand in the back of his hair.
Pero’s eyes burn with lust and his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. “How can I be expected to think clearly when mi esposa is walking around in next to nothing, hm? I am only so strong.” Pero lets his hands wander from your hips to the laces of your corset, and lets his gaze finally land on your breasts. He swallows hard.
“Ask for anything you want, my love, and you shall have it,” you say.
Pero groans and leans in to run his lips along your breasts where they are practically falling over the top of the corset. Kissing your skin so softly, Pero whispers, “Please.”
You pull on the tied bow at your corset, giving it a firm tug. This is all the permission that Pero needs. He kisses your breasts fully, leaving a wet trail across your cleavage. Without removing his mouth from your body, he pulls the laces of your corset out without even having to glance at it. He deftly works his fingers through the criss-cross of the corset, loosening it with urgency until he can push it off of you and toss it on the floor.
Pero removes his mouth from your skin to watch your tits fall with a bounce, finally free from their binding. His hands move quickly to cup your full breasts in his hands, appreciating their weight even through the thin linen chemise. With practiced moves, he finds your nipples and teases them until they are hard. He knows how sensitive your nipples are, and is obsessed with seeing how he can make your body react with the briefest of touches.
“Oh, Pero. That feels so good,” you moan as you rake your fingernails through his hair and down his neck and shoulders.
His mouth is on you again, sucking at one of your buds through the linen before moving to the other. “Too many clothes. Off-off please,” he begs. He sees how flustered you are just by his small ministrations, and it makes him achingly hard.
“Help me,” you say breathlessly and allow him to lift the chemise up from where it is bunched at your thighs and up over your head. You reach down to where his shirt is tucked into his breeches and pull wildly at it. “You too, please Pero.” He helps you pull his large shirt over his head and his lips are immediately back on your tits, his hands squeezing your naked ass.
The whine that escapes you is nothing short of obscene as he takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks softly.
Pero looks up at you with a boyish grin that transforms his face from its normal grumpy expression into something radiating absolute joy and pure arousal. He pulls off of you with a pop. “Oh, she likes that,” he says. Immediately his mouth is back around your nipple, sucking hard this time. He closes his eyes and relishes the taste of your skin in his mouth.
You can’t help but throw your head back in pleasure as he continues his loving attack on your tits. His hands are everywhere: your hips, your back, your ass, the back of your neck. They always come back to cup your tits, and he is pushed to the edge as he feels how pillowy and heavy they are.
Desperate for more, you rock your hips against his clothed thigh, bracing yourself across his strong shoulders, and lavish praise on your husband. “Pero, so good. Like that. Please, don’t stop. Pero, amor, your mouth…”
Your normally composed husband has been reduced to a desperate creature, seeking to consume as much of you as he possibly can. It is because of his own wild focus that it takes him a moment to notice how you are seeking relief for your throbbing cunt against his leg.
Giving his lips a brief respite from your body, he looks down and sees the wet spot you have left on his pants. He looks up and sees your lust-blown eyes that are trained on him. “You are a vision, mi amor, what have I done to deserve you in this life,” Pero wonders aloud. He takes hold of you with a hand on either hip and helps to guide you back and forth across his wide thigh.
“There you are. Take what you need from me. After you come, I’m going to take you to bed and fuck your tits. Will you allow me that? Can I hold them together and slide up between them?” Pero helps you move as your pace becomes more frantic.
“Only- only if I can taste you on my tongue as you do it,” you moan out.
Pero is overcome. “My beautiful wife would let me do such things? I don’t deserve you. You are too good to me, mi amenzana.”
You can barely catch your breath and are somewhat aware of how hard you are clenching your fists in Pero’s hair. “Please,” you moan out, for what you are not sure.
“Úsame, mi amor. Come just like this,” Pero commands.
You feel like a star exploding, white-hot energy coursing through you and it’s almost as if you could warm the entirety of the cottage just with the heat of your orgasm. Pero holds you tight as your hips slow and as you’re collapsing against him with your head tucked into his neck and clinging onto his shoulders.
“What a good wife you are,” he coos. You laugh, panting against him. You are aware of how wet you are between your legs, having thoroughly soaked his leg finding your release.
“Your turn?” you ask, lifting your head up to kiss him with deep affection.
He cocks his head to one side. “I am not sure, perhaps I will make you come on my tongue next?”
You sigh and pretend to consider this. “Alright, well, if you’re done with these,” you squeeze your breasts with your hands, pushing them up. “We can do that I guess.”
Pero stands suddenly, helping you to throw your legs around his hips as he walks towards the bed.
“I shall never be done with them,” Pero says. You know he will spend the rest of the afternoon proving it to you.
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Translations:
Amor- love
Pobrecito- poor man (affectionately)
Amenzana- menace
Úsame, mi amor- use me, my love