Happy Anniversary

The car ride was quiet, but not in a cold way. His hand was on her thigh, fingers resting just beneath the hem of her baby blue dress--the one he always stared at a little too long when she wore it.

"You wore this on purpose," he said, eyes never leaving the road.

She smiled, turning toward him, her dark hair brushing her shoulder. "Of course I did. It's your favorite."

He squeezed her leg, just enough to make her shift in her seat. "And the show of that soft skin?"

She looked down slowly, giving him a view all over again. "That, too."

He didn't say anything, but the way his jaw tightened told her everything. Her man wasn't the type to talk much when he was worked up. He was the type to act--and tonight, she wanted all of it.

She loved that about him. The way he could be quiet and solid, steady like the concrete he worked with every day. But behind that quiet was fire--green eyes that could burn and hands that could bruise if she let him.

And she always let him.

By the time they pulled into the restaurant parking lot, the tension between them was tight enough to snap. He turned off the engine but didn't move to get out. Just looked at her with that slow, heavy gaze.

"Sit across from me at the table," he said, voice low. "And if you make it through dinner without getting that smart mouth of yours in trouble, maybe I'll take it easy on you tonight."

She smirked. "So... no dessert?"

He leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear. "Oh, you're getting dessert, sweetheart. Just depends how messy it gets."

He stepped out first, rounding the car in two easy strides, always a little too fast, a little too purposeful--like he could tear down the world if he wanted to.

She barely had time to adjust her dress before he opened her door.

"Oh, baby", she teased, fluttering her lashes as she took his hand. "Such a gentleman."

His eyes dropped to her neckline again, lingering. "Don't start."

She tilted her head, letting her hair fall to one side. "Start what?"

He didn't answer. Just pulled her up to stand, his grip firm, then kissed her hard--one of those deep, claiming kisses that didn't belong in a parking lot. She melted into it, but when he finally pulled back, she bit her bottom lip and gave him that look, the one that always got her in trouble.

"I might have skipped panties," she whispered giggling, just loud enough for him to hear.

He froze.

Then exhaled, slow and dangerous.

"Jesus, baby."

She giggled and slipped her arm through his, all innocent smiles as they walked toward the entrance.

The hostess barely finished greeting them before he cut in, voice calm but clipped. "Two. Somewhere private."

She noticed the way his hand tightened slightly at her waist, subtle but firm. Possessive.

She leaned in, whispering sweetly, "You're not mad at me already, are you?"

He looked down at her, eyes dark and hungry. "You're gonna wish I was."

The restaurant was dim, intimate, candlelight flickering across crisp white tablecloths and crystal glasses. Their booth was tucked in the back, half-shadowed and quiet, the kind of place where secrets could be whispered and legs could stretch just far enough to cause trouble.

She slid in first, smoothing her dress beneath her, catching his gaze as she did. He sat across from her, his broad frame making the leather seat look smaller than it was, hands resting on the table like he needed something to grip.

They ordered quickly--neither of them really hungry for food.

The first glass of wine went down easy. She took her time with it, fingers wrapping around the stem delicately, lips lingering on the rim with every sip. She talked about something--she couldn't even remember what--but she watched his eyes darken as her foot, slow and deliberate, made its way across the space between them.

First it brushed his ankle. Then his calf.

He didn't react at first. Just kept his gaze steady on her, the muscle in his jaw ticking like a clock wound too tight.

She smiled sweetly. "You okay over there?"

He raised his glass, sipped, eyes locked on hers. "You think I won't drag you out of here."

Her foot slid higher, teasing along the inside of his thigh now. "I'm counting on it."

The second glass made her bolder. She leaned forward, elbows on the table, the plunge of her dress giving him an even better view. She licked a drop of wine off her bottom lip, knowing damn well what it would do to him.

His hand flexed on the table.

She giggled softly. "You're being so good."

He exhaled like a man trying not to lose control. "You're not."

She tilted her head. "Guess you'll have to do something about that."

That's when he stood.

No warning. No hesitation. Just stood, jaw set, eyes burning into hers.

"Bathroom. Now."

She blinked once, then rose slowly, heart hammering. She could feel his gaze on her back as she walked--slow, swaying just a little more than usual.

The second the door shut behind her, she knew exactly what was coming.

The door to the bathroom clicked shut behind her with a quiet finality. The dim light made the small space feel even tighter, but before she could adjust, he was there--taller, looming, eyes sharp with an intensity that sent a thrill straight to her core.

He didn't say a word. Just took her wrist, pulling her into him with a force that had her breath catching. His mouth was on hers instantly--hot, hungry, demanding. He tasted like wine and the promise of something darker.

His hand slid up to her neck, fingers pressing lightly, just enough to remind her of who was in control.

"I've been patient," he whispered against her lips, the words low, rough, meant for her only. "But you've been teasing me all night, baby."

She tried to answer, but he was already pulling back, his thumb brushing her lips, making her shiver.

"I told you," he continued, voice thick with desire, "If you make it through dinner without being punished, I might let you off easy." He paused, his hand moving to her waist, pulling her against him. "You're not getting off easy."

She gasped when his hand slid under her dress, pushing it up, exposing her bare skin. His fingertips brushed over her, making her stomach tighten in anticipation. But then his hand was at her mouth, pressing over it firmly, cutting off any sound she might have made.

Her eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she kissed his palm, biting lightly at the heel of his hand, her own lips still tingling from his kiss.

He chuckled darkly. "You want to make noise, don't you?"

She nodded, her breath hitching as his fingers slid lower, teasing at the edge of what she wanted.

"Too bad," he murmured, leaning in close, his lips grazing her earlobe. "I want to hear nothing but you, baby, nothing but your breath, and the sound of you squirming under my hand. Don't you dare make a noise."

She shivered at his words, her body already trembling with the promise of what was to come. She kissed his ear, her lips soft against the sensitive skin, then let out a tiny, muffled moan.

His grip tightened on her mouth. "You don't listen very well."

But the heat in his eyes told her everything--he wasn't mad, just hungry. And for the first time all night, she realized exactly how far he'd go to take what he wanted.

She watched as his other hand flipped the front skirt of her dress up, goddamn she loved this man.

"Such a brat. Dirty girl, not wearing any panties. It's like you want to be punished." He stared deep into her eyes, his fiery green meeting her dark browns.

All she could do was nod, and he pressed her on her back on the counter and inserted two fingers inside her, as she lets out an explicit moan.

"Oh, baby, I said you have to be quiet. I only want to hear your breaths and how wet this pretty pussy is. No one outside this bathroom needs to hear my woman take my cock. Do you understand?" He demands.

His hand on her mouth grips her face hard, his two fingers pumping deliciously in and out, the wet sound filling the room. Her eyes roll back into her head and her fingers grip the counter. Hard.

He continues to pump, his thumb circling over her clit.

Her breathing turns hard, he knows she's close. He inserts a third finger, and she lets out a squeal and drenched her husbands fingers as she tightens her walls and orgasms.

"Fuck! Baby!" She whisper yells.

He lets her ride out the wave as he watches that sweet pussy suck in his fingers.

"I love watching you cum for me."

He compliments.

Then he flips her over fast, her bare ass on display. Her lust filled face staring back at her. He drops his pants, freeing his aching cock, she whimpers at the sight of that engorged, thick length.

"Please fuck me, Sir. Use me as your dirty fuck hole." She grins wickedly, knowing how to set him off.

He knows her game, after all, it's been 12 years today. He never got tired of her.

He reached forward and made her arch her back, inserted two fingers from each hand on the side of her red lipstick smeared lips, and stretched her mouth out into a big grin.

"I told you to be quiet, you can't fucking listen. So you better fucking scream then. Have the whole goddamn restaurant hear what a filthy slut I have for a wife. Let them hear how much you beg for my cock in all of your holes."

And with that, he spit in her mouth, delivered a playful slap to her face.

He gave her no time to recover or respond to his words and slammed his fat cock into the sweetest pussy his ever known.

His groans filled the air as he watched his wife in the mirror, drool falling down her open mouth, her eyes never leaving his.

She was beautiful. She was his.

He slapped her cheek again, making her grin bigger around his fingers.

"Come on, baby. Is that all you got for me? I asked you to fuck me, now fucking give me that huge cock."

She muffled out.

He let her mouth go, one hand went to her hip and the other went to his mouth, he spit on his hand and smeared it over her asshole.

Without giving her a breather, he sank two fingers into the tight ring as he punished her pussy with fast, hard strokes.

She out the sweetest sounds, their bodies making lewd sounds in the bathroom.

They didn't have much time. Not that anyone with ears didn't know what was happening back here.

"Such a dirty thing, you take my cock and fingers in all your holes. Good princess, good fucking girl. Now fucking cum for me. Now."

He demanded.

She reached down and flicked her clit twice and came. Hard. She heard her pussy clamp around her husband cock and felt her ass suck in his fingers, she saw stars.

"Yes baby! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!!! Sooooo good!!!!"

She screamed.

He lost it. He hammered twice into her cunt and let loose. His hot load filled her to the brim, between her orgasm and his, it dripped down her thighs. He pressed her face to the glass as he continued to empty his balls inside her.

"That's right, you take my fucking cum. You take my fucking cum. Good fucking girl." He called out to her.

As they calmed down, still joined together. He planted a kiss on her shoulder.

" happy anniversary, my love." He said to her.

He helped her up and fixed her smeared lip and mussed hair.

She reached up and gave him a loving kiss.

" happy anniversary, my love."

"Don't clean up, your punishment for being a brat is to wear us all the way home, and then I'll clean you with my mouth."

She shivered as he led her out to the restaurant, she blushed hard on the way to the car.