Vic approached Poppy from behind, and set his head on top of hers, his face in her hair. "Home at last." His hands wandered down his wife's stout and curvy body, grabbing her shirt and casually pulling it out from being tucked in her pants. He replaced the fabric with his rough fingers, sliding them down beneath her waistband and savoring the warm, soft skin below. She sighed, and leaned back into him, her hand reaching up to grab hold of his neck as he felt her up.
If there was one thing he enjoyed about their travels it was how Poppy would become so tired afterwards that she'd yield to him without hesitation. To prove it to himself, his hand pushed lower, his fingers barely pressing against her slit to tease her while his other pulled her shirt up to grab her breast. She moaned, and he smiled to himself. His finger slipped into her slit to find her clit, which he played with carefully. Her hips trembled as he rubbed her most sensitive spot. He added a second finger in between her lips to increase the pressure on her clit, and she whimpered. She was feeling so hot now, and his ministrations had turned from foreplay to pleasure. If he'd rubbed any harder or faster she might have cum right then and there.
Instead, he stopped and he guided her to their bed, each pulling off clothes every step of the way. Both fully nude, he guided her to lie down and knelt at the foot of the bed before pushing her legs apart and holding them open. She smiled down at him, and bit her lip. Poppy really never had any problem getting turned on, and the second his tongue met flesh she gasped.
His tongue prodded at her opening, not pushing into her, but exploring her inner and outer lips. Up one side and down the other, he took his time, determined not to miss any chance to add to the pressure building inside her. Finally, his tongue delved into her, and he pushed as far as he could reach inside her with it before bringing it back out and up to press gingerly on her clit. He teased her, in between pressing he'd flick it, causing her to jerk. Eventually he covered it with his mouth and sucked gently. She moaned, and wiggled her hips toward him in an attempt to invoke more contact from him. He chuckled, and moved back as much as she moved forward, not content to simply indulge her. She was very much his, and there was no way he wasn't going to remind her of that every chance he got.
He stopped altogether and sat up higher, and she whined in protest. Her disappointment disappeared as soon as it had come, however, as instead of using his tongue, he used his fingers to touch and fondle her pussy. With two fingers he traced her outer lips up and down, and then spread them open to have a clear view of all her femininity. Now exposed to the air, her opening pulsed and clit peeked out from under its hood. He marveled at the treat in front of him before returning to his practice. With his pointer finger, he tapped her clit, and then began to rub it up and down, then in circles, causing her tremble. He didn't touch her opening until all his tapping and teasing her clit had caused it to visibly moisten and pulse with desire.
He stood up to stretch for a moment, his knees aching a bit from kneeling on the floor.
"Won't you just fuck me now?" she groaned as she watched him, "Come on, I know you want to." She gestured to his erection, and licked her lips. There was no mistaking the admiration in her eyes.
"I'd love to, dearest," he began, "but I'm not done with you yet. My humblest apologies." Pretending not to be aware of it with a false yawn, he pushed his hips forward to present himself to her. His hard and primed cock just out of reach of her hand, her mouth, and her aching pussy. She couldn't help visualizing the way it was going to feel inside her, stretching her, filling her, and he knew exactly that's what she was thinking. It pleased him to watch her ache for him, knowing that she'd have to wait a only little longer but that she was greedy anyways. Her mouth watered and her eyes dilated as it bobbed in the air just for her. Both he and Poppy knew that he was teasing her, and to Poppy it was positively cruel.
"Oh, come on! I want it so bad..." She pushed herself up on her elbows to reach for his cock, but he pushed her back down, and he allowed himself a wicked grin before keeling back down in front of her pussy. He rubbed her clit a little to push her back into the lenient mood she was in before pushing his long middle finger all the way inside her. She gasped, and before she could relax he curled it upward and began to pump it in and out. She cried out, and her hips arched toward him. He grabbed her hip to hold her down, then added a second finger. She made a noise that got caught in the back of her throat. His fingers inside her didn't come close to what she prayed was coming, but it felt so good she had to arch her back and grab the sheets.
Without warning he pressed his thumb to her clit in time with his fingers, and with his other hand he reached up to grab her breast, stroking her nipple. She yelped, and then held her breath to keep from cumming as he continued. After a few brief moments she yelled "Stop!" He looked up at her. "I'm going to cum right now if you don't slow down!"
