***This is just a little lone shot thing. Sorry if it pretty much sucks, it's been a while and for some reason I've not been into this side of me since having my kid. But I hope it works. This isn't some long, drawn out thing, it pretty much goes right into the action.***
She was exhausted after running errands. So the first thing Amy did when got home was throw her keys and purse on the foyer table and make her way to the bedroom. In her room she tugged off her sensible tennis shoes, throwing them by the door, then peeled off her socks and jeans leaving them where she stood. Adding to that the long-sleeved, black top she wore. Now down to her underwear she unhooked the bra and dropped it to the floor. On the bed lay a simple gray tank top that she wore to bed. Aside from her panties it was the only clothing she wore at night, feeling too restricted in anything more.
In her pajamas she pulled the hair tie from her shoulder length, sable colored hair. She ran her fingers through it once as she fell into bed. With a yawn she rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, too tired to even get under the covers. It wasn't long before she was asleep and breathing softly.
An hour later the front door opened. Jared had finally gotten home from work. The traffic had been horrendous and after the long day at the office moving inch by inch down the highway only caused him more stress. Closing the door with a heavy sigh he saw Amy's keys and purse on the table.
"Amy, sweetheart, I'm home," Jared called out as he kicked his shoes off. When there was no answer he went in search of his wife. He found her lying on the bed sound asleep. For a moment he turned to go to the kitchen for a snack but when Amy moaned softly in her sleep, he stopped, turning back to look at his wife.
She'd rolled over onto her back, her head turned to the side, the skin on her long, slender neck exposed. As he watched her he noticed how her chest slowly rose and fell, her ample chest moving up and down. One of her hands was resting on her stomach which had become visible when she rolled over and her shirt was pulled up a few inches. His eyes already moving downward he continued trailing his gaze over her navel and to the apex of her legs. Red lace panties covered the tops of her shapely thighs and concealing the small mound of dark hair he knew covered Amy's sex.
While looking over his half-naked wife, Jared's heart began to pound and his breath quickened. Amy looked so vulnerable laying there on the bed her full, cupid's bow lips slightly parted, hair mussed into a dark halo around her head. Being careful so as not to make any noise Jared tip-toed over to the bed and eased onto it.
Her neck was too inviting to pass up, besides he didn't want to go too quickly and wake her. Slowly, he leaned down over Amy and placed a gentle kiss on her neck. When she didn't stir he continued by tracing his tongue up along the skin. As he deepened his kissing he nipped her a few times, making her suck in a breath but she was still fast asleep.
Then he began to move down, kissing the hollow at the base of her neck and stopping just short of the collar of her tank top. Sitting back up, he gently moved her arms above her head and pulled her shirt up over her breasts. When they broke free of the material, Jared stifled a gasp. It didn't matter how long they'd been together he still had a high appreciation for her generous breasts.
