Waiting
A Tempting Sequel
Hello my darlings. Long time, no? College will do that. Anyway, short summary of my life. I'm a Theatre major and after starring in my first role at my university as a sex-crazed woman who feels the need to act normal in public, I've decided to come back to you. Sort of. I'm writing this as a 30 minute challenge to myself- you should have received the notification no later than 11:00pm Eastern Standard Time. I'm gonna stop writing at 10:55 and post. No matter where I am in the story.
As a warning that you shouldn't need, it's sex. A lot of sex. Some kinkier stuff than I've written before. Domination and spanking. Yeah, Smitchie's into that.
If you like it, tell me. I'll try to finish it.
xoxo
"Shane. Shane, seriously. This is important. Shane." Mitchie tapped her foot impatiently as her husband occupied himself with cleaning kitchen fixtures. He was bent over, scrubbing away at the kitchen island when he looked up to meet her eyes guiltily.
"I know it's important. That's why I'm cleaning." Shane explained as though it should be obvious. Mitchie quirked an eyebrow and Shane sighed, scrub brush and soapy, sudsy mixture still in his hands. "I get anxious. When I get anxious, I sweat. When I sweat, I feel dirty. I clean when I feel dirty. This kitchen is filthy." With that, Mitchie tried to suppress a smile. The kitchen was sparkling- quite literally.
"Baby, the kitchen is clean. Now, are you done? Can we look at the test now?" She gestured to the pregnancy test sitting on the edge of the counter, biting her lip. Shane swallowed audibly and set the cleaning materials in the sink, his own nerves showing in his eyes. "Let's talk about what happens after we look at the test," Mitchie began, twisting her hands. "If it's positive, we call our doctor. Or parents. I don't know who to call first. If it's negative, that's okay. Really. Most couples get pregnant within the first year of marriage- we've only been married officially 3 weeks...though we've been trying for a baby much longer than that."
Shane grinned, hearing his wife talk herself down. Watching her calm down was calming for him. He moved to stand behind her, arms wrapped around her waist as she tentatively flipped over the stick. Two pink lines...what did that mean? He wracked his brain, but realized it was a positive when Mitchie spun in his arms and kissed him fervently. "A baby." He mumbled happily as his wife tangled her tongue around his, pressing against him eagerly.
"A baby." She whispered affirmatively, her hands laced in his hair and her leg hitched around his waist. Shane hoisted his wife's leg higher and pressed firmly against her center, sensing that their first action was not going to be a phone call. "Shane, we're having a baby. I'm pregnant." Her voice was filled with joy and she continued to kiss him, one hand trailing down his chest to tease at his belt buckle. "I want you."
Shane looked at her with a grin. "Thought we had to call the doctor. Or our parents." Mitchie groaned in frustration, realizing that was the responsible thing to do and detached herself from her husband and moving towards the phone, muttering swear words under her breath. As she dialed, Shane moved up against her, hands creeping up under her shirt to caress her stomach. "Don't hang up." He ordered softly, and Mitchie's breath caught. She loved when Shane took control.
"Mom? It's Mitchie and-" Mitchie gasped softly as Shane took her earlobe in his mouth, teasing and letting his breath fill her ear. "Sorry Mom, it's me and Shane and I- oh Shane," she whimpered, feeling the stirrings of his erection press against her rear, "Shane and I have some big news Mom. We're having a baby." Shane, gripping her hips, rubbed himself against her and bit along her neckline, loving how his wife tried to maintain control. "Yes, we just, oh God, took the test and it came up positive and we're both so excited," Mitchie whimpered again as Shane slipped a hand between her legs to press the seam of her shorts against her center firmly. "So excited and...yes, we have to call his parents now, so I'll, yes, yes I'll call you later." Mitchie tried not to groan as she slammed the phone down and whipped around to kiss Shane.
"You didn't do so well keeping your composure, Mitchie." Shane commented, rubbing small circles against her shorts. "I think you're not focused on what you're doing. So you won't be calling my parents." With that, he pushed her gently to the hardwood floor of their kitchen and grinned as she placed open mouthed kisses along the bulge of his jeans. "You've got the right idea Sugar. You need to be punished."
"Not much of a punishment." Mitchie shot back, tugging Shane's jeans down and moaning at the sight of his erection. "You know how wet this gets me." With that, she licked her husband's length softly, both hands on his thighs. Shane leaned back against the counter, grunting as his wife sucked and teased his cock with enthusiasm.
"The punishment isn't the blow job." Shane managed to tell her, one hand tangled in her hair, keeping her mouth around the base of his cock while her throat constricted around the head. "The punishment is you can't come until I tell you." Mitchie whimpered, her lips tightening as Shane chuckled, releasing her hair.
Mitchie, despite denying it all later, loved when her husband denied her orgasm. She felt it made the moment much more powerful and definitely more intimate. They were equals in the marriage, but she loved that her husband took charge in the bed. Sometimes taking charge meant making her dominate him, and sometimes it meant she'd be on her knees for two hours. Shane could take charge every day if he wanted, as far as Mitchie was concerned.
She worked her tongue around the head of his erection, flicking her tongue over it quickly, determined to bring him to climax quickly. Shane sighed, letting his head fall back as his wife grasped the base of his penis firmly, giving him firm upward strokes as she bobbed her head diligently.
"Mitchie." Shane groaned, and she smirked, one hand snaking around and cupping his balls to push them against his body gently. "Mitchie, soon." Shane commented, feeling his erection pulse in her hand. She nodded, removing her hand and forcing his length into her mouth, moaning around him and idly letting one free hand move to her center, whimpering as she felt how wet she was. "Fuck, now!" Shane exclaimed, and Mitchie clutched his thigh, swallowing with pleasure and licking the length of him with a smug expression in her eyes. "You're still not allowed to come." Shane commented as his wife stroked his cock, determined to get him hard again.
"I know." Mitchie sighed, then yelped in pleasure as Shane tugged her shorts off and slid two fingers deep into her while his thumb rubbed against her clit. "Shane..." she whimpered, bucking her hips up against his hand. "Shane, baby, right there." Mitchie groaned in frustration as her husband ceased all movement.
"You're not gonna come that soon Sugar." Shane chided, resuming his motions and caressing her breasts with his free hand. "God, you've got great boobs." Mitchie laughed softly, pulling her shirt over her head. Shane lurched forward to lap at one nipple, attaching his mouth around it and sucking lightly. "I love you." Shane mumbled, scissoring his fingers deep within her, taking pleasure in her high pitched cries.
"Shane, I need it." Mitchie whined, knowing that her husband loved when she begged for her release. "I need to come so badly Baby." Her hips were moving, rolling, against his hand, forcing his fingers deeper and she nearly cried when he removed his hand from her.
"No Mitchie, you don't need it. Not yet you don't." Shane commented, picking his wife up and laying her across his lap, letting her feel his erection. "Now, we both know what the punishment is for lying." Mitchie nodded, biting her lip to prepare for the pleasure Shane was about to deliver. "Can you count to ten for yourself or do I need to do it?" Shane asked, caressing her ass lovingly.
"I can count." Mitchie mumbled, her eyes shut and back arched. Shane smiled, giving her rear a light pat. "One." Shane rubbed her softly, before delivering a slightly more firm swat. "Two." Shane pulled his hand back and gave her the first forceful swat. "Three." Mitchie's voice caught as she stifled a moan. Shane brought his hand back farther, bringing it down with power. "Four!" Shane delivered another firm hit, his eyes raking over the pink handprint he was leaving. "Five!" Mitchie was positively dripping against his leg now, but she knew if she rubbed against her husband, he'd only double the spankings- "Six!" and make it harder and harder for her not to come. "Seven!" Shane could feel his wife's pussy against his leg and let his disapproval show in his punishment." Eight, oh fuck Shane!" Mitchie squealed, arching her back higher. Shane took care to deliver the hits to the same spot, watching his wife fail to control her own pleasure. "Nine! Shit, Shane I need your cock in me!" Mitchie shrieked, as Shane delivered the final spanking with the most force Mitchie had ever felt him use- "Ten! Fuck me Shane!"
Shane pushed her off his lap gently, pushing her legs open and licking at her clit furiously, both hands holding his wife's hips down firmly to control her as he devoured her. "Not yet. You're not nearly wet enough yet."