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Finally the kids were out of the house and Hal had got the day off. But just when he wanted to spend some quality time with Lois, his wife who seemed to be working more than ever before. What she was working on Hal didn’t know, but it was becoming his greatest enemy as he stood at the end of the bed, staring at Lois as she had her notebook in her lap, scribbling away.
It was so goddamn hot in the house, and no matter what Hal did the temperate was a little too warm. So, it shouldn’t have been so surprising to see Lois in her short sleeved button up pyjama top and her pyjama shorts.
To put it nicely, she looked edible. And Hal wanted to feel the smoothness of her skin, her heartbeat against his, and her hands touching him, caressing him, loving him.
“What’s the matter, Hal?” Lois asked suddenly, not even glancing up from her notebook.
“Nothing!” Hal said, his voice unnaturally high in pitch. “I, uh, are you busy, hon?”
“Do I look busy?”
“Yeah?”
“There you go.”
Oh.
Instead of taking the hint of backing off and finding another source of entertainment, Hal took matters into his own hands and crawled up the bed. He settled on his knees as his hands ran up and down Lois’ thighs, lightly caressing her, feeling her warmth.
“Hal,” Lois said in warning, her voice low as Hal’s hands didn’t pull away.
“Don't worry,” Hal’s voice dropped to a whisper and he grinned up at Lois, effectively dissipating her glare. “It’ll be like I was never here.”
“It better,” Lois said before her attention was back onto her paper again. Hal wanted to rip it out of her hands with his teeth but he restrained himself. He wanted to get closer.
Holding his breath, his hands grabbed the backs of Lois’ knees and he pulled her down the bed. He ignored her shout of protest and he settled on his stomach, his face laying where her stomach met her pelvis as he manipulated her thighs to gently wrap around his head.
Like a satisfied, comfortable cat, Hal let out a low hum and his hands held her thighs where they were, not giving her the chance to move away.
“What happened to you never being here?” Lois asked and she hit Hal’s head with the notebook before resting it there — her new makeshift desk.
Hal sighed deeply, his face burying into her hip as he tried to get impossibly closer. “Get back to work, hon.”
Not to be dramatic or anything, but Hal swore Lois started writing more aggressively just to let Hal know he was not welcome there. He didn’t care one single bit. She could keep on complaining, subtly or right to his face, but until she told him to get up and go away, he was not leaving. With his face buried in her stomach, his hands on her thighs, and her so damn close to him, he wouldn’t give this up for the world.
When one of Lois’ hands ran through his hair, her nails scratching at his scalp, it sent shivers down his spine and made his skin heat up. He shuffled closer to her, a soft sound escaping his lips as her hand didn’t let up in his hair.
He wanted her hands all over him. They were soft, so soft, but firm with their intentions. Hal was willing to take whatever she dished out.
“This is nice,” he said quietly and he beamed when Lois’ hand scratched harder, tugged slightly, then smoothed his hair back.
She pulled away and Hal whined pathetically. In retaliation for his wife rightfully doing her work, he pulled her closer and pressed chaste kisses to the bare skin of her thigh. She grumbled but didn’t move away from his lips. Hal continued. Without taking his mouth off her, still kissing up and down her smooth, plump skin, he sat back slightly so he could stare up at her, a dopey grin on his face.
Love kept him from thinking straight; he was eternally grateful Lois was the brains of the outfit.
With a deep breath she stared down at him over the notebook, her eyes narrowed but burning with fondness. “What are you doing?” she asked slowly, like she was waiting for any opportunity for Hal to mess up so she could kick him to the curb.
Hal didn’t stop kissing up her thighs and fixed her with a suspiciously innocent grin. “Well, you’ve been working so hard,” he said and laughed when Lois chuckled and looked away for a moment. “And I think you deserve a break.”
“Uh-huh,” she hummed before turning back to him, her hand returning to his hair as she brushed his hair back to see his face. “And how do you think you’re doing that?”
“Now you wanna pay attention to me?” Hal teased as his fingers slipped under her waistband and tugged slightly, his hands itching to touch her.
“Should I?”
She was a tease. And the devilish, sharp smile on her face meant she knew it too.
“Yes,” he said quickly and when she lifted her hips, he tugged her shorts down along with her underwear and tossed them to the side.
The sight of her made him tremble. She was gorgeous. Her legs spread, just waiting for him to reclaim his spot between them, his mouth watering at how she was already aroused, her thighs glistening, his eyes couldn’t decide which was better to look at: her burning eyes or her arousal.
He loved her. Simply, truly, undeniably.
With a knowing look, Lois shuffled her hips, and Hal didn’t want to waste anymore of her time. She deserved better than that.
“I’ve got you, hon,” he muttered as he settled on his stomach again, his hands returning to her thighs, keeping her open for him.
With one hand, Hal let go of her thigh and bought it to her clit to circle slowly, pulling a shaky inhale out of her. She was wet to the touch and Hal laughed breathlessly.
She wanted him just as bad as he wanted her.
After watching her writhe beneath him, he finally bought his mouth to her cunt. He replaced his finger for his tongue and she moaned as his finger pressed at her entrance, not going further. He smiled up at her, his tongue tracing meaningless shapes, but all he cared about was how she trembled beneath him. She threw her head back and her hands flew to his hair, tugging him forward as her hips bucked up into his face.
“More,” Lois said and when Hal finally thrusted a finger inside of her, crooking it right into the spot that made her moan, she choked on her breath and muttered our a sharp, “Good, Hal.”
No one else got praised the way Lois praised Hal, and he soaked that up like a dry sponge. He thrust a second finger inside of her; she began to tremble and her hands tightened in Hal’s hair. With a muffled moan, he continued to lick, suck, and fuck into her. His own arousal grew in his pants, but he wasn’t going to do anything about it until Lois was satisfied. Without taking his mouth off her or interrupting his hand, he stared up at her and smiled at the way her head was still thrown back and her chest heaved, shaky, loud moans falling from her lips. He choked on his own embarrassing sound when her hips thrust up into his mouth, and down onto his finger, taking everything he was giving.
Light-headedness began to overtake Hal but he didn’t stop, god no, the threat of passing out didn’t even take up a single thought in his head — it was all Lois. He whimpered when her hands began to make his scalp burn and her thighs trembled around his head.
“Ah, so much for working— Hal!” Her sentence was cut off by a loud gasp as Hal curved his fingers and sucked on her clit. She fucked up into her face and her moans tapered off into short, high-pitched whines.
He didn’t stop. Nothing could make him stop. He needed to see her come undone on his fingers, his mouth, right before his eyes, all for him, and only for him.
With one final drawn-out, low moan, Lois’ hips stuttered and she came on Hal’s mouth and fingers. She shook and to avoid overstimulating her, Hal took his mouth off her and pressed kisses to her trembling thighs. Though, he kept his fingers inside of her, drunk on the way she tightened around him and kept him deep inside of her. He whined when the hands in his hair loosened but didn’t pull away, still scratching at his sensitive scalp.
“Come here,” Lois muttered and her voice broke from how loud she had been. Her inhibitions had flown out the window, they didn't need to be quiet, they had the whole house to themselves. Hal loved her sounds.
Hal obeyed her, pulling his fingers out of her and pushing himself up the bed so he was flush against her — her thighs wrapped around his waist, her hands on his shoulders. He buried his face into her neck for a moment, breathing in her scent, only to me shoved back. He let out a soft, questioning noise, staring down at her as he pulled back, his hands holding her waist tightly.
“Do you want some help?” Lois asked and pointedly glanced down to where his erection was straining in his own shorts.
“Yes, please,” he said, face burning.
She hummed and with one hand on his waist, she pushed him back and sat up on the bed before patting her thigh. He stared at her. Don’t blame him for being slow, his mind was still reeling from his wife just being so goddamn beautiful, he wasn’t exactly thinking.
“Straddle my thigh,” she said with a laugh and held Hal’s waist as he did so. She hummed happily when he settled and he buried his face back into her neck. Her hand trailed down his chest, his stomach, and to his crotch, cupping him through his shorts.
“Hon, please,” he was like a broken record that only muttered pleases right into her ear. But she didn’t seem to mind, and even enjoyed his manners as she pulled his waistband down enough to take his cock out. He didn’t realise how wet he was until she began to stroke him, using his precum as lube. He moaned into her neck when she ran her thumb over the tip and sped her hand up.
He shivered and his hips bucked into her hand slightly, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. He wasn’t going to last long and he was too embarrassed to look Lois in the eye as her hand tightened around him and fucked his dick.
With a sharp moan, he bucked his hips once more and came into her hand. Pleasure blinded him for a moment and he buried his face into her neck, kissing sloppily as he tried to breathe.
Lois turned her head towards him and when he kissed her, his hands cupping her face, she only moaned into his mouth as she tasted herself. Hal bit her lip as he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. He shivered as she stroked his dick once before tucking him back into his shorts and wiping his cum on his shirt.
He frowned, but couldn’t keep the dopey grin off his face. “Sorry,” he muttered and he kissed her again, shuffling closer so they were flush against each other.
Lois’s hands settled on his waist and she smiled into the kiss, her lips so soft against his own. “You should be,” she said between kisses. “You just wasted my working time.”
“Yeah,” he said, then he pulled away, but held her face as he kissed everywhere he could — her cheeks, nose, temple, forehead. “I love you.”
She laughed, rich and sweet, as she tried to pull away from the aggressive pecks. “I love you too,” she said like it was a prayer.