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There's a knock at the door, just barely audible over the music playing from the loud speaker down the hall.
"Occupied!" Rosa's voice strains, and she clears her throat quickly to mask it.
"There you are! You've been in there for a minute, is everything okay?" It's Meredith, a close acquaintance from the volunteer center. She's glad she was able to come out this evening to their home, joining the small celebration for Balder's successful business trip.
But at this very moment, she is less than thrilled by her presence.
"Oh yes, everything is fine!" Rosa's tone pulls itself back up to its usual confidence, contrasting with her clenching fingers over the edge of the sink top and her head pressing against the mirror behind her. "Just needed to freshen up for a moment. I had a small spill on my dress is all."
It's not a complete lie, as she did spill a small splash of merlot on her dress. Her first mistake was to lock eyes with her husband across the room, blue irises filled with a coyness that she'd recognize from anywhere. She hadn't seen him in over a month, his business trip keeping him half way across the world.
Sure, they'd talk on the phone, almost nightly. They weren't shy from sharing a few personal images either. But it was a long time for them to be apart; the five hundred gap between them feels like a blur now. They had been nothing but inseparable since their reunion from the graves, prior to this trip.
Balder had returned that very evening, and his colleagues were insistent about an immediate celebration. Rosa found it hard to say no; she loves a good party and wants to celebrate his success more than anyone.
"Alright, I just wanted to make sure you were okay!" Meredith is a sweet soul, always so considerate. It is unfortunate she has such poor timing. "By any chance, do you know where Balder went?"
Rosa opens her mouth to speak, but her husband silences her words with a slow swipe of his tongue over her swollen clit. Rosa cups a hand over her mouth to muffle the stray gasp that flutters out. With her free hand she digs under the sea of silken crimson where is head is and grabs a hold of his graying hairs in a vice grip. The gesture is meant as a reprimand but the eager Sage only digs in deeper, his hands coming to support under her thighs, unperturbed by the heels digging into his back.
"I'm not sure," Rosa breathes out, squeezing her thighs tighter together to try and communicate for him to slow down. He would either heed her warning or suffocate; though she's certain he wouldn't mind such a fate. "He might have stepped outside to get catch some fresh air. Why?"
"Nothing serious, Jeremy just wanted to speak with him about some business stuff, you know how he is. I'll go and have a search!"
"I'll be out soon, I'm almost done!" Rosa is relieved as she hears the women depart from the door. Balder smirks as he pulls back, leaving kisses around her mons.
"Almost done, are you?"
She lets out an airy laugh, her core burning hot. She doesn't want to admit how close she was. She barely got herself off while he was gone. It doesn't feel the same when he's not there in person, and the pleasure of torturous edging is best when she has his cock in hand, rather than watching grainy videos of him begging under covers, his head leaking precum all over his abdomen.
"Oh hush," Her chest rises and falls with anticipation, "Go on and finish up, you have someone waiting for you."
"That Jeremy fellow is quite a bore if I'm being honest," Balder sighs and leans his head against her right thigh, his exhale tickling her in a frustratingly incredible sensation. "He asks for advice but takes none of my suggestions to heart."
"Balder-"
"Besides, I have such a hard on at the moment, I don't think he would want to see me like this."
"If you don't hurry up and finish, I'll leave you here to deal with it on your own."
He tries to cover up his desperation with a chuckle, but she can hear the shift of his pants against the tile floor, pressing together in want. She knows he's just as ready to unravel, no doubt ruining the front of those new slacks.
"You wait any longer and that offer will expire, dear," Rosa feels the pressure in her abdomen, waiting with bated breath. She practically sighs in relief as his mouth ungracefully kisses against her cunt once more, his desperation more wanton than her own.
She grinds against his face as his momentum quickens, her fingers tangling through his short hair. She normally isn't that vocal, but her climax comes with shaky breaths, murmuring affirmations and repeating his name just loud enough for him to hear. She lays her head against the mirror as he fucks her through it, her legs trembling until she pushes him away with a laugh.
He emerges from between her legs with a soaked chin, smeared cerulean lipstick, and a ludicrous smile. She returns the smile but quickly her eyes travel downward, and she struggles to stifle her mirth as she notices the wet spot.
"Seems I'm not the only one who's had a spill this evening."
Balder looks down to the tented front of his pants, nervously laughing.
"I have my own cleaning up to do, don't I?"
Rosa brings the toe of her heel up and rubs it against the hardened outline of his cock, cutting off his laughter and pulling a gruff moan. He actually pulls away from the touch, enough to tell her she's nearly ruined him then and there.
"Poor thing, what am I to do with you?"
"You don't have to worry about me dear, I shouldn't keep you any longer. I can finish myself."
"Nonsense," She pulls her knees back with an impressive nimbleness, exposing her black wet curls as she bunches up her dress. She guides her fingers through her folds to spread them open, shivering at the lingering sensitivity. "You've been a good boy, and I've missed you terribly."
With the same giddy grin and trembling hands, Balder fumbles over his belt buckle and zipper. His weeping cock springs out as he shoves his garments down halfway, resting his shaft against her thigh, pulsating.
"I'll be quick."
"I know you will."
The comment would sting anyone else's ego, but it only makes him laugh that much more. He leans in for a wanting kiss as he presses inside of her with ease. He lets all of his moans slip between her teeth and over her tongue. She's still so slick that she barely registers his rapid increase in speed. His runty cock has rarely ever rung out an orgasm from her, but the enthusiasm and foolhardiness in his sloppy rhythm is something she will always find endearing. She never bashes him for it outside of some light teasing; something that he's come to enjoy.
He keeps his promise, as after only a few good thrusts, he presses his face into her shoulder to bury his whimpers and finishes deep inside. She kisses the temple of his forehead and mumbles soft praises as he winds down. He pulls himself out and she can't help but make a noise in her throat as she feels his cum quickly leak out of her and drip down her leg. He'd been holding onto that for as long as he's been away, just as she asked him to.
"Oh dear," She sighs, realizing she's going to need a few minutes longer to clean up proper. Blue lipstick marks are smeared over her neck and the top of breasts, and she feels sweat pooling in the dip of her back.
Without another word, Balder removes himself from her shoulder and slinks back down to the floor, sultry eyes never leaving hers. Without a verbal command, he gets to work cleaning her up, starting just below knee where his hot trail ends.
She lays her head against the mirror once more with a satisfied grin and lidded eyes, the party and its crowd miles from her mind.
"I'm glad you're home, darling."
"Me too, dear."