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Unsolved
Amanda loves being married. She loves the whole lifestyle. She loves having Sonny sharing her home and her bed and the parenting duties. Every single thing about married life is a win as far as she is concerned. The thing she absolutely loves the most… her in-laws when they take the girls for the whole weekend… Friday after school until Amanda and Sonny pick them up on Staten Island at Sunday dinner. Yes, they still have baby Dominick at home with them but, at four months old, he sleeps through the night and stays where they leave him. He’s an easy baby, happy and content, like his Daddy.
Sunday mornings are perfected in the Rollins-Carisi household. There is no urgency to leave the cocoon of a warm bed. The girls, when home, have been taught to read or draw until the first number on the digital clock is a 9. Sonny will eventually rise and make breakfast but not until his wife gives him the go ahead. Amanda‘s goal each and every Sunday is to see how long she can remain in bed with her husband.
Today is the epitome of Sunday morning perfection. The girls are with Serafina and Dom. It’s a gloomy weather day keeping the morning light to a minimum. The baby wakes early. Sonny changes him and gives him a bottle of pumped milk, and gently rocks and soothes him back to sleep. Being the model husband, Sonny retrieves the New York Times from the front porch of their new home and leaves it on the bedside table, open and folded to the crossword puzzle with a pencil on top for his beautiful wife. Sonny dozes back to sleep as Amanda wakes. She pads silently to the bathroom and back without rousing the beautiful man in her bed.
Amanda begins the puzzle. She works it, solving the easiest answers across, then down, before going back to the ones that need more thought. By the time she needs his brain, Sonny is awake and cuddled against her. It’s the dream Amanda had as a young teenager… the image of what a happy marriage looks like. Two people who can’t get enough of each other snuggled under the comforter never losing contact. He touches her in random fashion… drawing swirly lines up and down her arms with his fingers, flattening his open hand over her belly, sliding his lips across the silky skin of her neck. It’s a game they play… she tries to complete the puzzle and he does everything in his power to distract her before she can.
“Eight letter word for ‘fragile’, third letter ‘L’…”
“Mmm… ‘delicate’,” he whispers, his breath tickling the shell of her ear.
Sonny slips a bit lower under the blankets. He concentrates on her legs today… soft touch… intricate patterns… higher and higher with each pass… fingertips barely there on the inside of her thighs. The quiet around them exacerbates their breath sounds and it’s erotic on so many levels.
“The 24th President of the United States…”
“Grover Cleveland… 22nd and 24th.”
Amanda looks at him… shirtless, eyes closed, hair a wavy mess. He’s so relaxed and his fingers are doing things to her as they creep closer and closer to her core. She’s needy… wet. He knows it and wears an impish grin. He’s so fucking sexy. He gets to her every week they play this game. She has yet to win. Some Sundays she gives in right away. There are Sundays when she puts up a valiant fight. Other times, she promises him a world of kink if he’ll only help her finish… and he always helps her finish… just never the puzzle.
“Ohhh… Babe… dessert Sicily is known for…”
Sonny stops moving and chuckles. He pushes himself back up to the pillows while easing the pencil and newspaper from her hands…
“Son… Sonny… not nice. I’m working on that. I’m so close to being done.”
He skims his hand up her shirt and thumbs her nipples. Then taking her hand in his, Sonny presses it to his rock-hard cock and smiling says, “Cannoli. And, yeah, I know you’re close to bein’ done.”
She rubs him, cups him, fondles him. He’s latched on to one of her nipples and what he’s doing to her is heavenly. He’s so gentle, careful not to hurt her or do anything to disrupt her milk supply or cycle for Baby Dom. They’ve found a routine that eases her soreness and brings her pleasure, and Sonny is so proud of that. She loves him for taking the time to find what works for her.
“Mmmm… God, Sonny…”
“Feel good?”
“Yes. Your son is a brute, but you… mmm… you know your way around boobs.”
“Your boobs. I’m a little bit addicted ta be honest.”
“Good. You also know your way around other parts of me. I wouldn’t mind if you worked your magic in those places, too.”
“Before-a after finishin’ the crossword?”
“Same time?”
Sonny chuckles and kisses his wife slowly, deepening the intensity. They get handsy and mash hips and pelvises together… hot and heavy… until Sonny brings them gently back.
“I’m gonna give ya this puzzle… only because ya asked… and I won’t even take it personally that ya think you’re gonna solve it while I go down on ya. I might hafta consider bein’ concerned about ya mental health because I am 100% confident in my abilities. I haven’t failed yet.”
“Wow. Well, then, you have something to prove, Counselor.”
“Do I, though? My record is impeccable. Ya haven’t fully solved this puzzle yet… at least not since I started sharin’ ya bed.”
“How long can this go on, really? I’m bound to get a win. Let’s see what you got this morning, Sonny.”
He gives back the crossword and the pencil. He watches as she fluffs the pillows and makes herself comfortable. She’s ridiculous if she thinks the moment his tongue is lapping at her silky wet folds she won’t toss the puzzle, the pencil, and the blankets onto the floor and lose herself in him. He’s sure she knows it’s a losing cause and she’ll be leaving the puzzle unsolved yet again, but he loves her determination.
On his side, propped on an elbow, Sonny watches Amanda. Her brow is furrowed, lip is nibbled, pencil is tapped on the newspaper as she works through a few answers. She squirms under his gaze in anticipation of his touch. Her nipples are hard sensitive pebbles sitting straight up begging to be kissed and sucked. The swoop in her belly is a reminder of how much she loves their time together and how he turns her on more now than he ever has because she KNOWS what he does to her… what he can do, and it’s amazing every single time.
He tugs at her tee, and she pulls it off revealing those beautiful tits to him. His heavy exhaled breath speaks to her. Her own breath catches in her lungs. They’re naked and flushed… warm in all the right ways. She pretends to be focused on the empty across answers, but in truth, her mind is only on going down. The waiting is getting to her, the way he looks at her body, contemplates what he wants to do to her. She pulls her knees up to her chest, widening her knees, planting her feet flat on the bed. She attempts to work the puzzle resting on her thighs. Futile work, she knows. She was silly for being so adamant about getting the answers filled in. With the girls away for the weekend, they can be more adventurous.
Sonny’s hand travels from Amanda’s neck to her breasts. He plays with her for a moment before trailing to her belly, taking in the softness of her skin. His mouth covers a nipple and he gently rolls his tongue over her. The imaginary swirls he’s tracing around her bellybutton are divine and her eyes slip closed.
“Thinkin’ about somethin’? An answer maybe?”
“Mhmm… serious thought…”
His fingers detour to her hip and then to the underside of her thigh. Each stroke rides higher up her inner thigh, closer to her center. He can smell that scent of arousal so unique to Amanda that drives him wild. He teases her so adeptly she could cum just from the anticipation of his hand where she truly wants it.
“Mmm… maybe I can help ya… which question are ya working on? What’s got ya thinkin’ so hard,” he rasps against her stomach, his breath like a million feathers on her.
“It’s one specific thing… one very specific thing…”
“Try me…”
On a shuddered exhale, she reclines deeper into the pillows, the newspaper and pencil dropped to the floor.
“Sixty-nine… down.”
She feels his laughter before she hears it. He uses the pads of his fingers to delicately caress her outer lips, already so slick with her arousal. He probes with one finger finding her swollen bud and circles it so languidly and unhurried. As much as she seeks release, it’s this weightless, sensual bubble that she wishes she can bottle. He’s so good at keeping her here and making her feel like she’s worth every nanosecond he spends maintaining this feeling in her. He nips at her hip and her thigh while turning his body to position himself in the way she suggested… his top to her bottom… Yin to Yang.
“Sonny… I want your mouth on me. Don’t make me wait,” she whines taking him in her hands and twisty stroking him as she plants kisses at the tip of his erection.
He has her so worked up that she’s hungrily licking and sucking, deeper and deeper with each bob of her head before he even thrusts his fingers into her. She was so bold thinking she had any resolve at all. He melts through any resistance she has… which isn’t really any at all. As they pleasure each other with lips and tongues and hands and fingers, spiraling higher and higher, Sonny tries to pull back and warn her that he’s about to tumble. Her arms wrap around him tighter and hold him firmly to her so she can taste his release. As the waves of ecstasy roll through him he sucks her clit in time with his body’s spasms bringing her tumbling with him.
They lie unmoving for several minutes before Sonny turns himself to look into her eyes. He kisses her softly in appreciation for being his everything, as he does every time they’re so intimate.
“If ya wanna get that crossword off the floor, I’ll help ya finish it.”
“Mmm… I think I’d rather cuddle with you for a bit… see if we can maybe enjoy a quickie before the baby wakes… maybe a shower for the three of us when he does? I think I can live with the puzzle staying unsolved.”
“I like the way you think. Unsolved it is.”