Rating: PG 13 for brief nudity & suggestiveness
Genre: slice of life
Summary: Bernd has a new holiday he wants to celebrate with Amber…
Author’s notes: Thanks to Kat for giving this a quick pink. Please note that National Horny Day is a thing (Thanks, COM for pointing that out and Kat as well!). Also Amber belongs to Kat, I’m just borrowing her.
Amber stood at the sink, washing the breakfast dishes. Minky had dropped the kids off at school, Vati and Greta had gone food shopping, and Bernd was asleep. She had the morning to herself as soon as she finished doing the dishes. Rinsing the last bowl, Amber was thinking of making another cup of tea and grabbing her book, after she got dressed and started a load of laundry, when a pair of arms snaked around her.
Bernd held her close and nuzzled her cheek. While he happily shared Amber with Greta and Minky, he also loved stolen moments like this when they were free to do whatever they wanted. Sometimes they went into town so Amber could stock up on art supplies; sometimes they went to the bookstore or went thrifting. Other times they stayed home and watched a movie. This morning, Bernd wanted to indulge in something else. Feeling a bit “horn-doggy” after his nap, he ground his hips against her.
Amber shook her head. Doing her best to ignore him, she put the bowl in the dish rack. “I thought you were sleeping.” She chuckled when he gave her breasts a squeeze.
“I was asleep and then I woke up when I realized it’s National Horny Day,” Bernd said, his voice low and husky. He was hard with desire and he would rather have a romp in bed with her than go solo.
Amber laughed. “Every day with you is a horny one.”
“Can I help it if I love and desire you?” He ground his hips against her again to underscore his words.
She snorted out a laugh. Taking his hands off her breasts, she wormed around in his arms to face him. “You sound like one of Didi’s romance novels!” She laughed.
Bernd smirked and waggled his eyebrows at her. “So?”
“I have the bathrooms to clean and the laundry to do-” the rest of her half-hearted protests were swallowed up in his kiss.
When they came up for air, he said, “How about a quickie and I help you with your chores?”
“Well, if you put it that way…” Amber snaked a hand under his t-shirt and tweaked his nipple.
Bernd let out a soft moan.
“Then what are you waiting for?” She moved out of his embrace and headed towards the basement stairs where her bedroom was. She paused, and lifting the baggy t-shirt she had slept in, she flashed her ample bosom at him, before continuing downstairs.
He did not need to be told twice. Grinning like a fool, Bernd hurried downstairs after her. He had a feeling National Horny Day was going to be not only his favorite holiday, but a fun new tradition.