"How was work, Gil?" you asked as your husband walked through the door.
"Tiring, liebe," he mumbled. "I'm tired of my boss always making hard demands. That guy is a real pain in the ass."
You frowned. Your poor husband. He was always treated with such disrespect. Sure, he could be a bit irritable at times and act immature. However, you married him, didn't you? That should count for something. You knew he could be irresistable and a joy to have.
"I'm sorry, babe," you said softly, bringing him in for a tight hug.
"It's alright, liebe," he said smiling a bit at you. "I need to work hard to support you, ja?"
"I know," you sighed.
He kissed you lightly before going to sit on the couch for a bit. You felt terrible. You wanted to do something for him. Something to boost his confidence. Then it hit you. You froze a minute. A peculiar smirk crossed your face.
"Of course," you chuckled, running upstairs real quick.
--Behold, mein awesome Gilbird's timeskip!--
You looked yourself over in the mirror real quick. You wore a black, lacy nightgown with gold earings and fish net stockings. Your hair was fluffed up slightly to add even more sex appeal to your look. Let's not forget the red lipstick you applied as well, giving your lips a lucious look. Even though it was a bit hard to see, your matching, black thong rested tightly to your hips.
"Perfect," you said grinning.
Yes, this was your plan. You figured that this would be the true way to get Gilbert's confidence back up and to get him through his next week of work. Being able to intimately control you would not only arouse the hell out of him, but boost his confidence.
You peeked out the door. Gil was still loafing on the couch, watching a "Walking Dead" re-run. You slowly walked to the back of him. You hands wrapped around his eyes softly. He blinked.
"I can't see you, liebe," he chuckled.
You moved in front, sitting in his lap. You removed your hands and his facial expression became somewhat unreadable. You tilted your head to one side in confusion.
"G-Gil?" you stammered.
He examined you for a minute. Once he had seen every last inch of effort you put into your outfit, he returned his gaze to you.
"What is all of this?" he whispered softly.
"I-I wanted to make you feel better," you replied. "Since work has made you stressed."
He smiled softly and brought you close, kissing your lips softly.
"__________," he sighed.
His hands slid down your sides, gripping at your waist tightly. He picked you up, walking slowly upstairs to your shared bedroom. He gently placed you on the bed before he himself began to strip. Once in nothing but his boxers, he joined you on the bed, crawling over your frame. He smirked as his eyes met yours.
"Hallo, beautiful~" he purred in his thick, German accent.
"Hey there, handsome~" you giggled. "Feeling any better?"
He stroked his chin a bit, his smirk growing.
"Not quite~" he chuckled. "Care to show me what these clothes are hiding~?"
Before you could do anything, Gilbert pulled off your sexy nightgown. He nipped softly at your neck, leaving small hickies. You shivered, rocking your body against his softly. His hands reached behind, pulling off your bra. Red orbs locked onto your plump breasts. You mewled when you felt the wetness of Gilbert's tongue across one of your perk nipples.
Oh, God. Hearing you call out his name like that already drove him off the charts. He moaned as he sucked, his boxers suddenly feeling a bit tight for his liking. He moved south, kissing down your belly, occasionally trailing a long lick here and there. He slid your panties down, leaving your stockings on. He thought they looked sexy and saw no need to discard them.
"Gott," he breathed. "You're beautiful, __________."
You shook a bit. Sure Gilbert had told you that you were beautiful almost every single day. However, this tone of his was not only loving, but full of lust and desire. He seemed to know exactly how to compliment you when the moment was right.
"Gil," you panted softly. "I love y- ah~!"
You were interrupted when Gilbert had spread your legs forcefully. He dipped his head, getting down and dirty as he nibbled your vital region's nerves. Your hands gripped his platinum locks, running strands through your fingers.
"A-Ahhhhhn, Gil~" you whimpered, your head whipping back into the pillow.
Feeling more daring, his tongue soon met your tight walls. You released a gorgeous cry of pleasure that drove him absolutely mad. He was definately preparing your body for something even bigger. Once satisfied, he pulled off of your vitals, pulling away his boxers quickly. His extremely large member popped out of its confinement, standing proudly. It was long and thick. You were glad he had prepared you. He climbed over you once more, his eyes locking with yours.
"I love you, Gil," you cooed softly.
"Ich liebe dich, mein liebe," he purred lustfully, positioning himself against you.
You gripped his shoulders tightly, smiling as a sign that you were ready. He locked his lips with yours sensually, teasing you lightly with the tip of his cock. You were internally screaming. 'Put it in me now!' you cried out in your brain. You moaned, occasionally squeeking when Gilbert pushed into you sowly. It was incredible!
Gilbert pulled away, smirking and panting lightly. You glanced up at him with glossy eyes.
"Take my vital regions once again," you pleaded.
Gilbert pulled out slightly, pushing in again slowly at an easy pace. You moaned, not comepletely satisfied yet.
"H-Hard and faster~"
He complied. His thrusts began to get more vibrant. You rocked your body with his.
"G-Gott, __________," he groaned. "Warm and t-tight~"
Your walls began to clench, strangling Gilbert's cock. He was now thrusting at an unbelievable pace.
You both cried out, cumming hard and slumping on the bed. Gilbert pulled out and held you close.
"S-So," you barely managed to say while panting. "D-Did that... make you feel better?"
He chuckled and kissed your sweaty forehead.
"Ja," he purred. "It sure did~"