The long hours were not enough to keep on top of my workload, I started bringing it home with me too.  You were understanding, supportive, although the frustrations slowly built.  You went to bed most nights alone as I burn midnight oils, you knew it was for us but how can there be an US if we don’t take time to share ourselves.  You lay in bed wrestling with your needs vs my responsibility.  Tonight your needs were winning the mental battle as you slipped out of bed and put on your stockings and high heels.  

I didn’t hear you open the door but when you lifted your leg and set you foot on the small table across from me I noticed the movement.  I was about to ask if everything was ok but there was no need for that.  I could tell by the wicked little smile and the way your hands moved over your body exactly what brought you into the study.  You were so damn beautiful, I sat there and watched as you played, seduced.  My cock growing stiff as you teased your body for my arousal.  Your hips started to rock against your touch, your nipples extended and obviously aching with every little tug.  I could feel your need as well as my own.  I had neglected my love so I stood up and walked over to you.  I took your face in my hands and kissed you with passion, then scooped you up in my arms to carry you to bed.