My wife didn’t care for the first draft of this, thought it should be sweeter, less porny. More like poetry than prose, she said. Let me know how I did, if you’re so inclined.
Make America Come Again
She was sitting in the chair by the door, the one she always sits in. No panties, a tank top not hiding her nipples. I think some old Soul was on. We went all over the place that day.
We sat and talked and adored each other. I love her. She knows it, even when she forgets. We were so relaxed, so into the moment. I couldn’t help kissing her, the first tender caresses giving way to a deeply passionate embrace of tongue and twining. I held her face and neck in my hands as we grew our blaze of desire with every movement, each sense. The rich scent of her hair and throat. Innumerable places of wonder, each explored as if unknown.
It always builds this way, so strong it surprises me. So strong. I traced down her neck, flicks and licks of tongue and quiet intensity. I couldn’t stop wanting. I didn’t. She didn’t. My warm breath over her breasts sent it higher. Looking into my eyes, she raised a firm nipple to my mouth, and I sucked. Warm circling, firm lips flexing over charged flesh. I kept on that way, switching back and forth, teasing, increasing, Such lush responsiveness. Such desire.
My hand played over her belly and my mouth sank lower. I inhaled a heady breath and could feel how hot and wet it must be. It was. I put my mouth all over her and swirled my tongue like a snake, this way and that, tasting everything. I kept at it, sometimes resting or flicking at the apex, foreshadowing things to come. I kissed it like a mouth. I sucked it like a lollipop. My hands massaged her thighs, urging circulation to the center and sending sensation through the whole, a fiery glow spreading. Every place on her that tightened and firmed, I caressed lovingly with my mouth. It always tells you where, if you listen.
Her wetness began to flow freely. My hands spread over her, drawing all taut, and I flicked my tongue with greater intensity, amplifying the frequency and vibration. My fingers began to seek entrance, and as the first slid smoothly and slightly in, her voice conveyed every urgency. She’s so beautiful. I felt a tension increasing, growing to resolution. A wave crashed through her whole liquid inside.I felt the energy flow through me to the ground before ecstasy gripped her, breath over breath, fire and water.
I always give her a little time then. Just a little. It’s not mine to give, she knows I’ll do whatever she wants. But she trusts me. I rewarded it by breathing over the planes of her, my warm ‘mmmm’ of satisfaction rumbling through her quivering body, then another. It pleases me so much to please her, and she knows it. She feels it.
Then we began a new chapter, continuing, deepening, loving. Another finger joined his neighbor, the feeling growing more insistent, urgent. I tensed them in a gentle ‘come here’, swirled and pressed them like I was leaving a fingerprint. The strength of gentleness. “Oh, honey”, and she responds all over, movement, heat, a rolling, lovely sea.
It built like a storm there, furious strength appearing from nowhere and everywhere, suddenly.
I began to feel her warm squirt pulsing and pressing into my mouth, and I drank it right out of her, just absorbing it. She cried out strongly, rolling through waves of bliss, at once razed and built up to heaven. Still she came, and I moaned with such raw lust and acceptance that she went still higher. Divinity. I drank deeply.
I smiled contentedly and placed my face on her hips, thanking her with gentle vibration and warm breath, aftercare and worship. The waves subsided in her, ripples returning to their source, I sensed there was more. There was more. She gave me a sweet and sultry smile and spread her hips ever so slightly, beckoning. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t have. I began gently, ever so gently, after the controlled fury we’d just made together. Small, soft licks, the laziest swirls and circles. Tenderness and adoration, yet always the fire below. Always a blaze yet to be. It makes me so hot to show her love this way. Such a sense of well-being and passion. Even when I begin so softly, with such sweet intention, it never fails to catch and burn like Magnesium- hot, white, blazing, blinding.
And there we were again, my lips and tongue writhing over her. Once it starts, once it gets going, it stays going. I felt her belly roll under my hand and the waves crashed. Her voice was pleading, ecstatic, erotic: “Oh Honey, you’re making me come *again*.” The words were uttered with such fulfillment, such abandon, as though she might not survive, but didn’t care.
We stayed that way for over an hour, over and over. Kundalini flicked her tail and we were aligned, radiating our joy to the universe, at once both ruler and ruled, making America come again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gla32m/my_wife_and_i_spend_an_oral_afternoon