It has been a long time since I have seen my husband. The time apart is sometimes grueling, although manageable. I crave for his touch. To feel his hands lightly brush across my skin. To feel the warmth of his breath in my ear. The low growls that speaks to me. To feel my body tremble with anticipation as he moves across every inch of me. When he reaches my clit, my thighs and pelvis quiver. It’s not the same as when I touch myself. It’s much more in all senses.
Today, I relax with him on the couch, my feet draped across his lap as he watches TV. The time together this morning has been well spent. We have caught up on so much missed pleasures of the flesh. I am happy and my hungers have been fed.
Or so I thought. You reach out to me, and you give me permission to cum for you once again. I feel you move through me. I feel you move through my mind, my entire body. My loins ache… And my sultry thoughts begin to stir. You guide me with each word. My mouth is closed and the moans and whimpers are howling within my inner core. The fire is raging, yet I am not allowed to release my melodious song. My inner walls begin to pulsate. My clit is swollen and glossed over with the juices that have pushed up and between my plump lips. I don’t have to see it. I can feel it.
My pelvis and upper thighs lightly jolt and quiver as my body soars and my pussy gives into the desires to please you. And I’m holding back as much as possible. You insisted I be quiet. She is needy and screams out to be controlled. This is all done without any sound emitting from me. And merely through your words. Waves of euphoria stream through me.
Having the strength to control and stop my body is unfeasable. My breathing is only somewhat controlled. My heart races. Surely he notices. He turns to me and asks me if I’m okay, with a small laugh. He thinks I am having fun. Doing it on purpose to get his attention. He knows how my body reacts. I blow it off as if not to know, and blame it on hypnic jerks from drifting off to sleep in my relaxed state. He returns his attention to the tv, convinced.
Your words are still coming to me. “NOW. Suck me through him. Plead to suck me through him.” As I read the words and know my position. “Yes Sir.”
I watch him and know he’s content. After all… We had taken delight in each other promptly at waking this morning. I sit up and climb onto his lap, straddling him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I smile as I lock my eyes onto his. He laughs a warm chuckle and says, “Really? Still frisky!?”
…. To be continued
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