I feel my heart beat leaping out of my chest, trying to make its presence known. Seeing her there in the kitchen, barefoot and domesticated, passive in her own sexuality was unbearable. The smell of chocolate still in the air, my body still shaking from the orgasm as a brief reminder of the weakness she brings out of me. Everything about her is precious in these moments and she knows it. She knows her submissive and docile nature has power, she knows her very presence inspires lust.
Ignoring me covertly, teasing me with the absence of panties are the intricacies of her foreplay. I have to trade semen for willpower in this game.
And I have.
We are on leveled ground now, both wet, both spent, both happy with ourselves. But there is still the end game to play.
I take her by the hand, ‘mi esposa’ I say ‘ven conmigo’, and lead her to the bedroom. Quickly, her little feet barely touching the carpet. Her dress dancing about her and I know her thighs are still wet.
Once in the bedroom I kiss her deeply, passionately. I want to own her, possess her, inhale her. Turn these moments into eternity. I put it in words and lace it into our every conversation;
my wife,
my heart,
my world,
my forever,
mine.
I push her on the bed, I haven’t forgot how well she just played me. Over her shoulder she looks back at me, derrière exposed, waiting for what I’m going to do next.
Her ass is inviting, a sex buffet. I want to taste it, spank it, fuck it all at once. It’s celestial and luminous, unblemished except for the times I mark it with a slap of the hand, or grip it when I pull her closer so I can get deep inside her pussy, or the scratches that get left behind after I’m done using her.
I look at her hungrily, then sit her up. My dick throbbing next to her face, grazing her lips, and just as she opens her mouth I push her back on the bed. I’m tempted to watch her suck my cock, I melt at the sight of her looking up at me, but I not yet ready to give up control.
I lift her legs in the air, I can smell the sex we just had, and I can see she’s ready to experience it again. My cum is still in her, and I’m focused on putting more seed in her womb. There’s no resistance, there’s no protest, just me inside her listening to the sound of her moan. I can feel my dick reaching her depth, I’m imprinting myself onto her soul. For now she is mine and I am hers.
I explode inside of her again. She has done well and tell her so, I’m more than pleased with her. I even bring her a cookie.
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