You come home from work at 8:00. A later night that usual. I, your partner of over 5 years, have been in the kitchen, waiting for you. Both patiently and anxiously. Understanding your circumstances. I cooked your favorite meal, specifically for you. It’s been getting cold on the island counter. I haven’t given much consideration to my growling, aching stomach, growing hollower with every minute without food. All I have thought about is you. The woman who fulfills me. Who I would do just about anything for.
I approach you slowly, hands open. I take yours into mine and kiss your smooth, luscious lips. They taste and feel just as good as they look. “Babe,” I gently speak. “It’s so nice to see you. You don’t seem too okay. Would you like to talk about it?” You lean your head on my shoulder as I walk you to the kitchen table, hand-in-hand. You spill everything that has been going on at work, and I listen. I am here and mentally present. For you. I can feel your sorrow through the inflections of your voice and the vulnerability in your eyes. Things just haven’t been okay for you recently, and today was something else. I put my fork on the table after eating a few bites, as I’m not in the mood to eat right now. My gut is satisfied enough. All I want now is to satisfy you however I can.
“You’re going to be okay, my love. You will always have me. Is there anything I can do for you?” You whisper in my ear that you need me to make love to you. I wrap my arms behind your waist, and we share a passionate kiss. We just stand there, embracing each other. Absorbing each other’s body heat. I pick you up and carry you to the bed, where I lay you down with your legs spread out. I practically fall on top of you, and we start making out. I run my hands all along your sexy body and give you the worship you deserve. I want to make you feel like the most beautiful woman out there. And you are. I want you every night, and I need you tonight especially. I need you to know how much I care and desire you.
You can feel my cock pressing against you as our lips lock aggressively. You reach into my jeans and grab me. You can feel me throbbing for you, and I haven’t even entered you yet. You are my every fantasy, and it goes to show. I feel like I could explode into your fist any second, and a moan escapes my mouth. I stop briefly so I don’t burst so soon. “Cum for me, baby,” you whisper in my ear. I am no longer mounting you by the waist with my denim jeans unzipped and my Calvin Kleins down. I hover over you with my erect penis hanging near your face. My fingers fall through your beautiful hair, and I gently and shallowly grind inside your mouth. Your name leaves my lips softly at first, until you wrap your hands around the base and match the rhythm of my hips. I’m screaming with pleasure because of you. You feel my hard cock pulsating inside your mouth as you drain my balls onto your tongue. I feel so incredibly good because of you. But it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t return the pleasure that you deserve.
You strip yourself down slowly, revealing your naked, aroused body before me. You are ready. I tell you to relax as I slowly tease you. I start by kissing your lips, then move to your soft neck. You release a sweet little moan as I kiss it. You sound so at peace. It is music to my ears. I could stay lost in these moments forever. As I travel toward your chest, I listen to your profound, slow exhales, and watch for the rise and fall of your breasts. We’re looking at each other and smiling the whole time. The lower I go, the greater the tension I detect in your exhales. It isn’t a bad kind of stress, but an intense craving of my tongue on your clit. I love making you beg for it. I reach your beautiful mound, and I kiss it. You are now dripping with anticipation of what I am about to do to you. We are loving every second of it.
I reposition my hands from your obliques to your hips, and I brush your sweet spot ever so gently. Just the tip of my tongue makes you quiver violently in the bed sheets, grabbing the comforters and arching your body. Your beautiful, tantalizing pussy swells as the pressure rises within it. To give your clit some time to desensitize from my touch, I redirect my attention to your heat-flushed pussy lips. You release your death grip and return to a state of relaxation. I intimately and slowly stroke your pussy lips up and down. They curl along my tongue elegantly. I worship your pussy the way it deserves to be worshiped. I always like to make our sexual encounters yours primarily, but tonight especially, I am giving you everything you have ever desired and loved. I slip my tongue inside your tight, pretty slit, so I can remind myself of how delicious you taste. Just as amazing as I remembered. I remove my right hand from your waist so I can give your clit some again. Your writhes motivate me to keep the speed of my movements and continue to shower you with the pleasure you deserve. You reach through my hair with your fingers and praise me for my gentle, sweet touch. You tell me what a good boy I am. Your flattery empowers me to keep on loving you.
It’s been several minutes of eating your pretty pussy. You are breathing deeply and panting now. You are close. I’m keeping the pace and the pressure with my fingers and tongue and watching you squirm from your nerve endings firing. Your nipples are getting perkier with every step closer to climax I bring you. “Oh gosh, babe. I’m going to cum,” you moan between breaths. I bury my face deeper into you, and you push my head down slightly. You announce your orgasm. I feel your pretty pussy pulsating beneath me. I am so proud to please you like this. I make my way up so we can make out and feel each other up again. As we do so, I notice my sexual arousal restoring. You wrap your hands around my cock so you can feel the blood cascading through it before you. I ask you if you are ready for more. “Yes, baby. Fill me up. Please.”
You lay on the bed with me looking down at you. We gave a guilty smile, know what is going to happen next. We’re too absorbed in each other and tired to go to the store for condoms, and you know very well that I do not pull out. It’s a risk we are willing to take. I gradually push myself inside you. It excites me to watch your lips fold against the pressure of my thick cock as I slip it in. I’m met with a resistance initially, but the deeper I go, the more lubricated you are. Once my throbbing cock is fully inside you, I give an extra bump forward with my hips so I press against your clit with my pubic bone. My movements are calculated and steady. I take our intercourse at a leisurely pace, slowly building ourselves to a gentle climax. We are moaning each other’s names and staring down each other. The rush of pleasure suddenly floods us. I separate my hips from my upper body, and bring myself closer to your face. I am moaning straight down your throat. “I am right there,” you whisper. You release a little whimper. I feel your contractions while I am all the way inside you. Your orgasm makes me unload my love juices right into your cervix. I hold it there the whole time so you can feel my cock rocking back and forth, ejecting my fertile seed. Eventually, no more movement. You can feel nothing.
I roll over to your side and spoon you. We’re both exhausted and satisfied. “Thank you for relieving my stress, babe,” you whisper. “I love you.” I reaffirm you, and we kiss one last time. I give you permission to use me in my sleep if you have any more stress to work off, and I pass out with you held tightly in my arms.
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