I tore my clothes off last night and pranced across the room to my side of the bed. My husband lowered his phone and watched with anticipation, his eyes aglow. I think even a whistle fell from his lips.
When I reached the bed, he was already folding the cover down inviting me to join him in the cozy comfort of our well-worn love nest. I jumped in and on him planting kisses like a happy girl. He smelled clean and his arms felt solid as he wrapped them around me and squeezed me tight. Like puzzle pieces, we fit together so well, so perfectly. But my feet, they were cold like ice and he pushed them away.
“Hey, my feet need love too,” I smiled putting them back on his.
“How in the world do you survive like this?” He’s always surprised how various parts of my body can be so frigid without warning. Like my butt, for instance, it can be the temperature of the freezer in the middle of summer. My hands and feet suffer from this illness too. Not sure what you would call it.
We kissed some more and his hands warm and sneaky located the goods. I was wet. I was hyper too, steadily kissing his face, neck and chest and telling him how much I love him. I do really, really love him. He told me how much he really, really, really loves me. We started to make love.
First I was on top, then I turned around and rode him with my back on his chest. That wasn’t cutting it for me, so he stood on the edge of the bed and I laid down on the side with my legs spread around him and pillows piled underneath me. I loosened my pussy as much as I could to allow him deeper and deeper into me. While I rubbed my clit, he pushed a few fingers down onto my lower abdomen. We discovered this pressure point a year back when we explored the potential sensations from this position. That was back when we were trying to figure out how to back me squirt cum. We’re still trying.
It’s an intense feeling if my husband does it just right, but last night was not the night. So, he ultimately turned me over and made me get in doogie style, the position that makes me cum like a wild thang almost immediately. Why is that?
And like a promise, my juices were flowing just as soon as my butt hit the air. He licked me a little then rammed his huge dick inside. I moaned. That was fast. My breathing was slow and rhythmic, giving way to virtually no other audible sound. If you weren’t watching, perhaps you’d have thought I was sleeping, but the feelings swirling in my body were utterly unworldly. I stayed in that climax for at least two minutes and felt my husband go soon thereafter. It was blissful and indulgent.
We cum together a lot. Of course, with time you know your partner’s rhythms more than you know your own! Sometimes when I feel him cumming, it’ll throw me into an orgasm even if I wasn’t close on my own.
He filled my pussy up with so much cum, I could feel it sloshing around in me. Gosh that’s got to be one of the sexiest, most intimate feelings in life, for a girl that is. After he patted me clean, I jumped up and pranced back to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed.
My cheeks were flush pink, my teeth white and pearly. I took out my contacts and spread coconut oil all over my face and neck. A little perfume spritz sealed the deal, and when I walked back into the bedroom I found my husband laying on the bed with a rock hard dick in his hands.
I didn’t hesitate one moment. It was in my mouth and beating on my tonsils before I heard one word from him.
“Oh Stella, fuck babe, that feels amazing,” My husband closed his eyes and relaxed into the royal treatment. “But you know you’re not getting anymore cum out of him tonight.”
I didn’t care. A big thick hard dick shouldn’t be wasted, it should be celebrated. I jumped up and rode it one more time, pushing my breasts into his face and grinding on his crotch like a whore in heat. I had just cum and so had he, but damn I wanted more. I wanted to show my husband how incredibly attractive he is, how sexy he is, how yummy he is. He’s my king, and I want him to feel every bit of it.
Eventually I stopped and rolled over. The alarm woke us both from what must have been a very sound slumber.
“I need you, Stella, I need you now.”
“No, I need to get up.”
He pouted, even put his lips out like a child, but when I pushed away and tried to get out of bed, he made it known he wasn’t asking but indeed demanding. He held me still.
“I need you to swallow, my love.”
He closed his eyes and repeated the events from the night before. “Your body… your pussy… wrapped around me so tight… your tight pussy was all stretched out… yummy fucking whore… you have the best…”
He directed my mouth to his dick and jacked it off down my throat. I swallowed like a good girl and licked up all of the evidence.
“Best pussy… you, sweet sexy Stella, are the best.”