I never get tired of looking at him.
Seven years of life together and he just keeps getting hotter. I know the fire is meant to go out at some point, domestic monotony should dull the flame. But it hasn’t. I stare at him each day with the same hunger, the same almost-schoolgirl crush. He’s older, he’s grown a beard, he’s grown into his body, there are flecks of what might soon be grey in his hair. And I want him. Every day. In his boxers, in his sports gear, in his pyjamas. I hide my endless adoration sometimes because it feels almost silly to still get this worked up watching a man load the dishwasher perfectly. I just can’t help it.
I love how he takes care of his body and appearance even though it’s only me that gets to appreciate it these days. I do the same. I don’t want the honeymoon to ever end, we can be real with each other while also making an effort.
This morning I woke up and he was already working, sat in the chair in the corner of the bedroom that catches the morning light. He was glowing. He didn’t notice me stirring, too busy catching up on emails. I tell him he shouldn’t work first thing in the morning, before breakfast, but I admire his drive and ambition. Fuck, I wanted him.
I was squirming in my rumpled sheet, taking him in as I slowly woke up. I love his arms, strong, veined, the way I could see all the muscles in his forearm as he leant his chin on his hand. My legs squeezed together under the duvet, my cunt was calling to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, I didn’t even want to blink. My gaze followed the curve of his leg. I wanted to see him naked. I found myself annoyed that he was wearing clothes in the bedroom at all. The thought of him unclothed made me wet, my thighs tingled as they touched each other. I trailed my hand down to caress them over the duvet, pressing down as if to quiet them. But it just made me want to touch myself properly. I looked straight at him, so lost in concentration, as I ran my palm along my body under the sheets. I traced my fingertips along my stomach, down my leg, teasing myself. They finally reached my pussy, rubbing my sensitive lips slowly, working myself up.
He still hadn’t noticed the effect he was having from across the room, while doing absolutely nothing. His brow furrowed as he read something, just as my clit finally got the touch it needed. I let out a tiny gasp, keeping myself quiet but wishing him to look up.
I need you, I signalled to him telepathically. Please, I want you.
Turns out he isn’t totally psychic, much to my frustration, but it didn’t stop me from trying again. I licked my finger and pulled aside the silk of my nightgown, exposing my breast. My nipple hardened as my wet finger circled and teased it. I grabbed the whole tit, hard.
I need you to come over here and fuck me senseless, I called to him, shouting in my mind. I kicked the sheets a little, becoming brattily annoyed at this man who was unknowingly ignoring my advances.
More was needed. I kicked off the sheets completely, spreading my legs wide so my pussy was fully exposed, facing right at him. Both hands stroking my pussy now, tracing the wetness around my clit, swollen and ready.
FUCK ME NOW! I screamed silently. It finally worked, and he looked up and met my eager eyes. He half-smiled but made no move to give me what I wanted, at least not yet. Instead, his eyes moved deliberately to my cunt and the hands that caressed it.
Show me, he said without moving his lips.
My hands moved faster, urged on by my audience. He continued to playfully feign disinterest, but that didn’t stop me, I was too far gone. My pussy responded to his gaze, squeezing around the finger I pushed inside, getting wetter the more he denied me. My back arched as I ground onto my own hands, my eyes closed as I got closer to the orgasm he wanted me to have for him. My teeth bit into my lip as warmth spread upwards from my toes. My nipples were so sensitive like he was squeezing them from afar. Before I knew it, the warmth reached my chest and the tingling in my cunt exploded into a burst of pleasure that made my legs tremble and my breath run ragged. I could hear my gasps as if through a fog.
I hope you liked that as much as I did, I thought to him, eyes still closed, swimming in serenity.
The laptop clicked as it was closed. The floorboards creaked under footsteps. The bed shifted as he knelt on it, somewhere below me. His fingertips on my foot sent shockwaves through my still-coming body. He’s here, I thought. He could touch any part of me right now and he could make me come again.
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My eyes finally opened to meet his, smiling properly this time.
Well done, his eyes said, looking down.
I followed his glance and saw how hard he was, his cock outlined by the straining fabric of his boxers. My foot was resting on his thigh, so I moved it closer and ran my toes gently along his cock from base to tip. I wasn’t sure if this would have much effect, but he quickly grabbed my ankle and moved it up and down, bringing my toes down to rub against his tight balls, up to the tip and down again. His hands trailed along my calves, but he made no move to take me or demand anything else.
I’m yours now, his kneeling pose told me. I’m hard and ready, do what you want.
The power was mine. And I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it. I sat up, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him face first directly into my pussy. His tongue darted out, tasting my slick, warm wetness. I was still sensitive from coming and the smooth practised motions of his mouth worked me right back up again. The trembling started again, it was almost too much. I drifted back into a cloud of tingling warmth, ripples of pleasure radiating from the point where his tongue touched my skin. He kissed slowly up and down, concentrating on my responses, my tiny movements telling him, yes, please, and, a little to the left.
No one knows me as he does. After all these years, he knows just how to touch me—how firm, how slow, where to lick, when to suck. I would never swap it for a newer lover, this is everything I need. My hands wound into his soft hair, holding him in place as I danced my hips to grind on his tongue, the way we both loved. He liked being my plaything, just as I loved to be his.
I held his hand as I came again, gushing onto his tongue as he pressed it into my cunt, tasting me and loving it.
Let me taste myself, I whispered without speaking, kiss me.
My tongue played with his as I held him to me, sweet, earthy, delicious. He stripped, rubbing his hard cock against me as I dug my nails into the firm flesh of his ass, pulling him closer.
Do you want to fuck me now? my mischievous smile said, as my hands released his cock from his boxers. One hand stroked along the enormous length of him, slightly squeezing, while the other caressed his balls.
Oh God, yes, please. He bit his lip, pleading with me, pulsing his ready dick forward into my soft hands, showing me how he’d fuck my cunt, if only I’d let him. I started to grind as he moved, fucking without fucking, playing pretend to frustrate each other.
Finally, with a slowness designed to drive him crazy, I guided his cock between my legs. I had to breathe deeply to let him in, feeling filled already although it was just the tip.
He went carefully, letting me get used to it, waiting for my nod before pushing deeper. I wanted all of him, clutching his face close to mine and begging with my gasps. He obliged and started to fuck me deeply, thoroughly. Our faces were so close I felt like I could feel what he felt, every shiver and intake of breath showed me how much he loved this pussy, always. Each time we fucked like this I wondered, how could I ever want anyone else? Who could ever make me this happy? We fit together perfectly. My legs wrapped around his back and my hands grabbed him, moaning into his mouth as he picked up the pace, matched by my movements.
We didn’t stop kissing. My fingers caressed his face tenderly as he started to fuck me harder, long, deep strokes with a strength behind them that made me shake. They reached my g-spot, driving me wild. My need for him was almost painful, like a deep ache that needed to be fucked away. I wanted to be fucked like this forever, in this bed with the sun streaming in, his tongue in my mouth and his body on mine and his big cock driving deep into me over and over and over.
Harder! My moans got louder, I lost track of time. My whole body felt taken, loved, needed. We drew back to look at each other, eyes half-closed, marvelling at the pleasure we could give each other.
As much as I wanted to stay like this until he came inside me, I also wanted to taste myself on his cock. I gently pushed him up and onto his back, shrugging off my nightgown. His beautiful dick stood below me, waiting as I kissed a trail down his body, my hair tickling his chest and making him squirm.
Watch me. I licked his cock slowly from base to tip, pausing there to tease it with little circles of my tongue. We locked eyes as I took him into my mouth. He looked overwhelmed, grateful. I took as much of him in as I could, matching my mouth’s movements with my hand, tasting the sweetness of my multiple orgasms and the salt of his precum. My hands built up to a more urgent rhythm, matching the pace of our earlier fucking, throwing my hair in front of my face as I continued to gaze as him through it. I love this cock, I was telling him, I worship everything about you, but especially this.
When his face told me, fuck me again or I’ll scream, I kissed my way back up his body. My hands held onto his chest for balance as I moved onto my feet and sat back down onto his huge cock, letting him watch it as I took it all in, immediately moving up and down quickly, responding to the pulsing of his hips.
Stay right there, don’t move. He obeyed, arms by his sides, admiring at my body poised above him as I rode faster.
Do it, please, he begged with a breath.
My hand went to his throat, squeezing lightly for a just a moment. I had control. My legs rocked forward onto my knees, and I fucked him faster and deeper, making my soft tits bounce. I wanted to fuck him as hard as he’d fucked me. The grinding motion made my clit rub against him, working me up as I rode, making me squeal.
Don’t move, don’t fucking move, I gasped without words, bringing myself to orgasm on top of him, like my own plaything, made for my pleasure.
He stayed still as I built up to climax, watching me adoringly as my cheeks flushed red and my eyes half-closed. Suddenly, his hands were on my hips, pulling me down onto him as I came.
You can keep going, you can come more. His bucking body urged me to keep moving. He was right, I came over and over, the force moving my body almost without knowing, throwing us together, slamming my hips down onto his cock as he thrust up towards me. I was barely aware that I was screaming into his ear and his hands guided my hips, setting a pace that kept me in ecstasy.
I didn’t want to stop, not even when the fog of the orgasm cleared and he released me. I wanted to thank him and fuck him as hard and as fast as I could. I was breathless, trembling, but making love to him with all the energy I had, bouncing and grinding and kissing him hard. My hands gripped his hair till he winced, but he reassured me with a squeeze.
I like it, I love it, use me.
Riding from one orgasm to another, everything blending and perfectly never-ending. I wanted to cry, yelling out nonsensical sounds as my cunt squeezed, sending shocks through both of us. He gripped my ass in response, so hard the pain melded with the pleasure, and I finally slowed, shuddering and sighing.
Thank you, I sensed him saying to me, thank you for letting go.
He held me on him for a moment, savouring the warmth of my happy, spent body on his, before gently pushing me off him. I slid onto the bed, stretching out a little against the refreshing cotton. He rolled me onto my side, spooning behind me, kissing my neck.
More, I want more, I signalled, grinding my hips back towards him as he guided his cock between my thighs.
Now you stay there, I’ll give you what you want.
His cock slid back into me. Fuck, it stretched me every time. He held my tit firmly as he brought me into deep passionate kissing, not coming up for air as he started to move inside me.
Touch yourself.
I rubbed my clit graciously as his cock filled me up so much I could hardly think straight. He chuckled as I did, pleased that I could read his silent orders. His cock pounded me faster and faster, at a pace I could only ever take once I had come this much, a pace I now needed, and he knew it.
I just want to hold on and scream, let me lie here and scream. There was nothing but him, the sensation of him taking my body to a place only he could. He didn’t stop, didn’t falter, holding me to him as I dissolved into a pure animal state, his and only his. I held onto his neck and he watched my face as I closed my eyes and drifted into intense bliss, suspended in time where nothing mattered, there was only now and us and me and him.
He held me, safe and submissive, as he fucked me like he never needed to stop. His arms curled around me, keeping me in place, turning my face towards him so he could read me even though my eyes were closed. His breath was hot on my cheeks, I drank him in when he kissed me, hard, a little rough, so I knew he was losing control himself. Hands gripped my belly, pulling me to him as if we weren’t already locked together as tight as could be. I heard him moaning, he who was usually so reserved, a low growl that signalled his need for release.
Come inside me, don’t pull out, don’t stop, don’t stop, give it to me, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop…
Harder and harder, faster and faster, like a train without brakes. Only he can do this, only he can read me, only I can read him. Nothing has ever been this good. When he came he grasped my face and kissed me without breathing, stopping time, a moment I knew he wanted to last forever, because that’s all I wanted too. His cock twitched and grew hot inside me as the comforting warmth of his cum filled me, giving me everything. He stayed there, his body intertwined with mine, as our chests heaved in unison and we looked at each other with bleary, grateful eyes.
Thank you, I really needed you today.
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