Midnight Shower, Afternoon Delight

The digital clock glowed a malevolent red – 11:03 AM. My fingers danced across the phone screen, sending a quick text: “Almost there, darling.” The anticipation, thick and sweet as honey, hung in the air of our small, meticulously curated bedroom. I’d anticipated this moment all morning, a slow burn building with each passing minute. You, my love, were waiting for me, bathed in the flickering glow of the candles I’d placed strategically around the room, their scent mingling with the lingering warmth of your long, luxurious shower. The soft strains of Debussy’s “Clair de Lune” filled the space, a soundtrack to the simmering desire between us. You'd shaved meticulously, down there, so smooth and vulnerable, a landscape I knew intimately, craving to explore its every contour. The thought of returning to that space, to be greeted by your eager anticipation, sent a delicious shiver down my spine.

The sound of my footsteps on the stairs, the click of the lock, the rustle of my coat as I hung it on the back of the door – each element was a carefully orchestrated prelude to the pleasure that awaited. As I made my way down the hall, my eyes devoured every inch of your body, lying there on the plush velvet of the bed. Your face, lit by the candlelight, was a study in vulnerability and excitement, a silent invitation to the delights that were to come. I took my time, savoring the moment, before beginning to shed the layers of my clothing. The silk shirt slipped from my shoulders, followed by the soft cotton of my trousers, revealing the sculpted muscles beneath. You watched, breathless, as my body became fully exposed, a testament to the raw, primal desire that surged through me.

A slow, deliberate smile curved my lips as I settled beside you, our bodies brushing lightly. The initial tenderness of our kiss quickly escalated, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance, exploring each other's mouths with fervent abandon. I pressed my hand down your side, feeling the heat radiating from your skin as my fingers traced the curve of your hip. Then, my gaze fell to your breasts, the swell of them beneath the thin silk of your nightgown. A moan escaped my lips as I leaned in, my lips tracing the delicate curve of your nipple, drawing you closer with each passing touch. You arched your back against me, a silent plea for more, and I obliged, teasing you with gentle caresses before plunging my hand between your legs, feeling the quickening pulse of your arousal.

Your legs spread wide, a clear invitation, and I obliged, running my hand up your thighs, feeling the slickness of your sweat, the desperate anticipation building with every movement. As my fingers reached the entrance to your most intimate chamber, I paused, savoring the moment, before letting my hand glide back down, covering your entire center in a slow, deliberate caress. You shifted, trying to push yourself up to meet me, but I held you captive in my gaze, teasing you with the knowledge of what was to come. The scent of your arousal filled my senses as your breath hitched, becoming deeper and more ragged with each passing second.

I slid from the bed, moving closer, my lips lingering on your folds, tasting the sweetness of your skin. You arched your body further, reaching out with your hands, pulling me closer, desperate for my touch. I kissed your wetness, a silent acknowledgment of the heat building within you, and as you strained against my hand, attempting to push yourself up, I continued my slow, sensual exploration, my fingers teasing the delicate skin of your vulva before gliding back down, covering your entire center with a passionate caress. You thrashed, trying to escape my touch, but I held you fast, reveling in your struggle, knowing that you desired this more than anything. You began to tremble, your body convulsing with anticipation, and I leaned in closer, my tongue tracing the outline of your clitoris, savoring the anticipation of your impending climax.

My hand moved faster, my fingers digging deeper, pushing you closer to the edge. You gasped, a silent plea for release, as your thighs clamped around my face, pulling me in, your body rocking wildly as you reached the peak of your first orgasm of the day. The sounds of your pleasure echoed through the room, a symphony of raw desire. I didn’t stop, even as you thrashed and writhed, desperate to escape my touch, knowing that you craved this more than anything. With a final surge of pleasure, you climaxed again, the sound of your release shaking our entire bed. As the waves of pleasure subsided, I gently slid one finger inside you, feeling the warmth of your body, the lingering sensation of your orgasm.

You struggled against me, trying to push me away, wanting to pull me up on top of you, demanding a deeper penetration, but I teased you, rubbing myself against your body, enjoying your desperate pleas. My manhood became slick with your sweat, sliding easily into your waiting embrace. You gripped me tightly, pulling me close, your legs wrapping around my waist, a desperate attempt to keep me contained. As I entered you further, your muscles tensed, gripping me with fierce intensity. You took me all the way in, every inch of my hardness finding its home within you.

The pace quickened, our bodies locked in a frenzied dance of pleasure and passion. You clamped down with your inner muscles, gripping me with an unyielding force as you experienced another wave of pleasure. We made love with speed and urgency, our bodies moving together in perfect synchronization, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our desires. Finally, you arched your back, and I felt your vagina expand inside, while simultaneously squeezing my penis, a perfect balance of pleasure and dominance. We collapsed onto the bed, breathless and exhausted, kissing and cuddling, feeling safe and secure in each other's arms, a testament to the enduring power of our love. After eighteen years of marriage, this moment felt even more precious, more profound.

I glanced at the digital clock – now 11:38 AM. It was time for me to return to my work. "I'll stay home and finish up some emails," I murmured, pulling you closer. "You deserve a day of rest." As I slipped out the door, leaving you to savor the lingering warmth of our encounter, I knew that the memory of this morning would sustain me throughout the day, a delicious reminder of the exquisite pleasure we had shared.

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