Infant Fever, Backache Bliss

The beginning of the week always brought a strange mix of relief and exhaustion, especially after a weekend that had been both a celebration and a brutal reckoning. Our daughter, bless her chaotic little soul, had succumbed to one of her infamous virus attacks, forcing a round of frantic diaper changes and feverish monitoring. Meanwhile, my back continued its relentless campaign of agony, limiting my mobility and, consequently, our intimacy.

We lay tangled on the bed, the half-closed door to the nursery a silent sentinel guarding our sleeping child. The lingering scent of lavender from the cleansing shower still clung to the air, a subtle reminder of the day’s events. My love, Sarah, leaned close, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, "Care to indulge me a bit, loverboy?"

A slow smile spread across my face as I looked up at her, a genuine warmth blossoming within me. "Don't mind if I do," I replied, pulling her closer until our bodies were intertwined. She shifted slightly, settling onto one elbow, her eyes tracing the curve of my torso. It was a familiar comfort, a silent invitation to lose ourselves in the simple pleasures of our shared existence.

As I put away my phone, I positioned myself between her thighs, my gaze drawn to the sensitive mound beneath her skin. The anticipation thrummed beneath my fingertips as I traced the delicate contours, a silent promise of what was to come. "Go easy," she murmured, her lips parting slightly, granting me the first, hesitant breach of her defenses.

"I will," I vowed, my voice a low rumble against her ear. Then, with a surge of desire, I descended upon her, my tongue a playful explorer, seeking out the hidden depths of her pleasure. The initial taste was always the most intense, a salty rush of anticipation that quickly gave way to a wave of exquisite sensation. My tongue danced over her sensitive skin, coaxing out moans that reverberated through her body, each one a testament to the escalating pleasure.

I relished the feeling of being needed, of being the recipient of her endless affection. Over the years, we had established a unique dynamic, a dance of power and surrender where I guided her, pushing her to the very edge of ecstasy. As my own arousal intensified, forcing my muscles taut against the mattress, so too did the waves of her pleasure, crashing over her like a tidal wave. After a few preliminary explorations, she relaxed, a sigh escaping her lips as she surrendered to the moment.

As always, she pulled herself up, her body radiating heat as she begged for more. "Enter me," she urged, her voice husky with desire. I obeyed, my hand gently stroking her back as I positioned myself to spoon her, my touch both tender and insistent.

Then, without warning, a sharp, stabbing pain ripped through my lower back, sending a jolt of agony through my entire being. I gasped, instinctively pulling away, the pleasure instantly extinguished. "Does it hurt?" Sarah asked, her voice laced with concern. Our carefully constructed haven of love and pleasure was crumbling before my eyes. I exhaled sharply, frustration and a burning need for release battling within me.

"It did, love, but now it's gone. I'm OK," I managed to say, my voice strained. I ran my hand over her body, savoring the feel of her smooth skin, a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation. "Let me show you just HOW OK I am."

A coy smile played on her lips as she shifted back into the position that had worked so well earlier. Her magnificent, round bottom was exposed, a silent invitation to indulge my desires. I took a moment to appreciate the sight, the perfect curve of her hips, the subtle rise of her glutes. Then, with a surge of renewed energy, I slid beside her, placing my erect member between her buttocks. There was nothing in the world that I enjoyed more than losing myself in her warmth, in her sensuality. Her firm, voluptuous, perfectly proportioned ass was a constant source of pleasure, a tangible representation of her power and beauty. It wasn't hard to believe that I was happy.

She ran her tongue over her lips, her eyes closed as she ground her pelvis against mine, seeking out every available point of contact. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the moisture of her arousal spreading across my skin. Her juices flowed freely, a testament to the intensity of her pleasure. As she moved, her body arched and swayed, a mesmerizing display of feminine power. I responded with fervent desire, my own arousal reaching fever pitch.

“How do you want me to take you, loverboy?” she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation.

Instead of answering directly, I pulled back slightly, my hand caressing her hips, urging her to move closer. Slowly, deliberately, I entered her from behind, my body molding to her every curve. Her hot, tight, luscious pussy enveloped my throbbing member, promising a release unlike any other. I knew that this was the moment, the culmination of our desires, the fulfillment of my deepest fantasies.

As we intertwined, her body trembled with excitement, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She squeezed herself against me, her muscles tensing, her pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. I felt the pressure of her hips against my back, the heat of her body radiating through my clothes. With each thrust, she moaned louder, her cries of pleasure echoing in the room. The pain in my back was forgotten, replaced by an overwhelming sense of euphoria.

Leaning close against her ear, I mumbled, "You are very tight! I want you any way I can, sexy lady."

Her smile widened, a hint of mischief in her eyes. She returned to her previous position, her magnificent round bottom arched enticingly before me. I took a moment to savor the sight, the perfect curvature of her body, the promise of pleasure that lay within. Then, with renewed determination, I took hold of her, pulling her closer as I began to explore her depths.

We moved together for a few strokes, spooned, and then shifted into a position where she was on top of me, her weight pressing down on my chest. To watch her impaling herself on my rigid member, swallowing it whole into her, was an experience beyond description. She moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every sensation, while I held her close, my cock rubbing against her pelvic bone. The feeling was both exquisite and overwhelming, a testament to the power of shared intimacy.

“So what now, loverboy?” she teased me, her voice laced with anticipation.

I resisted the urge to lose myself completely in her embrace, instead resting my strong knee against her thigh, a silent challenge to her dominance. I pushed my engorged penis into her wet, tight, welcoming sex, causing another moan to escape her lips. Bringing myself all the way in, I felt the full force of her pleasure, a wave of sensation that washed over me.

“You are massive!” she muttered, her voice choked with pleasure. “And long! And… Ohh, this is….you went deep!”

As I withdrew myself, I could feel her body relaxing, her muscles slowly returning to their normal state. We remained connected for a moment, savoring the lingering warmth of our shared experience.

“How is your back, my love? Does it still hurt?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

“I’m fine honey. Just great! I think we found the perfect cure,” I replied, a genuine smile spreading across my face. The pain had faded, replaced by a profound sense of contentment and a renewed appreciation for the woman who shared my life. We held each other close, lost in the comfort of our love, a silent acknowledgment of the power of touch, desire, and the exquisite joy of shared intimacy.

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