Morning Rock & Moans

The scent of lavender and something undeniably primal hung in the air as I awoke, a slow, luxurious stretch pulling me from the depths of sleep. My wife, Seraphina, was already stirring, her presence a warm weight against my lower back. It wasn’t a gentle caress, not initially, but a firm, insistent press that sent a jolt of anticipation through me. Her ass, sculpted and perfectly toned, pressed against my rock-hard cock, a primal invitation that bypassed all conscious thought. Snuggling closer, I instinctively wrapped my arm around her hip, my fingers finding the smooth curve of her shaved mound. The familiar sensation sent a shiver down my spine, a delicious wave of heat that intensified as she responded with a soft, urgent moan and a sharp, forceful thrust against my erection. “Shower time,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire, as she slipped free from the bed and moved towards our ensuite bathroom. “Are you coming?” she asked, a playful challenge in her tone.

My erection, a vibrant, throbbing testament to my arousal, served as my guide, leading me towards the bathroom. Seraphina was already at the sink, meticulously brushing her teeth. The angle of her body, slightly bent forward, exposed a tantalizing view of her smooth, perfect ass. Her pussy lips, plump and full, peeked out from between her legs, a silent invitation that only amplified my own burgeoning lust. In the mirror, her breasts swayed gently in time with the rhythmic brushing of her toothbrush, a captivating dance of flesh and hygiene. The sight of her naked body, so vulnerable and yet so powerful, filled me with an overwhelming surge of pleasure. I loved her, every curve and contour, every breath she took. Watching her, completely uninhibited, was a source of endless fascination.

As she moved to the shower, I followed, brushing my own teeth with a similar intensity. The water cascaded over her, transforming her skin into a glistening, shimmering surface. Slipping my hand beneath the current, I began to wash, focusing on the exquisite details of her form. Her breasts, heavy and sensual, received particular attention, followed by her pussy lips, which she meticulously cleaned with the soapy water. She returned the favor, ensuring that my erection and the sensitive areas around it were thoroughly cleansed. As each part of my body received a detailed rinsing, soft moans filled the shower, accompanied by the tense muscles and contorted bodies of both of us. The air grew thick with anticipation, charged with the raw energy of our shared desire.

Drying off brought an immediate and intense increase in arousal. The head of my cock felt swollen and stretched, the skin stretched so tight it gleamed under the shower’s spray. The towel she hung on my cock, a plush, absorbent square, served as a perfect anchor, held parallel to the floor. It was a small act of intimacy, a silent affirmation of our connection.

Back in the bedroom, the bedding had been neatly folded down. I retrieved towels and a sleek, chrome-plated magic wand massager from the bedside table, setting them within easy reach. Seraphina lay face down on the bed, her body relaxed and receptive. I straddled her naked form, my hands slowly working their way downward, starting at her head and ending at her feet. Her hips arched upwards as her arousal intensified, a visible sign of her pleasure. As my erection pressed against the crack of her ass, she thrust upward, seeking deeper penetration, knowing that I wanted the same. The massage continued downward, a slow, deliberate exploration of her body, culminating in a gentle stimulation of the soles of her feet. Stepping off the bed, I instructed her to roll over and spread her legs. She complied instantly, and I was presented with the most breathtaking sight imaginable: her full, engorged pussy lips glistening with arousal, framed by her perfect, sculpted body. Pre-cum dripped from my cock, a salty offering to her delight.

With a slow, deliberate movement, I began to stroke and kiss my way up her legs, inching closer to her center. A gentle, lingering kiss on her pussy lips elicited a soft sigh, a breath of pure pleasure. A lick from vulva to clit brought a more pronounced moan and a sharp, insistent hip thrust, further deepening her arousal. Gently teasing her clit with a tongue, a kiss, and a soft sucking resulted in a louder, more urgent moan and another powerful hip thrust, pulling her center wide open. Moving upward after a few minutes, my erection pressed firmly against her pussy lips and clit. I fondled, drawing pleasure from the way she strained to be filled, her muscles tense and quivering with anticipation. “I – want – you – NOW!” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

Moving to ensure optimal alignment, I began to enter, plunging deep into her warm, wet sheath. Withdrawing almost all the way, I slammed into her balls, meeting her resistance with a powerful thrust. The sounds of our wet skin smacking together filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the walls. Oh, I would love to do this forever. “Stop,” she said, her voice urgent, “I want to turn over.” I complied, and as she assumed the doggy position, I was once again treated to an unparalleled view: her ass in the air, her inflamed, dripping pussy lips between her legs, and her magnificent breasts hanging free. The sight was almost too much to bear, a perfect storm of lust and desire.

As I entered her again, I immediately felt the vibrations of the magic wand, its rhythmic pulses intensifying with each thrust. Short screams filled the air, a primal expression of pleasure. “Harder, harder,” she demanded, her voice breathless. I pushed myself to the limit, focusing all my energy on satisfying her every need. The strokes grew frantic, each one a searing wave of sensation. Finally, an explosion of pleasure ripped through me as I reached my climax, buried deep within her embrace. A final, desperate scream escaped her lips as she too reached orgasm, a powerful release that left us both trembling with exhaustion and exhilaration. We collapsed together, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat, the scent of our shared passion hanging heavy in the air. A deep, passionate kiss followed, a silent promise of more nights like this to come. Then, cuddling close, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies intertwined, a testament to the exquisite pleasure we had just experienced. Oh, that was good. Very, very good indeed.

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