Head First, Heart Last

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the patio as I sipped my lukewarm coffee, watching Sarah across the small table. We'd just finished lunch, a simple affair of sandwiches and fruit, but the air between us crackled with an unspoken energy. “So, you came home late last night?” I asked, letting the words hang in the air, gauging her reaction.

“Yeah,” she replied, her voice low and husky. “Had a lot to do, didn’t want to wake you.” There was a playful challenge in her tone, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “You know that was our date night, and I needed you.” The words hung in the air, a reminder of the promises we’d made, the intimacy we’d shared.

A slow smile spread across my face. “Well, we could just go inside right now and devour each other.” The suggestion felt primal, a direct invitation to the desires that simmered beneath the surface between us.

Sarah’s breath hitched slightly. “My thing is already hard,” she murmured, a blush creeping up her neck. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of my thigh, feeling the tension in my muscles. The tip of my cock was already throbbing with anticipation, a silent plea for release.

Her hand moved further down, pressing against my groin, exploring the sensitive spot that always left me breathless. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, the heat building within me. A wicked grin spread across my face. “Only the head right?” she whispered, her voice laced with a teasing quality.

“Of course not,” I responded, my voice a low growl. That little joke, that shared experience, had been a cornerstone of our courtship, a secret language spoken in stolen kisses and passionate encounters. But things had changed. We were married now, a year into our life together, and the playful games felt distant, almost forgotten.

As I rose from the table, I took her hand, pulling her close. I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her in until we were pressed together, our bodies radiating heat. I leaned down, my lips brushing against her mouth as I began to devour her, taking in the scent of her skin, the taste of her sweetness. “Mmmm, you hungry lion,” I murmured against her ear, deepening the kiss.

My hand instinctively moved to her pants, gently pulling them down, exposing her vulva. The sight of her aroused curves sent a jolt of electricity through me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. My hard cock, already eager, plunged into her, seeking the pleasure she held within.

Sarah let out a small moan, her body arching slightly as she surrendered to my touch. She lowered her head, her lips moving rhythmically as she began to suckle, her tongue tracing the length of my shaft. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the escalating pleasure. “Ahhh, sweetness, I want to explode inside you and not in your mouth,” I whispered, pulling her closer, deepening the penetration.

“Then come get me,” she replied, her voice breathless. She moved towards the bedroom, her movements languid and deliberate. As she entered, I followed, my senses heightened, anticipating the eruption of passion that awaited us.

The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Sarah was already bent over the dressing table, her legs spread wide, exposing her magnificent body. “I quickly wore the black heels,” she said, her voice dripping with a playful confidence. The sight of her long legs, clad in those high heels, sent a fresh wave of heat through me, igniting a primal desire within.

Her cunt, plump and glistening, hung suspended in the air, a tantalizing invitation. Without hesitation, I rammed my stiff, hard cock into her, demanding her full attention. “Oh yes my love, dig me real hard,” I urged, feeling her muscles tense beneath my thrusting.

I held her waist as I plunged deeper, my cock moving with relentless force, seeking every inch of pleasure. "Ahhhhhhh, yes! Faster, ahhhhhh," she cried out, her voice a mixture of pain and ecstasy. My shaft hit deep inside her, finding the sensitive spot that always drove her wild, igniting a fire in her soul.

The rhythm intensified, our bodies locked together in a desperate embrace. As we continued to thrust, our movements became more frantic, our breaths ragged and heavy. The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that threatened to consume us both.

Suddenly, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies intertwined, our passion having taken over completely. I raised her legs, placing them over my shoulders, continuing to plunge into her sweetness, lost in the moment.

Her screams filled the room, a symphony of raw desire. "Yessssss, ohhhhh, Yessss, I’m com, com, innnggggg! We exploded at the same time!," she shrieked, her voice echoing with pure bliss.

"I love you, sweetness," I whispered, nuzzling my face into her hair, savoring the taste of her skin, the scent of her arousal. As we lay there, tangled together, our bodies covered in sweat, we knew that we had experienced something truly extraordinary, a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure that would forever bind us together. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the depths of our shared desire, connected by the raw, primal instinct that drove us both. The memory of that night, the feel of her body beneath my hands, the taste of her mouth on my lips, would forever be etched in my mind, a testament to the power of love, lust, and the exquisite pleasure of a shared experience.

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