Devoted Body, Endless Pleasure

The rain hammered against the windows of our penthouse apartment, a relentless percussion that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. It had been a year since Sarah and I tied the knot, a year of blissful ignorance, followed by a year of passionate exploration. Her wedding night story, which she’d posted online, had been a revelation, a glimpse into the depths of our shared pleasure. It had painted a picture of raw, uninhibited desire, a primal connection that had both thrilled and slightly unnerved me. Let’s just say, I’d been blessed with a certain…robustness, and she’d clearly known exactly how to use it.

That night, after hours of relentless passion, we lay tangled in the sheets, both exhausted and utterly satisfied. My semi-hard cock rested on my belly, a warm weight against her smooth skin. She began with gentle kisses, slowly tracing the length of my shaft, her touch sending shivers down my spine. The rhythm was intoxicating, each caress building anticipation, forcing my body to respond with increasing urgency. As her lips moved lower, my muscles tensed, and I felt myself hardening again, pulling back to full power. She lifted my cock away from my belly, taking the head into her mouth, her tongue teasing and exploring every inch. I propped myself up on my arms, adjusting my position to get a better view. I loved watching her feed, the way her eyes closed in pleasure, the subtle movements of her body as she drew me in deeper.

Suddenly, she looked directly into my eyes, her gaze intense and challenging. “Can you suck it?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. The question hung in the air, a direct invitation into a darker, more intimate corner of our shared pleasure.

“I don’t know, can I?” I responded, my voice slightly breathless. The thought both excited and terrified me. It felt like a step beyond the familiar comfort of our usual encounters, a plunge into uncharted territory. But the look in her eyes, the undeniable pull of her invitation, made it impossible to resist. With a determined exhale, I sat up straighter, bent down, and licked the head of my cock, mimicking her earlier movements.

Hearing her gasp as I continued to tongue myself, I looked up at her, a nervous grin spreading across my face. “I guess I can! But that’s as far as I can go like this.” There was a raw vulnerability in my voice, a desperate need for her approval.

“I wanna try something,” she said, her voice laced with a mischievous glint. She quickly positioned me on our king-sized bed, pulling a couple of plush pillows behind my upper back and head to provide support. Her hands then moved behind my knees, pushing my legs toward my head, forcing me into a position of complete vulnerability. The head of my cock pressed firmly against my chin, so I instinctively held it up with one hand as she continued to push forward, her movements deliberate and controlled. I opened my mouth, eager to receive her touch, anticipating the pleasure that was sure to follow.

She paused for a moment, her eyes studying me intently, before resuming her push. Again, she held me there, suspended between pleasure and restraint. It was a tantalizing dance, a push and pull of anticipation that left me breathless and aching for release.

And then, it happened. With a surge of adrenaline, I began to lick and suck my own cock. The sensation was both shocking and exhilarating, a primal instinct unleashed. A warm, salty liquid began to leak from my pores, a testament to the intensity of my arousal. I could taste its salty goodness, savoring every drop as I lost myself in the moment.

Her gasp echoed through the room as I continued to tongue myself, the sounds of my pleasure palpable in the air. “You’re really going all out,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and amusement.

Looking up at her, I grinned, unable to contain my excitement. “I guess I can! But that’s as far as I can go like this.” I knew that she wanted more, and I was ready to oblige.

She pulled back her hands, and then, with a renewed determination, she began to slowly move my cock in and out, teasing me with her proximity. Every time her touch brushed my skin, I opened wide, plunging my head into her waiting mouth. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. I groaned and moaned with pleasure, desperately craving her touch, her control.

“Do you wanna cum?” she taunted, her voice dripping with challenge. The question hung in the air, a blatant invitation to lose all control. I wanted to say yes, to give in completely, but the thought of letting go held me back.

“I don’t know, can I?” I answered, my voice strained with desire. I knew that I was close, on the verge of an eruption of pleasure, but her relentless teasing kept me teetering on the edge.

She released my legs and turned around, reaching behind her. Guiding herself onto my cock, she slid down my shaft, her back facing me, her body perfectly aligned with mine. As she descended, her wet, warm lips clung tightly to my head, sending shivers of anticipation through my entire being. The pressure was intense, almost unbearable, but I couldn't pull away.

The feeling intensified as she rose and fell, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. She almost pulled completely off me with each stroke before slamming back down, engaging in a frenzied dance of pleasure with abandon. Her lips pressed firmly against my dick, holding it tight as she moved up and down, feeding her own pleasure.

It wasn't long before the familiar feeling of my cum boiling up in my balls began to make itself known. I grabbed her hips to help slam her up and down on me, adding my own desperate pleas for release. The combined force of our movements was both exhilarating and painful, a perfect storm of pleasure and agony.

Her hand worked furiously on her clit, and she screamed as she thrust herself onto my dick for the last time, her muscles clamping down with ferocious intensity. The heat was unbearable, pushing me past my limits, closer and closer to the precipice of orgasm.

That sent me over the edge! Spurt after spurt of cum filled her, a torrent of pleasure that left us both gasping for breath. I could feel our mingled juices leaking out onto me, coating my skin in a warm, salty layer. The heat was intense, almost unbearable, but I didn't care. I was lost in the moment, completely consumed by the pleasure of the moment.

As my cock softened, she gingerly climbed off me, her movements delicate and tender. I felt my dick slip from her grasp, a sense of relief washing over me as I returned to my own body. We lay next to each other, panting from our exertions, our bodies intertwined in a tangled mess of limbs and skin.

She looked over at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. “That was amazing and hot as hell,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the show,” I replied, unable to meet her gaze.

“I did! Now I have another idea, but we’ll wait to try it later.” Her words hung in the air, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensive. I had no idea what she was referring to, but I knew that whatever it was, it would be even more intense, even more pleasurable than our previous encounters. And I couldn’t wait to find out. The rain continued to fall, washing away the sweat and the remnants of our passion, leaving behind only the lingering scent of desire and the promise of future pleasure.

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