Forbidden Anticipation

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my heart. My husband, Mark, was on a business trip to Tokyo, and the distance between us felt like an ocean, vast and unforgiving. But oceans couldn't contain desire, not when it burned this hot, this insistent. I'd been surviving on a diet of his texts and emails, each one a tiny, tantalizing morsel designed to keep the flames alive. They were brief, mostly just descriptions of his needs, his cravings, leaving me aching for the real thing. Tonight, his words had been particularly potent. “Anticipated Heat,” he’d typed, followed by a graphic image of him wanking, his face contorted in pleasure. The thought of him, so close yet so far, sent shivers down my spine.

I’d prepared for his return, as always. I’d chosen a simple, yet undeniably provocative, outfit: a sheer, crimson silk nightie that barely concealed the curves beneath. As I waited in the hallway, the scent of his cologne – sandalwood and leather – hung in the air, a phantom reminder of his presence. The lock clicked, and the door swung open, revealing Mark, looking weary but undeniably handsome in his tailored suit. He scanned the room, his eyes lingering on me before a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.

“You look stunning,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my core. He moved towards me with a deliberate grace, his hands reaching out to gently pull me into his arms. The touch ignited a fire within me, a primal need that demanded to be satisfied. As he held me close, my nipples began to tingle, a delicious precursor to the pleasure to come. I let my nightie slip to the floor, revealing my pale skin and the swell of my breasts. My body was a canvas, ready to be painted with his touch.

He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me towards the living room where the soft glow of the firelight awaited. He laid me down on the plush velvet couch, his weight a comforting pressure against my hips. As he began to undress, my fingers instinctively found their way to my own body, tracing the contours of my curves, teasing my senses. The anticipation built with each movement, each glance between us, each stolen breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He continued to undress, revealing the tautness of his muscles, the hardness of his cock. The sight was enough to send a jolt of electricity through me. I widened my legs, my muscles tensing, ready to receive him. I began to stroke my pussy, letting the anticipation build, pushing my pleasure to the edge of control.

He knelt before me, his eyes locked on mine, a silent invitation. With a slow, deliberate movement, he guided his cock into my waiting mouth. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of wetness and friction. I moaned, lost in the heat of the moment, my body responding instinctively to his touch. As he began to thrust, a powerful wave of pleasure washed over me, bringing me closer to the brink of orgasm.

“Oh, darling, suck me, please,” he begged, his voice thick with desire. I teased him, slowing my pace, prolonging the pleasure, but I knew I needed to reach the peak, to lose myself completely in the sensation. He lifted me up, supporting my weight as he continued his relentless assault. The pressure increased, pushing me further and further towards the edge.

He laid me down on the couch again, his hand gently massaging his cock, coaxing it to full hardness. As I watched him, my own arousal intensified, my body trembling with anticipation. My pussy was already wet, responding to his touch, but I craved more, needed more. As he leaned down between my legs, guiding his cock into me once more, the pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that threatened to consume me entirely.

The in and out sliding motion of his cock was both brutal and exquisite, pushing me to the very limit. The waves of pleasure surged through me, building to a crescendo. We both let out gasps of pleasure, lost in the moment, completely consumed by our lust. Then, with a final, desperate thrust, we both reached the point of no return. Our bodies convulsed as we simultaneously released a torrent of ejaculate, a shared explosion of pleasure that left us breathless and spent.

For a moment, we lay there, tangled together, panting for air, our bodies slick with sweat. The rain continued to beat against the windows, but inside, the atmosphere was thick with heat and desire. As we slowly pulled apart, I looked up at him, my eyes filled with adoration. “That was incredible,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

“It was for you,” he replied, his gaze never leaving mine. He reached out and gently stroked my hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine. As the evening wore on, we continued to indulge in our mutual desires. We moved from one extreme to another, exploring every inch of our bodies, pushing our boundaries, and feeding our lust. We engaged in a frenzied dance, a swirling vortex of pleasure and passion. We explored each other’s fantasies, from anal play to spanking, never shying away from anything that ignited our desires. The night was filled with a frenzied rhythm of lust, a desperate attempt to fill the void left by his absence. There was also a shared bottle of wine, enjoyed while lounging on his lap, as he performed a sensual lap dance. The rhythm of his movements sent shivers down my spine, and his touch grew bolder, igniting a fire in my soul. He pulled me closer, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss that tasted of desire and longing. As we continued our erotic love – everything that we both enjoyed, from anal to spanking – the hours melted away, lost in the intoxicating heat of our shared pleasure. The rain eventually subsided, and the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, but our passion remained, a burning ember that would continue to glow long after the sun rose.

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