Backward Blissful Touch

The rain hammered against the windows of our secluded cabin, a relentless rhythm mirroring the insistent throb in my core. It had been a long day of hiking, a brutal ascent into the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, but the exhaustion was a distant memory now, swallowed by the primal heat building within me. Snagd, my husband, my rock, my everything, was pacing restlessly, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He knew what I craved, what ignited this inferno, and I reveled in his anticipation.

Tonight, we were going sideways.

He’d found the perfect spot – a plush, velvet chaise lounge positioned against the window, overlooking the darkening forest. The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the rich, musky aroma of his arousal, sending shivers down my spine. I lay on my back, my hips spread wide, my gaze locked on his unwavering focus. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious torture that left me breathless and wanting.

Snagd moved with an animalistic grace, his hands tracing the curve of my spine as he reached for me. His touch was deliberate, insistent, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. He began to mount me, slowly at first, his weight pressing against my flesh, igniting a cascade of heat that spread from my core to my fingertips. As his cock began to swell, a dark, insistent pleasure, I instinctively arched my back, digging my nails into the soft fabric of the chaise lounge.

The world narrowed, focusing solely on the sensation building within me, the urgent need for release. He moved closer, a low moan escaping his lips as he secured his position. It was time.

He shifted slightly, angling himself so that my ass faced him. This was our ritual, our dance of dominance and submission. It always started this way, with me vulnerable, exposed, and utterly at his mercy. I lay still, a willing participant in his pleasure, my body trembling with anticipation. I felt the familiar warmth spreading through my thighs as his hands descended, seeking purchase beneath my jeans. The first tentative touches sent jolts of electricity through my body, a delicious anticipation of what was to come.

His hands worked with practiced efficiency, finding the perfect angle, applying just enough pressure to build the tension, to tease the nerve endings that lay beneath my skin. Soon, his erection was fully engaged, a hard, insistent presence against my flesh. It was time for the penetration.

He slid his cock deep inside, a powerful thrust that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. I moaned softly, surrendering to the sensation, my body arching in response. The world dissolved into a blur of heat and sensation, as he moved rhythmically, pushing deeper and deeper. I closed my eyes, lost in the exquisite pleasure, feeling the release building within me, a torrent of ecstasy threatening to overwhelm me.

But it wasn't just about the initial thrust. He had a way of prolonging the pleasure, of teasing and tantalizing before finally giving way to the full force of his desire. He paused every few moments, deepening his thrust, adjusting his position, always keeping me on the edge of anticipation. The anticipation, as always, made the pleasure even more intense.

As he continued, I felt the pressure building in my rectum, the muscles contracting and relaxing, drawing me closer and closer to the brink. I gasped, a sharp intake of breath, as the sensation intensified, becoming almost unbearable. He sensed my near-release and responded with an even more forceful thrust, pushing deep into my body, forcing me to surrender completely.

Finally, the dam broke.

A wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over me, a torrent of sensation that left me weak and trembling. I let out a primal scream, a release of all the pent-up tension, all the longing, all the desire. Snagd responded in kind, his own body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

When the final wave subsided, we lay panting in each other’s arms, our bodies slick with sweat and moisture. The rain continued to beat against the windows, but inside, the atmosphere was thick with warmth and intimacy.

He shifted slightly, pulling me closer, his hand gently stroking my hair. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice husky with pleasure.

I nodded, unable to speak, my body still humming with the afterglow of our encounter.

He continued to caress me, his touch lingering on my nipples, my clitoris, my entire body. It was a slow, deliberate act of worship, a celebration of the pleasure we had shared.

As he moved lower, he began to explore my anal opening. The sensation was both strange and thrilling, a new dimension of pleasure that I hadn't known existed. He used a generous amount of lubricant, coating my anal canal until it was slippery and smooth. The first tentative thrust was gentle, a slow, exploratory movement. But as he gained confidence, he increased the pressure, pushing deeper and deeper.

I gasped, a sharp intake of breath, as the sensation intensified, becoming almost unbearable. He sensed my near-release and responded with an even more forceful thrust, pushing deep into my body, forcing me to surrender completely.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a complete and utter surrender to the moment. I moaned, lost in the intensity of the experience, feeling every inch of my body respond to his touch.

Finally, he withdrew, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. I lay there for a moment, savoring the lingering pleasure, before slowly coming to my senses.

He looked down at me, his eyes filled with adoration. "You're beautiful," he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face.

I smiled, feeling a surge of warmth spread through my chest. He was right. I was beautiful, not just physically, but in the way I felt, in the way I lived, in the way I gave myself completely to the pleasure of the moment.

We spent the rest of the evening lost in each other’s arms, cuddling on the chaise lounge, the rain continuing its relentless rhythm against the windows. It was a perfect moment, a testament to our love, our passion, and our shared desire. As I drifted off to sleep, nestled in his arms, I knew that this was just the beginning. The sideways position, the penetration, the mutual orgasm – it was all part of our unique and intimate dance, a constant exploration of pleasure and desire. And I couldn't wait to continue it, to push the boundaries of our love, to lose ourselves completely in the sensation of being utterly consumed by each other.

The rain eventually subsided, leaving behind a glistening world washed clean and refreshed. And as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the trees, casting a golden glow over the cabin, I knew that our love story, like the mountains around us, would endure, strong, resilient, and forever wild.

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