Claimed Possession

The rain hammered against the windows of my small apartment, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my pulse. It was a Thursday, a particularly dreary one, but the thought of seeing her, of being swallowed by her, was a shield against the gray monotony of the day. I’d just finished my shift at the hardware store, the smell of sawdust clinging to my clothes, a pathetic attempt to mask the scent of desire that permeated every fiber of my being. As I reached for the doorknob, a voice, low and insistent, cut through the storm’s roar.

“I need to do this to you!”

It was Wendy. Even from a few feet away, her presence filled the hallway, a tangible heat radiating from her. She stood in the doorway of the bedroom, a silhouette against the soft glow of the bedside lamp, and as I turned, my breath hitched in my throat. She was wearing a simple, silk slip dress, the pale color clinging to her curves like liquid moonlight. The rain plastered strands of her golden hair to her face, framing eyes that burned with an almost primal hunger.

Without a word, she moved with a predatory grace, unbuckling my jeans with swift, confident movements. The denim fell to the worn wooden floor, revealing the pale expanse of my chest and the thick, dark mass beneath. Before I could even register the full extent of her intentions, her hand, calloused from years of working alongside me, plunged into my underwear. The sensation was both shocking and electrifying, a violation that tasted like pure, unadulterated need. She shoved them upwards, towards my feet, forcing me to bend over and meet her gaze. The heat radiating from her body intensified, raising goosebumps on my skin. Her lips parted slightly, exposing a flash of white teeth as she began to lick, slowly, deliberately, around my now exposed member. The rhythmic action sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire in my loins. Her head bobbed with an almost hypnotic rhythm, her eyes locked on mine, a silent invitation to lose myself completely in her pleasure. I felt a desperate, animalistic urge to give in, to surrender to the torrent of sensation threatening to overwhelm me.

“Honey…I…” I managed, my voice a strangled whisper.

Her moans, low and guttural, answered my unspoken plea. They vibrated through the room, resonating deep within my core. She continued her assault, her hand gripping my buttocks with surprising strength, pulling me closer, drawing me into her orbit. As our eyes met, a jolt of recognition shot through me. It wasn't just lust in those eyes, it was something deeper, something primal and ancient. It was the unwavering devotion of a woman utterly and completely in love with her partner, a love that extended far beyond the confines of our marriage bed. It was the kind of look that spoke of trust, longing, and a desperate desire to fulfill every single one of my needs. I felt a surge of gratitude, an overwhelming sense of relief that she was here, in this moment, sharing her pleasure with me.

I relaxed, as much as one could in such circumstances, leaning against the headboard of our bed. Wendy didn’t break the connection, continuing her lustful exploration of my body, her fingers tracing the contours of my muscles, her tongue teasing and caressing every inch of my flesh. “Wendy…I’m gonna cum!” I gasped, my breath ragged and uneven. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a coiled spring ready to release its pent-up energy.

She pulled back momentarily, her lips brushing against my ear, before resuming her assault. “That’s the goal, my love! I love it when you pulsate into me.” She swallowed me whole, a greedy, desperate act that sent another wave of pleasure washing over me. The feeling was exquisite, overwhelming, leaving me weak and trembling. The rhythmic sucking intensified, pulling me deeper into the vortex of her pleasure. Her hand tightened around my waist, pulling me closer, her body pressed against mine, creating a perfect, intimate fit. I felt a primal connection, a sense of unity that transcended words.

I looked down at her, her skin glistening with sweat, her eyes shining with unbridled passion. In the delirium of love, I thanked my God for bringing her into my life. She was a force of nature, a whirlwind of desire that left no room for restraint. A Christian woman who embraced her sexuality with unrestrained abandon, transforming our marital bed into a temple of pleasure. My legs trembled, a clear sign of the impending release. The pressure building within me was immense, threatening to erupt at any moment.

“A-A-A-R-G!”, I yelled, the sound ripped from my throat as my seminal fluid surged forth, a torrent of pure pleasure. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, a complete and utter surrender to the moment. She didn't take out my shaft, continuing her relentless assault, her body convulsing with each thrust. The feeling of the release, the warmth and moisture of her mouth, was both exhilarating and utterly primal. It was a sensation unlike any I had ever experienced, a visceral connection that defied logic and reason. While I experienced the release into her pulsating vagina as she attempted to squeeze down on my shaft, this was a close second, a distant memory in comparison to the sheer intensity of the moment.

The aftermath was a blur of heavy breathing, shaky limbs, and a profound sense of satiation. We cleaned up quickly, a silent acknowledgment of the shared experience. As I hitched up my jeans and straightened out my shirt, Wendy leaned down and kissed me deeply, her lips brushing against my neck. “You belong to me,” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. “More of that tonight when you get home. Drive safely but be anxious to come home. I’ll be waiting!” Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she winked.

Her words hung in the air, a promise of more pleasure to come. As I stepped out into the rain, I felt a renewed sense of purpose, a burning desire to return to her, to once again lose myself in the intoxicating embrace of her love. The storm continued to rage outside, but within our apartment, a different kind of storm was brewing, a storm of lust, desire, and unbridled passion. It was a storm I welcomed with open arms, a storm that promised to leave me breathless and begging for more.

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