Crimson Lips, Anticipation's Kiss

The rain hammered against the windows of the opulent bedroom, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of her heart. She lay perfectly still, a sculpted goddess in a crimson silk slip, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. The scent of sandalwood and expensive perfume hung heavy in the air, a fragrant promise of the pleasure to come. Her fingers, tracing the delicate lace of the slip, felt a familiar warmth spread through her, a delicious anticipation building with each passing second. The thought of James, her husband, his broad shoulders and powerful hands, was a constant, burning need within her. They’d been distant lately, consumed by the demands of their careers, the relentless grind of their lives pulling them further and further apart. Tonight, she was determined to bridge that gap, to reclaim the intimacy they’d lost.

She reached down, her fingertips sinking between her full, ripe lips, savoring the sensation of her own juices, a salty reminder of the heat that awaited. She raised her hand, admiring the glistening droplets, each one a tiny testament to her arousal. The image of James, returning home, his eyes hungry, his hands eager, sent a shiver down her spine. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her face, her body tensing with a growing excitement. With a sigh, she began to spread her fingers, letting the glistening fluid flow freely, a fragrant invitation to the pleasure she craved. The aroma intensified, a heady blend of musk and desire, drawing her deeper into the anticipation. It had been far too long since they’d truly connected, lost in the routine and the distractions of their busy lives. Tonight, she would make sure they made up for lost time.

She slipped out of the silk slip, revealing the smooth expanse of her tanned skin beneath. A push-up bra, meticulously chosen for its support and its ability to tease, followed by a tight, short dress that clung to her curves, a flash of scarlet against her pale skin. Finally, she slipped on a pair of stiletto heels, their sharp angles emphasizing her legs, adding a touch of dangerous allure. A few strategic touches to her long, flowing hair, a cascade of auburn waves framing her face, completed the transformation. Now, she settled back onto the plush velvet bed, pulling a steaming cup of chamomile tea to her lips, and flipped on the television, settling on a steamy romance film, letting the images fuel her fantasies.

As she watched the passionate encounters unfold on the screen, she began to massage her large, round breasts, her fingers kneading the soft, sensitive flesh, imagining James’s large hands doing the same. Her right hand slid down her supple, curvy side, pausing when she felt the warm, soft skin of her thigh. Moving it to the inside of her leg, she began to make slow, deliberate circles, gradually raising her skirt with each rotation. Her breathing increased, her body tingling with a growing sense of pleasure, as her legs spread wide, the short skirt rising just above her swollen mound. As she squeezed her left tit, her right hand met her engorged and slick pussy once again. The muscles in her back arched, a moan escaping her lips. “Where is that man of mine,” she thought, her finger effortlessly slipping inside her pussy. It felt like she was swallowing her finger with a contraction of her muscles, the sensation both intense and utterly satisfying. She spread the slick juices all over her lips and clit, marinating them in her own deliciousness. “He is going to love this when he gets home.”

She began to rub her slick clit, simultaneously reaching toward the nightstand with her left hand and grabbing her clitoral stimulator. After licking the suction lips, she applied it to her wetness, a small act of self-pleasure that heightened her anticipation. “Mmm,” she murmured, a moan escaping her lips. Slowly, she moved the toy around, searching for the perfect spot, until she found the sweet spot, the point of maximum sensitivity, and let out a piercing shriek of ecstasy as it began to do its job. Her entire body was now vibrating with excitement, the intensity building with each passing moment. Her pussy felt so empty, yearning for fulfillment, and she knew that just a little more would bring her to the brink of oblivion. Just a little more, and she would have that earthshaking orgasm. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her knees shaking uncontrollably. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from the exertion, as she neared the tipping point.

Suddenly, she felt something large and thick slide inside her gaping pussy, a wave of pleasure washing over her as she screamed in ecstatic agony. She let go of everything she’d been holding back, allowing the sensation to consume her entirely, her pussy pulsing repeatedly with each contraction. The world around her blurred, the rain outside fading into a distant hum as she lost herself in the intensity of the moment.

James’s footsteps echoed through the house, growing louder with each passing second. He stood in the doorway, a shadow against the light, his eyes instantly locking onto hers. He looked down at his hands, the large fingers now stained with her precious fluids. He watched, captivated, as she writhed on the bed, lost in her own pleasure. After a few moments, he saw her clear juices gushing out, rolling down his hand to his wrist. He pulled out of her, sucking her deliciousness from his fingertips.

The orgasm reached its crescendo as James pulled his fingers out of her, and she rolled over into a ball, squeezing her thighs together and clenching her Kegels tight. After several guttural noises, she came back to herself, her eyes locking onto James, who was watching her with his large cock in his hand, just inches from her face. She looked at him, red-faced from the afterglow of the orgasm and the embarrassment of being caught.

“I didn’t see you come in,” she asked sheepishly, her voice breathless.

“It looks like I arrived just in time to lend you a hand,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

“This is only the beginning,” she said, then stuck out her tongue and licked a drop of his precious ejaculate off of his member. “Now, help me clean up before we go out.” She scooted to the edge of the bed, showing off her slick mound.

He knew exactly what to do; he used his tongue to clean her up, the sensation both stimulating and deeply satisfying.

“You may need to drink lots of water,” she warned him, “because I have so much fun planned for us.”

As she spoke, she pulled herself closer, her body leaning into his, the scent of her sweat mingling with the lingering aroma of his arousal. The rain continued to beat against the windows, but within the confines of their bedroom, the world felt small, contained, and utterly devoted to their shared pleasure. The night was young, and the possibilities seemed endless.

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