Delayed Desire After Dark

The scent of stale coffee and simmering resentment hung heavy in the air as I walked through the door, the weight of the day pressing down on me like a physical burden. My wife, Sarah, was a whirlwind of controlled chaos, her usually vibrant eyes shadowed with fatigue. She’d been pushing herself relentlessly at work, juggling deadlines and demanding clients, leaving little room for anything else. Without a word, I moved towards the bedroom, seeking refuge in the sanctuary of our shared space, hoping to find a way to ease her burden, even if just for a little while.

“Honey, you look exhausted,” I said softly, reaching for her hand as she slumped onto the edge of the bed. “What can I do to help you unwind?”

A slow, knowing smile spread across her face, a flicker of anticipation in her eyes. “There’s something I really want, something I can’t wait for, but it needs to wait until after the kids are asleep. Just promise me you’ll be patient.”

The request hung in the air, laced with a tantalizing promise of pleasure, and I readily agreed, my own desires mirroring her unspoken longing. The anticipation built as the hours crawled by, punctuated by the joyful shrieks and playful chaos of our children. Finally, as the last tiny footsteps faded away, leaving an echoing silence in their wake, Sarah rose from the bed, her movements deliberate and graceful.

She retrieved two enormous, plush pillows from the linen closet, stacking them on top of each other, creating a makeshift platform that lifted her hips about twelve inches off the mattress. It was an unusual, almost theatrical position, one that instantly heightened the tension in the room. She lay back, her body a perfect curve, her breathing slow and measured.

“Now, you’re going to give me a massage,” she instructed, her voice a low murmur. “Focus on my lower back, my upper thighs, and especially my butt. Really work those muscles.”

Without hesitation, I knelt beside her, my hands gliding across her back, feeling the tautness of her muscles beneath my fingertips. The heat of her body radiated through my touch, igniting a primal fire within me. As I worked my way down her legs, my hands lingered on her buttocks, applying firm, rhythmic pressure, a slow, deliberate rhythm designed to build anticipation. The scent of her lavender-infused lotion filled the air, mingling with the lingering aroma of her shower, creating an intoxicating blend of sensations.

After what felt like an eternity, but was likely only fifteen minutes, Sarah shifted slightly, her voice a silken whisper in my ear. “That was wonderful, darling, but I have another request. One that’s a bit more… personal.”

My pulse quickened, a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. She spread her legs apart, a subtle invitation that I couldn’t ignore. “Perform oral sex on me from behind,” she commanded, her gaze intense and demanding.

Kneeling behind her, I positioned myself carefully, her scent intoxicating my senses. With a gentle hand, I spread her cheeks apart, ensuring a clear view of her mouth, and began to lick her. The initial sensation was electric, sending shivers down my spine. As I moved down her upper thighs, my hand gently tracing the curve of her hip, I felt her muscles tense beneath my fingertips. Then, I moved towards her vaginal lips, my tongue tracing the delicate folds of skin, teasing her with the promise of pleasure. The angle proved to be exceptionally effective, stimulating her nerve endings in a way that sent waves of heat rippling through her body.

With renewed vigor, I continued my exploration, licking her vaginal lips with increasing intensity, my movements deliberate and controlled. Finally, I pushed my tongue up into her for a few moments, savoring the moment, drawing out the anticipation. Then, I moved on to her clitoris, a point of exquisite sensitivity that responded instantly to my touch. The combination of the massage and the oral stimulation was proving to be a potent cocktail of desire, each sensation building upon the last, leading her closer and closer to the brink.

Within two minutes, she exploded, a violent eruption of pleasure that shook her entire body. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy that both thrilled and overwhelmed me. After her release, she lay still for a moment, her breathing ragged, before slowly pushing herself up to a sitting position.

“You did wonderfully,” she murmured, her voice still shaky with pleasure. “But I still want more. Gently, slowly, touch my clitoris with the tip of your tongue for a few minutes, while I recover.”

Accommodating her desire, I leaned over her, my tongue caressing her clitoris with slow, deliberate movements. The touch was both stimulating and soothing, a perfect balance between pleasure and relaxation. As I continued to lick her, she began to writhe slightly, her body responding to the renewed stimulation.

After about ten minutes, I took a risk, moving “north” as I had spoken of earlier, licking the opening just below her clitoris, where her labia met her vaginal wall. The sensation was even more intense than before, sending waves of heat coursing through her body. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, as she fought to maintain control.

Her body arched and contorted, her muscles clenching and releasing in response to the escalating pleasure. In less than a minute, she exploded again, even more powerfully than before. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

Without hesitation, she slid off the pillows and collapsed onto her stomach on the bed, a heavy, exhausted heap. The heat of her body radiated through my touch, a tangible reminder of the intense pleasure we had just shared. I wrapped one arm and one leg around her, pulling her close, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. We lay there in silence, both utterly spent, lost in the blissful aftermath of our mutual desires. The world outside faded away, replaced by the intimate connection between us, a testament to the power of touch and the intoxicating allure of shared pleasure. It was a weary, wonderful sleep, born from a night of unbridled lust and exquisite surrender.

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Delayed Desire After Dark

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