Forbidden Hunger: A Night In

The rain hammered against the windows, a frantic rhythm mirroring the chaotic week I’d just endured. Work had been a relentless pressure cooker, each deadline a searing reminder of my inadequacy. Tom, my husband, had texted earlier, suggesting we order in and unwind, but the thought felt like a distant, impossible dream. I’d managed to drag myself home, exhausted and emotionally raw, just as he arrived. The scent of his cologne, a familiar comfort, hung in the air as he pulled me into his arms. But something was different. An undercurrent of intensity, a raw need that I hadn’t felt in a long time. He wasn't just seeking solace; he was demanding attention, a desperate plea that bypassed my defenses entirely. Before I could even register the shift in his demeanor, he’d moved with brutal efficiency, pinning me against the hallway wall. His lips crashed against mine, a forceful, insistent assault that stole my breath away. It wasn’t the gentle, loving kiss of a partner; it was something primal, possessive, and undeniably hot.

He ignored my initial protests, a silent dismissal that sent a shiver of both fear and exhilaration through me. He began peeling away my blouse, his touch deliberately slow and deliberate, focusing on the sensitive skin beneath my breasts. The movement was both invasive and strangely captivating. As the fabric fell away, revealing my dark red lace bra, he paused, his eyes burning into mine with an unsettling intensity. He kissed me again, harder this time, a deliberate act of claiming, of ownership. Then, with a casual disregard for my discomfort, he began to take my blouse completely off, his fingers tracing the contours of my body with a slow, sensual rhythm. The feeling was both shocking and strangely liberating.

His kisses then moved lower, down my neck and along my collarbone, igniting a fire that spread through my veins. Mmm. The touch was rough, demanding, but undeniably pleasurable. He turned me around, positioning me so I faced the wall, and with a possessive grip, he seized my breasts, pressing himself against me with a force that made my breath catch in my throat. The heat radiating from his body was palpable, and I could feel my knees weaken beneath the pressure. His hot breath tickled my neck as he continued to squeeze my breasts, pinching my nipples with a playful cruelty that sent shivers down my spine. I instinctively reached behind me, pulling him close, and grabbed his erect member, a primal instinct taking over. His moans were immediate, a guttural release that confirmed his desperate need.

He turned me back around, resuming his assault, this time focusing entirely on my breasts. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that left me breathless and trembling. He squeezed, he pinched, he held, each movement a deliberate act of domination. My knees threatened to buckle as he continued his relentless assault, his touch sending waves of pleasure and panic through my body. The world seemed to narrow down to the feel of his skin against mine, the scent of his arousal, and the insistent pounding of my own heart.

We stumbled down the hallway, drawn together by an invisible force, until we reached our bedroom. There, he pushed me onto the bed, slowly and deliberately removing my skirt and panties, his fingertips lingering on the sensitive skin of my thighs. He kissed his way back up my legs, a slow, deliberate caress that heightened my anticipation. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the desire building within me until it threatened to consume me entirely. Then, he reached for me, a silent invitation that I couldn’t resist. Mmm. Mmmmm. Mmm! The feeling was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and vulnerability.

As we continued to kiss, the room seemed to spin around us, the rain outside intensifying its assault on the windows. He pulled away slightly, his eyes locked on mine, and unhooked my bra, discarding it with a casual disregard for my feelings. He then began to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. My knees were weak, but I held on, clinging to the last vestiges of my control. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that I felt as though I might explode.

We continued to kiss, lost in our own world of lust and desire. Then, he leaned down, his lips tracing the contours of my clitoris, licking and sucking with an urgency that bordered on desperation. Mmm. Mmmmm. Mmm! The feeling was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. It was an experience that shattered my inhibitions, leaving me breathless and raw. I thought I was going to lose my mind, completely surrendering to the moment. But as he continued his relentless assault, I realized that I wasn’t just enjoying the pleasure; I was craving it.

He wouldn’t let up, pushing me further and further into the depths of sensation. I came. SO. HARD. The release was explosive, a torrent of pleasure that left me gasping for air. I barely had time to catch my breath before he resumed his assault, undressing him in turn. He quickly unzipped his pants and began pounding my pussy with his erect member, two more orgasms following in quick succession. The rhythm was relentless, driving me deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

He leaned forward, kissing me passionately, and I responded in kind, our bodies entangled in a tangled mess of limbs and desire. We helped each other remove our shirts, discarding them on the floor as we lay naked on the bed, skin to skin. Then, he climbed on top, positioning himself strategically, and began his assault on my body. His movements were deliberate, forceful, and undeniably hot. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and dominance.

As he moved his hips up and down, grinding against my body, I felt a surge of power, a sense of control that was both exhilarating and frightening. The movement intensified the pleasure, leading me to soak his balls and our bed, sending me into a state of utter abandon. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, where all inhibitions vanished and only the primal instincts remained. I almost lost all control, unable to resist the overwhelming urge to come again.

After several more orgasms, I collapsed on him, spent but utterly satisfied. The heat of his body radiated through me, a comforting warmth that chased away the lingering chill of the day. I don’t know how he held on after I had edged him so thoroughly, but he did. We continued for a few more minutes, clinging to each other in a desperate embrace, before I finally succumbed to exhaustion and drifted off to sleep.

We never did have dinner. The rain continued to fall, washing away the remnants of the day and leaving behind only the lingering scent of desire and the memory of our passionate encounter.

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