Her Wet Dreams & My Drive (L)

The sterile scent of disinfectant still clung to the air, a grim reminder of her recent surgery. Six weeks. Six agonizing weeks of longing, frustration, and a gnawing hunger that threatened to consume me. My wife, Sarah, was finally cleared to resume intimacy, but the anticipation felt like a lead weight in my stomach. She was pale, fragile, but the fire in her eyes hadn't dimmed. It was a beautiful, dangerous thing, that desire. Tonight, I was determined to unleash it upon her.

As I waited for her to shower, I paced the bedroom, my hand tracing the outline of my erection. It was a magnificent specimen, hard and gleaming, pulsing with raw energy. I caught a glimpse of her through the doorway, emerging from the bathroom wrapped in a soft, white robe. Her hair was damp, clinging to her shoulders, and her skin, still pale, seemed to glow under the dim light. She looked impossibly beautiful, a testament to the strength she’d shown throughout her recovery.

“You’re ready?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

She nodded, her eyes locking onto mine, a silent invitation. I moved closer, gently taking her hand and leading her back to the bed. The sheets were cool against my skin, a welcome contrast to the heat building within me. As she lay down, I began to caress her hair, my fingers tracing the delicate strands, sending shivers down her spine. Her moans started softly, a hesitant whisper that quickly escalated into a passionate plea.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she breathed, her voice thick with emotion.

“God, you have,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her neck, my lips tracing the curve of her jawline. The scent of her skin, a blend of lavender and vanilla, filled my senses, further fueling my desire. My hand moved down her body, gently exploring the contours of her breasts, finding the perfect spot to begin my assault. I started sucking on her nipples, escalating the pleasure, feeling her body respond with increasingly frantic moans. The heat built, radiating from her core, intoxicating me completely.

As I continued to stimulate her breasts, I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling gently, teasing her, making her arches rise in anticipation. Her moans intensified, becoming more urgent, more demanding. “More,” she whispered, her voice ragged. “Please, more.” I obliged, deepening my grip, digging my nails into her scalp, drawing out another wave of pleasure. Her body arched higher, her hips thrusting against the sheets, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The air crackled with electricity, a palpable energy between us.

Finally, I moved my hands lower, tracing the line of her spine, then down her belly, her body convulsing in response. Reaching her thighs, I began to lick her, sliding my tongue along her sensitive skin, sending shivers down her entire body. "Awww… ohhhhhh!" she moaned, her right hand grazing my head hair and her left one firmly cupping her boobie. Her head fell back; she was lost in holy lust. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

With a deep breath, I shifted my position, sliding beneath her, my weight pressing into her vulnerable body. My head buried in her brown juicy thighs, I continued to lick her, my warm tongue moving over her clit, feeling the frantic rhythm of her heart pounding against my chest. The heat intensified, becoming almost unbearable. “Awwww… ohhhhhh!” she moaned again, her voice choked with pleasure.

“Let me feel you,” I whispered, my voice raw with desire. I gripped her ankles, pulling her towards me, her body arching in anticipation. She continued to graze my back, commanding me deeper, further. It wasn't a question; it was an imperative. I gave her a firm thrust, and she jerked! She literally ran mad, her body convulsing in a frenzy of ecstasy.

I gave her three more hard thrusts and paused, savoring the moment, feeling her body reach its peak. Tears ran from her eyes as I remained in a thrusting posture without moving, feeling her entire body tremble with pleasure. Heaving with longing love, I put her in sexual tension, knowing that I had just unleashed a torrent of primal energy within her. I kissed her deeply, my lips finding their way to her mouth, and using her ankles, she grasped my body onto hers and locked us together. I made five more hard thrusts into the deepest part of her cunt, and her eyes closed, her body fully relaxed, and her head lolled to the side. I thought she might have fainted.

She roused after a moment or two, eager for more. With her tight pussy at the mercy of my rod, she got so excited that our sex heat and aroma filled our bedroom. Still eye to eye with her, I felt her pussy pulsing and longing for an intimate fuck.

I held onto her boobie with one hand while the other grasped her sexy hip to pull her toward me. I went further down her love canal, and she hungrily lifted at the waist to meet my “attack.” Her hands continued to graze my back, in a way commanding me to go deeper. Did I hesitate? No! I rode her mercilessly, hungrily, lovingly, deeply and satisfactorily.

She felt each thrust. She felt my every vein, each heartbeat, and the heat my cock brought to her love bank. Her gorgeous, love-and-tear-filled eyes rolled back for some time, and at their return, they pierced my soul, yearning for me as I also drank deep from the tankard of her love. She clenched onto me, hardly letting me go, begged me for a deeper ride.

I finally broke through into her sweetest, wettest city. Breathing hard, she cried, “Ahhhhh! Ohhhh, babyyyy! Fuckkkkkkk!!! Oh, yeahhhh! Baby, fuck me! Give it to me!” Finally, a deep orgasm gave her release.

Still mounted on her and pinning her down on our soft bed, I gave her rapid, rigour-filled thrusts, and as my balls slapped at its entrance, her pussy yearned for more. But I had reached the edge; I thrust deeply once more, squeezed my buns, held both my hands under her back, and pushed my warm, thick load of cum into her cavern. It hit her walls, decorating them and inseminating until her cunt was full.

She jerked and opened her warm, brown thighs wide, giving me more access to her yoyo. I thrust deeper and it felt like pushing my hand into a water-filled jar. It splashed in between our legs, and we got soaked and slippery.

All sweaty, I looked into her eyes and told her, “Baby, my baby is going to look like you.” I sucked on her succulent boobs, and she forcefully pulled my face into her cleavage as she stroked my back. My cock was still buried deep, and it throbbed as we continued to enjoy the moment.

Her gorgeous, love-and-tear-filled eyes rolled back for some time, and at their return, they pierced my soul, yearning for me as I also drank deep from the tankard of her love. She clenched onto me, hardly letting me go, begged me for a deeper ride.

I finally broke through into her sweetest, wettest city. Breathing hard, she cried, “Ahhhhh! Ohhhh, babyyyy! Fuckkkkkkk!!! Oh, yeahhhh! Baby, fuck me! Give it to me!” Finally, a deep orgasm gave her release.

Still mounted on her and pinning her down on our soft bed, I gave her rapid, rigour-filled thrusts, and as my balls slapped at its entrance, her pussy yearned for more. But I had reached the edge; I thrust deeply once more, squeezed my buns, held both my hands under her back, and pushed my warm, thick load of cum into her cavern. It hit her walls, decorating them and inseminating until her cunt was full.

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