Crimson Echoes in Velvet Night

The rain hammered against the windows of the Victorian house, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the frantic pulse in Janette’s veins. She’d arrived home after a brutal day at the law firm, the weight of demanding clients and impossible deadlines pressing down on her. As she stepped across the threshold, the scent of aged mahogany and red wine filled the air, immediately signaling that her husband, Robert, had anticipated her arrival. The living room was transformed, bathed in the warm glow of dozens of flickering candles, their flames casting dancing shadows across the plush velvet furniture. A full bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon sat on a silver tray, alongside a selection of artisanal cheeses and crackers. It was an extravagant display, clearly meant for a special occasion.

A slow smile spread across Janette’s face as she took in the scene. “What’s all this for, love?” she asked, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room.

Robert moved with a languid grace towards her, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “Just a little something to unwind after your long day, my girl. I thought you deserved a night of indulgence.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “This is only the beginning.” The scent of his cologne, a heady mix of sandalwood and spice, filled her senses as he slowly began to kiss her neck, his touch both tender and insistent. She shivered, the wine glass slipping slightly from her grasp and clinking softly against the table as she leaned back against his chest, savoring the moment.

“Mmm, this is nice,” she sighed, her eyes fluttering closed.

Robert’s grip tightened around her waist, his kiss deepening, tracing the delicate curve of her jawline. “Glad you approve, but this is just a prelude.” He paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and then slowly unbuttoned her purple lace bra, revealing the creamy expanse of her breasts. He began to massage her breasts through the thin fabric, his touch deliberate and provocative, sending shivers down her spine.

Janette closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations. “Is this punishment for this morning?” she whispered, a playful hint of challenge in her voice.

Robert grinned, remembering the exquisite torment she had inflicted upon him earlier that day. He’d awakened to find her kneeling before him, clad in her matching purple bar and garter combo, her tongue dancing over his hard cock. A slow, deliberate smile played on her lips as she watched him stir, licking her lips in anticipation. “Time to wake up, love. I have to head to work, and you have problems of your own to deal with.” The words were laced with a cruel satisfaction as she turned and walked out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the lingering memory of her touch.

As she stepped out, Robert meticulously undid the front clasp on her bra, exposing her hardened nipples. He traced circles around her pink nubs without ever touching them, a silent acknowledgment of her body's power. Janette moaned softly, rising from the couch and placing her hand on her chest. “Then I suppose we should start where we left off,” she said, tossing her shirt and bra aside and kneeling before him, her body eager for his attention. She slowly undid the buttons of his pants, freeing his straining hard-on. Her tongue, a serpent of pleasure, began to explore the sensitive flesh, tracing its contours and swirling around its head before delicately sucking it into her mouth.

Robert groaned, resting his hand on the back of her head, relishing the feeling of her body pressed against his. He knew he couldn't delay, not if he wanted to experience the full force of her desire. As she arched her back, reaching for him, he pulled her up, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. The taste of his body, mingled with the lingering scent of wine and candles, was intoxicating. He moved from kissing her lips to her neck, gently nibbling at the base of her throat, undoing her skirt as he continued his exploration.

Janette moaned, arching her neck further in response, desperate for the release that only he could provide. Robert quickly removed her skirt, pushing her down onto the couch, a grin plastered across his face. “Your turn, love,” he said, kneeling between her legs and running his tongue over the lips of her shaven pussy. He parted her lips slightly, exposing her swollen clit, and lightly blew cold air on it, watching her shiver in response. Slowly, he began running his finger just inside her opening, flicking her clit with playful precision, savoring every moan that escaped her lips.

He moved his finger further in, clamping his lips around her clit and sucking deeply, the sensation both agonizing and exquisite. Janette was on the verge of climax, her muscles tightening, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She arched her hips towards his fingers, hoping they would fill her as she reached the peak, but Robert had other plans. Just as she was about to explode, he abruptly pulled away, grinning up at her as she growled softly. “Did you really think I was going to let you come that quickly after this morning?”

“A girl can hope, can’t she?” Janette retorted, a hint of frustration in her voice.

Robert burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room. He pulled her up, kissing her deeply, tasting his own desire on her lips. He moved from kissing her lips to her neck, gently nipping at her earlobe, whispering, “If you really want my cock, you need to turn around, bend over this couch, and spread your legs. Be prepared to get your hot, wet pussy fucked hard.”

Janette obeyed instantly, bracing herself against the back of the couch, her hips raised in anticipation. As her husband moved behind her, rubbing the head of his cock along her dripping wet slit, she felt a surge of heat, a primal need taking over her senses. She moaned, pushing her hips back against the couch, desperate for the pleasure she knew he could provide.

“Fuck me, baby, please fuck me!” she cried out, her voice raw with anticipation.

Robert grinned, pushing deeper into her awaiting pussy. As they both neared the edge of pleasure, he grabbed her hips and pulled his cock out, slamming it back in repeatedly, listening to her moans fill the room. They continued their frenzied dance of passion, edging closer and closer to the brink.

Finally, they collapsed on the couch, Janette curled up against Robert’s chest, shivering from the intensity of their encounter. She smiled up at him, still feeling the reverberations of orgasm through her body. “I think I’ll have to start teasing you more in the mornings,” she whispered, her voice husky with pleasure. Robert grinned, gently rubbing her back. “I don’t think I’d have any real complaints,” he replied, pulling her closer for another kiss. The rain continued to beat against the windows, a soundtrack to their shared pleasure, a testament to the enduring power of desire and the exquisite pleasure of a night well spent.

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