Skin Hunger: Wet, Wild, and Waiting

The rain hammered against the windows of the small guest room, a relentless percussion accompanying my own mounting excitement. I’d been lost in a particularly decadent romance novel, its pages filled with whispered promises and desperate longing, when Ben had burst through the door, a whirlwind of apologies and frustrated energy. He’d explained his impromptu trip to fix his four-wheeler, leaving me, quite suddenly, with the dubious pleasure of my own company. The spicy words of the book still clung to my mind, fueling the insistent heat already building within me.

I made my way to the bedroom, the plush carpet muffling my footsteps. The bathroom was a sanctuary, a place for both cleaning and self-exploration. Reaching for the white towel draped over the bed, I spread it out, a pale canvas awaiting the vibrant display of my arousal. Slipping into bed, I propped myself against the headboard, a pillow anchoring my back, and began the slow, deliberate act of rediscovering my own body. My fingers traced the delicate curve of my clitoris, teasing its sensitive surface, while my hand explored the yielding flesh of my breasts, each nipple a tiny volcano of anticipation. The wetness on my lips, a testament to my recent encounter, intensified the sensation.

I moaned softly, a primal sound lost in the downpour outside. My fingers, skilled in the art of self-pleasure, danced across my pussy, a slow, sensual rhythm designed to build the heat. The squishy noises they produced were a direct reflection of my escalating pleasure. Each movement felt exquisite, a delicious torture designed to bring me closer to the edge of ecstasy. My body tensed, my legs straightening and stiffening as my focus narrowed on the exquisite sensations unfolding within me. My breathing became shallow, quick, and ragged as I succumbed to the overwhelming tide of desire. It was an explosion of pure, unadulterated lust, a desperate need to lose myself in the moment. My juices seeped out, coating my fingers and pooling on the towel beneath me, a testament to the intensity of my experience.

Then, the door creaked open, shattering the bubble of my own pleasure. Ben stood there, a mischievous glint in his eyes, his presence a jarring intrusion on my reverie. "Well, aren't you a horny little vixen?" he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Feel better?" He stripped off his t-shirt, revealing a chest honed by countless hours of weightlifting, and a muscular physique that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.

I allowed myself a small smile, a subtle acknowledgment of his audacity. My legs were now spread wide, my hand still caressing my pussy, and my body tensed with renewed anticipation. As he continued to shed his clothes, the unmistakable bulge in his pants confirmed his arousal, feeding my own flames of desire. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine, igniting a spark of something dangerous and thrilling. Slowly, I began to toy with myself again, the pleasure intensifying with each touch, each caress.

“Like what you see, my beautiful horny slut-wife?” he asked, his voice low and suggestive. The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. “Yes!” I stammered, unable to resist the pull of his gaze.

He moved closer, his hand slowly pumping his dick, watching the muscles swell and harden. God, I wanted him. The urge to possess him, to dominate him, was almost overwhelming. “You know what I want you to do, slut,” he said, his voice a low growl.

And I knew exactly what he wanted. He craved my attention, my submission, my complete and utter devotion. "You’re damn right I knew what to do and what he wanted," I replied, my voice trembling slightly. He wanted me to suck his dick, and I was more than happy to oblige.

As he jerked on his meat, I took control, taking the lead in the dance of desire. I lowered myself onto my knees, my fingers wrapping around his head, pulling him closer. My mouth opened, revealing my eager, wet pussy lips. The first taste was a jolt of electricity, a promise of the pleasure to come. Occasionally, I swirled my tongue around his head and slit, teasing him with my attention before moving on. "That's it! Suck it! Suck my cock, my hot little cocksucker!" he growled, pushing me closer. He reached behind my head and pulled some more of his cock into my mouth. A little more, and most of his cock was down my throat. I gagged, sucking, and gagged some more. Tears welled up in my eyes as I deep-throated him with unrestrained abandon.

His saliva-coated dick slipped from my mouth, and I gasped for breath. The world seemed to fade away as I focused solely on the sensation of his body against mine.

I marveled at its hardness, its power, and the desperate longing I felt for it. It was a primal connection, a shared understanding of pleasure and pain, desire and submission. I’d seen it flaccid and erect, both times leaving me breathless and yearning. It was always there, a constant presence in my life, a source of both comfort and torment.

“Lie back and spread your legs for me,” he commanded, his voice firm. “Let me get a good look at your hot little cunt.” I obeyed without hesitation, my fingers parting my lips to expose the sensitive flesh beneath.

He climbed into bed between my legs, his weight pressing down on me, igniting a fresh wave of heat. He placed his mouth on my wet pussy, kissing me gently before beginning to lap and suck, teasing my clitoris occasionally. My body shivered with anticipation as he worked his way deeper, bringing me closer and closer to the precipice of orgasm.

“Baby, that feels so good,” I cried out, my voice choked with pleasure. “You’re gonna make me cum! Ohhhhhh, baby! Yesssss! Ohhhhhhhh Fuck! I’m gonna cum—ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck—yessssss!” As my body trembled uncontrollably, I held his head to my cunt, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. My juices flooded his mouth, and he eagerly lapped it up, sharing in my pleasure.

He kissed his way up my body, lingering on my breasts before flicking his tongue over each of my erect nipples. "God, I love you!" I panted, clinging to him with desperate abandon.

As we kissed, I felt his dick nudge at my wet pussy lips, then enter me. I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer, forcing more of his cock inside me. “Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!” I whispered into his ear as he filled me with his cock. Slowly, he thrust into me and pulled almost all the way out, before pushing deep inside me again.

We continued to make love, my hips working to meet his thrusting. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect balance of pleasure and pain. I wanted this to last forever, to lose myself completely in the intoxicating embrace of his body. Gradually, his thrusting picked up in intensity. He groaned deeply, his body arching in response to the overwhelming pleasure. "Mmmmmmpht, fuck! Fuck Mmmmmmpht! Harder mmmmmph fuuuuuuuck meeeeee!” I cried out as I began to cum again, my body trembling with the intensity of the experience.

Ben got up on his knees and began to really pound my pussy. His hands were on my knees as he worked his cock in and out of me. His balls bounced on my ass, adding another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience. “Pussy feels so fucking good! My hot wife slut! I love you so fucking much! Gonna cum soon, where do you want it?” he growled. “Inside me! Mmmmmph cum inside me Mmmmmmph I need your cum inside me!” I panted, desperate for release.

“Gonna cum! Fuck gonna fill your hot cunt with my cum! Ahhhhhrrrrgh FUCK! You beautiful bitch you!” Ben groaned as his dick throbbed inside me, releasing his cum deep inside me. “YESSSSS OHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCK YESSSSS! CUM BABY FUUUUUUUCK!” I cried as I too began to cum.

He collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed, and I held him tightly, his cock still throbbing inside me. I loved him more than anything in the world. I felt satisfied and complete, lost in the moment of perfect pleasure. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside, we were lost in our own world, a world of lust, desire, and unbridled passion. It was a perfect end to a perfect evening. Stay horny, y’all!

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