Fractured Bliss: Pain & Pleasure

The rain hammered against the windows of our small apartment, a relentless rhythm mirroring the insistent throb in my jaw. Just a few days ago, I’d been sitting in the dentist’s chair, enduring the brutal extraction of a molar and the subsequent bone graft, all thanks to a rogue piece of popcorn. Now, my mouth felt raw and sensitive, making even the simplest actions a painful reminder of my recent ordeal. The dentist had been clear: any physical exertion would elevate my blood pressure, effectively putting a stop to our usual intimate moments for the next three days. My wife, Melody, understood the situation, and she’d offered a compromise – a morning lovemaking session before the pain became unbearable.

It was Saturday, my birthday, and the pain was thankfully manageable. The soft glow of our halite lamps cast an ethereal light across the bedroom, highlighting the delicate curve of Melody’s skin as she showered first. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air, a comforting aroma that always helped to calm my nerves. As she stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a plush white robe, she immediately took charge, insisting on a birthday blow job as the perfect way to kick off the day. It was a negotiated arrangement – a special occasion treat from her, and in return, I’d take care of her more frequently with cunnilingus. Frankly, oral sex wasn't her favorite activity, but her love for me outweighed her preferences, and she always delivered when it mattered most.

She began with her lips tracing the sensitive skin of my nipple, a gentle prelude before escalating to full-blown ministrations. Her hands moved with practiced ease, licking and rubbing her lips across my fully erect cock. The feeling was exquisite, a delicious blend of pleasure and pain as her touch ignited a burning desire within me. She pumped my cock rhythmically, her other hand expertly guiding the movement, while simultaneously deep-throating me with a passionate intensity that left me breathless. The sensation was overwhelming, a primal surge of lust that threatened to consume me entirely.

After a considerable amount of time, she pulled back slightly, her gaze intense and demanding. She rubbed her lips on the top of my glans, a playful tease before alternating between the various techniques she’d employed, each more stimulating than the last. The pace was relentless, a chaotic yet captivating dance of pleasure and pain. It continued for what felt like an eternity, pushing me to the very brink of ecstasy. Finally, she stopped, panting slightly, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“I can’t do anymore right now, my jaw is starting to hurt,” she gasped, leaning back against the headboard.

Melody’s mouth was undeniably cute, a perfect blend of softness and sensuality. And yes, I was undeniably larger down south, requiring her to flex her jaw to fully engulf my cock. “If you can, you should!” she urged, her voice laced with anticipation. The need for immediate gratification, coupled with the lingering pain in my jaw, propelled me into action.

I kneeled beside her, taking the initiative with “tip on nip.” I applied a generous amount of coconut oil and a stimulating flavored lube – Tahitian Vanilla, her favorite – to both my cock and her nipples. As I began to pump, rubbing the underside of my tip against her sensitive flesh, Melody switched to her looped-handle vibrator, a welcome addition to the experience. We both were clearly enjoying the escalating sensations, lost in a world of pleasure and abandon. The combination of manual stimulation and mechanical vibration was an intoxicating combination.

Just as the moment reached its peak, I leaned forward, slurping up a mixture of the coconut oil, Aloe Cadabra Tahitian Vanilla lube, and my pre-cum. I kissed her deeply, sharing the intoxicating taste, before resuming my efforts. Melody responded with an enthusiastic hand massage, her fingers tracing circles on my cock as she continued to caress my nipples with the vibrating device. The feeling was truly extraordinary, a symphony of sensations that left me weak with pleasure.

“I want Tommy in my pussy!” Melody pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper.

“You want my cock to fuck your pussy?” I questioned, feigning surprise, though I knew exactly what she wanted.

“YES!” she insisted, her eyes blazing with desire. “I want your big cock to fuck my pussy!”

Without hesitation, I complied. I shifted into our go-to X position, lying on my side with her propped up on her back. Before initiating penetration, I moved to her left side, using my hands to gently caress and stimulate her sensitive nipples. Then, aligning my cock with her wet and well-lubed pussy, we settled into a position of perfect intimacy. She inserted her love stick into her vaginal walls, and I began pumping slowly, while she continued massaging herself with the vibrator.

As we progressed, the pace quickened, fueled by the escalating tension. She caressed my cock with her wet fingers, her movements both playful and demanding, while I fingered her hard nipples, responding to her every whim. The sensations were overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume us both. The rhythmic pumping, the vibrations through her vaginal walls, and the intense friction between our bodies created an experience unlike any other. The pleasure intensified, culminating in a spectacular orgasm that left me gasping for breath.

Just as I was reaching the peak of my climax, a sharp rap on the apartment door shattered the intimate atmosphere. It was our oldest granddaughter, clutching a homemade birthday present, a brightly colored drawing of a smiling unicorn. We live in an apartment attached to our daughter’s house, so such coitus interruptus moments are not uncommon.

But there was no stopping us this time. I completed my orgasm, releasing a torrent of cum inside her pulsating pussy. The force of the expulsion sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fresh wave of pleasure. She moaned with delight, her body writhing in response.

I got up, slipped into a plush robe, and shut the bedroom door behind me, securing our private haven once again. I answered the door, welcoming our granddaughter and admiring her heartfelt gift. The drawing was indeed impressive, a testament to her youthful creativity. She beamed with pride as she thanked me for my appreciation, and then hurried back upstairs for her breakfast.

Returning to the bedroom, I found Melody still enjoying the lingering effects of our previous encounter. She suggested we “continue this tomorrow!”

“I’m not gonna say no to sex two days in a row!” I declared, embracing her tightly. We kissed passionately, reaffirming our love and commitment. We usually make love every third day, but the intensity of our recent experience had accelerated our schedule. And after feeling so close to cumming today, I knew that my Melody would be wired for it tomorrow, ready to continue the pleasure.

“Thank you for EVERYTHING!” I said sincerely, holding her close.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, her voice soft with gratitude.

“You are so cute when you do that!” I exclaimed, referring to the embarrassed smile she wore when admitting her prowess at oral sex.

“When I do what?” she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

“When you look embarrassed by how amazingly good you are at oral,” I said, my voice filled with admiration.

She rolled her eyes, but she knew that I spoke the truth. Then, we kissed again, deepening our connection and reaffirming our shared passion. The rain continued to fall outside, a constant reminder of the pain I'd endured earlier in the day, but it couldn't dampen the joy and pleasure we found in each other's embrace. It had been a truly unforgettable birthday, filled with lust, desire, and an abundance of exquisite pleasure. And I couldn't wait to continue this remarkable journey with the woman I loved.

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