Midnight Longing's Embrace

The rain hammered against the windows of the lake house, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. E had been traveling for work, a whirlwind of corporate meetings and stale hotel breakfasts, and our impromptu weekend getaway had been a desperate attempt to reconnect, a frantic grab at something real amidst the manufactured world of my profession. The separation, even just a few nights, had ignited a primal fire within me, a desperate craving for the touch, the scent, the sheer presence of her.

That Friday night, the air hung thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as we mingled with other couples around a roaring bonfire. Laughter and the clinking of glasses punctuated the conversations, but my focus remained solely on E. As the hours wore on, the warmth of the flames seemed to seep into my very core, drawing me closer to her. When she finally retreated to our guest bed around 10:30 PM, I followed close behind, my anticipation building with each step.

I found her in bed around 11 PM, the dim light of the night illuminating the curve of her shoulder, the soft rise and fall of her chest. The scent of her lavender lotion clung to the air, a subtle reminder of her presence, a tantalizing invitation to indulge in the desires that had been simmering beneath the surface. As I climbed into the bed beside her, I felt a surge of electricity, a palpable connection that transcended words.

Around 1 AM, I rose to use the rest room, leaving her sleeping peacefully beneath the covers. But as I crawled back into bed, a gentle stirring disrupted my solitude. E shifted, her body molding against mine, her weight a comforting reassurance against the relentless pounding of my own pulse. Her firm backside pressed lightly against my member, a tantalizing hint of the pleasure to come. The thin layer of her t-shirt, clinging to her well-formed curves, made her easily accessible, an invitation I couldn’t resist.

Being somewhat awake and utterly consumed by this potent combination of anticipation and arousal, I gently pulled her closer, sliding my hands beneath her t-shirt, my fingertips tracing the smooth expanse of her skin. Her nipples rose in response to my touch, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure she was about to experience. I offered her a slow, deliberate massage, my hands moving with a practiced grace, each caress designed to heighten her awareness, to awaken the dormant desires within her. The feel of her skin beneath my touch sent shivers down my spine, fueling the fire raging within me. My member swelled, straining against the confines of her t-shirt, a testament to the overwhelming lust that consumed me.

She sighed, her breath warm against my neck, and turned her head to offer me a passionate kiss. It was a tentative exploration at first, a gentle brushing of lips, before escalating into a full-blown, insistent demand. In no time, she was reaching down to remove her shorts, her movements deliberate, almost reverent. I obliged, sliding my own trousers down, peeling them off with a sudden, desperate urgency. The cool night air brushed against her skin as she remained partially clothed, a tantalizing display of her vulnerability.

Despite her evident fatigue, she seemed aware of my intentions, her hands gently exploring my eager, wanting cock. The sensation of her fingers caressing my member was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I reveled in her touch, allowing her to guide me, letting her know how deeply I desired her. My heart pounded in my chest, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my arousal, as I continued to kiss her, whispering words of longing and devotion into her ear.

She rolled onto her back, parting her legs, a clear signal for me to move in. Instinctively, I moved between her legs, hovering over her as I slowly used the head of my beloved love wand to probe her, allowing her wetness to emerge after the deep sleep she had been in. The first inch was easy, a gentle prelude to the eruption of pleasure to come. But as she anticipated my advance, she grabbed my hips, inviting me in with a pleading look in her eyes.

I obliged, sliding my way in, feeling the familiar warmth spread through my body. Initially, my thrusting was slow and shallow, a deliberate act of submission, but as her breathing quickened and her body writhed in response, my movements became more aggressive, more insistent. Her wetness continued to build, a testament to the escalating pleasure, and my hips began to speed up along with her breathing. My penetration deepened, driven by the primal urge to lose myself in her embrace.

My thrusting rhythm and depth both intensified, mirroring her own desperate need. Her breathing grew ragged, her moans intensifying as she pushed me further, deeper. She took me as deep as she could, her body convulsing with pleasure, her soft, panting whispers of “Yes, yes, yes” echoing through the room. It was clear that she was on the verge of climax, her body trembling with anticipation.

Finally, my load reached its point of no return, exploding deep inside of her walls, unleashing a torrent of sensation that left us both breathless. We held each other tight in that position, clinging to one another as the waves of pleasure washed over us. E thanked me for waking her in such a pleasurable way before we drifted back to sleep, her hand resting gently on my chest.

Even in our mid 50's, a wake up call for loving is sometimes needed. The rain continued to fall, a soothing backdrop to our shared experience, a reminder that even in the darkest of nights, there is always the possibility of finding warmth, connection, and unbridled pleasure. As I lay there beside her, wrapped in the comforting embrace of her body, I knew that this brief, intense encounter had reignited something within me, a primal desire that could never truly be extinguished. The scent of lavender and damp earth mingled in the air, a potent reminder of the night we had shared, a night that left me utterly breathless, completely consumed by the exquisite pleasure of her touch.

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