Aloha's Sweet Surrender

The air in the bedroom hung thick with anticipation, a humid haze clinging to the plush velvet bedding. My eyelids felt heavy, dragging down from the corners, a signal that the heat building within me was reaching a fever pitch. Everyones in bed, and the tantalizing promise of Tatas waiting for me was both a comfort and a torment. I brushed my hair, the silken strands catching the light, and applied a generous swipe of crimson lipstick, followed by a spritz of my signature perfume – a heady blend of jasmine and vanilla. A short skirt and one of your shirts, I whispered to myself, a playful invitation to the pleasure that awaited.

“I see you’re wearing my aloha shirt. What’s going on Miss Aloha?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my core. His eyes, dark and intense, held a challenge, a silent question that demanded a response.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I teased, my voice barely a breath, laced with a hint of mischief. “I just threw on this soft, short-sleeved shirt.”

He pushed me gently onto my back, a possessive hand sliding beneath my shirt, taking charge as he slowly, deliberately unbuttoned it. The cool air kissed my skin as the fabric fell open, revealing the curve of my breasts. It was a delicious sensation, this feeling of being vulnerable, surrendering to his control. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my skin, a feather-light touch that sent shivers rippling through my body. Then, he moved to my sassy red lacy bra, a decadent addition to the already intoxicating atmosphere.

“What’s in here?” he wondered aloud, his voice a husky whisper against my ear. The anticipation built, a crescendo of desire threatening to overwhelm me.

“A surprise,” I replied simply, a knowing smile playing on my lips. On my right boob, nestled against my skin, was one of those candy tassel things a friend had given him as a gag gift. It felt like a tiny, insistent promise, a prelude to the pleasure to come.

He didn’t hesitate. Leaning in, he kissed and exquisitely sucked my left nipple, his touch sending electric currents through my veins. Then, he gently removed the tassel, preparing for the same treatment on my right, rubbing my left nipple between his thumb and finger. Oh, shivers down my spine, right to my toes! The sensation was exquisite, a slow burn that ignited a wildfire within me. He firmly squeezed one breast in each hand, a deliberate act of dominance, as he kissed me lower and lower, then flipped the short skirt up, kissing me through my panty. It was quickly soaked, saturated with anticipation, and soon he had removed my panty, licking, kissing, and sucking my wetness between my legs. Heavenly! And so exciting! And he just kept going, and going, and going, a relentless pursuit of pleasure that left me breathless and desperate for more. It was already mind-numbingly amazing.

Then he added his finger (and then more fingers) to the mix of kissing and sucking, with one hand still spread across my left breast. Every now and then he squeezed it for extra excitement, and oh boy, was I excited! I had one orgasm right there, no stopping it. It was so amazing; I was not holding anything back except my volume, although even my holding it in, did not keep it very low.

Tears were now streaming down my face, a testament to the intensity of the experience. My long hair was splayed in all directions, a tangled mess of lust and abandon, and I was helplessly, deliriously, writhing in spasms of ecstasy. I told him more than once I longed to but would never be able to give him pleasure the way – or as long – as he was for me right then. And OH My!

He responded by going even faster, deeper, and kissing and squeezing even harder! It was super-awesome, amazingly long, an eternity of sensation that pushed me to the very edge of oblivion. Unbelievably hot and wild, it consumed me entirely. The bed was so wet from him pouring me out over and over and still I flowed. After what seemed like sex heaven for 1/2 an eternity, I managed to moisten my mouth enough to say, “I really want to kiss you all over madly and deeply, but then you’d have to come up here and be above me because everything’s tingly and on fire but I’m so weak! I’m limp and paralyzed.”

He smiled with such mischief in his eyes and hovered his handsome face and sexy chest over me while I kissed him. My hands grabbed his hair and I massaged his head for a bit while kissing nonstop. I gathered what strength I had left and squeezed and massaged his butt, still kissing and nibbling his earlobe and I gradually kissed toward his ready shaft and began licking, kissing, and sucking with all the love and energy I had. He watched me for a moment, sighed deeply and contentedly, and I smiled when our eyes met then sucked him in as deep as I could, but he started playing his fingers between my legs again, foiling my plan to really taste him and give so deliciously back to him. I mumbled a weak protest, “but, but I won’t… won’t be able to focus, focus on y…”

It’s all a blur, still, but somehow he swiftly set me on my knees and forearms and came at me from behind. I was so wet he slid almost too easily in & out. I tried grabbing his butt and grinding my butt into him, but he pulled away just in time. He then withdrew till just his tip was there, teasing me, filling me with even more desire. I would sit back onto him then he’d withdraw partway, then ram me once and withdraw again, further back this time so I had to lift my butt so I could feel him deep inside because I wanted him to fill me up. then he’d ram and withdraw again–I was going MAD with desire, I was so hot and ready.

My husband knows just how to drive me over the edge when I think I’ve already reached the top. He playfully pinched or squeezed my breasts at just the right times, and I tried my hardest to squeeze his piston while he was inside me, but we were so slippery! Back on my back now and I watched his muscles in his glistening arms lift my limp legs and turn them like I was on my side. He used one of his legs to separate mine and came deeper than it almost felt possible before he finally (oh man, FINALLY) said he had to come. And come he did! I love to watch his face as he’s coming; it always fills me with this indescribably good feeling of marriage sex – until I come… Again!

We both just collapsed in a tangle and had to lay there for the longest time afterwards. Almost fell asleep on the spot! It was absolutely amazing and perfect.

I told him, “I don’t think you’ll ever be able to top this time!” He just smiled as he drifted off to dreamland.

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