Afterglow of Fury: A Desperate Plea

The chill of October clung to the air as I lay sprawled across my husband’s side of the bed, still buzzing from the explosive pleasure of our recent encounter. The memory of his desperate grip on my flesh, the way his body moved in response to my pleas, the sheer abandon of our passion – it all replayed behind my eyelids like a vivid, intoxicating dream. I inhaled deeply, savoring the lingering scent of his arousal, a primal fragrance that sent shivers down my spine. “Thanks for tonight,” I whispered, pulling the heavy duvet higher, seeking refuge from the cool air and the insistent awareness of his presence beside me.

He rolled over, a slow, deliberate movement, and nestled against me, his arm instinctively wrapping around my waist. “Satisfied, my love?” he murmured, his voice thick with contentment. Before I could respond, his hand drifted down, resting lightly on my breast, and a guttural moan escaped my lips – a primal, involuntary response to the contact. It wasn't just the touch, but the sheer intensity of his desire, the palpable heat radiating from his body, that ignited the fire within me.

Instinctively, I reached up and clasped his hand, urging him to explore the sensitive flesh he held against me. A wave of heat washed over me as he obliged, his other hand sliding under my chin to grasp both of my breasts. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious torment that threatened to overwhelm my senses. I moaned, a raw, desperate sound, a plea for more, but also a recognition of the greedy satisfaction building within me. The thought of disturbing his sleep, after such a consuming experience, felt almost unbearable, yet the need was too powerful to ignore.

With a surge of adrenaline, I threw back the covers and slid off his chest, my legs swinging free. My husband’s strong hands immediately gripped my ass cheeks, pulling me closer as I peeled off his briefs for the second time that night. A playful sigh escaped his lips as I bobbed my head down, seeking a taste of the forbidden. It felt like a desperate race against time, a frantic attempt to satiate a hunger that threatened to consume me entirely.

As I swirled my tongue around his head, teasing and tantalizing, he continued his relentless assault, his hand reaching under my head to grasp both of my tits. I moaned with pleasure, each sensation intensifying my desire, but also fueling the anxiety of knowing I wasn't getting enough. I desperately needed more access to his generous gifts, a deeper connection, but I was trapped by my own inhibitions, clinging to the edges of pleasure rather than diving headfirst into its depths. I shifted my hips, pulling myself closer, and dropped my mouth to properly engulf his large, throbbing member. My pelvis arched above his head, while my ass remained elevated, allowing me to fully experience the pleasure of his magnificent form. As I sucked and swirled, pulling his thick rod deep into my throat, I hummed a low, guttural tune, a rhythmic affirmation of the intense sensations coursing through me.

Feeling the need in my breast, and the pressure of my ass pushing desperately against his pelvis, he happily obliged by snaking his other arm under my head to grasp both tits. I moaned with pleasure, though feeling greedy for stealing his sleep after already receiving such vigorous lovemaking within the hour. My inhibitions quickly melt away as I feel his lips on my neck, his breath in my ear, and the pressure returned below.

In the darkened room, I threw off the blanket and swung my leg over his chest. His strong hands clutched at my ass cheeks as I peeled off his briefs for the second time that night and bobbed my head down for a taste. I heard an unrestrained sigh as I swirled my tongue around his head. Then I nibbled my lips along his length before lapping at his manhood. His approval was conveyed in moans, but I know I don’t have the access I need to truly spoil my hunky hubby. I slide my knees to beside his head and drop my mouth to properly engulf his large, throbbing member. With my pelvis above his head and my ass in the air, I suck his cock deep into my throat and hum to affirm the tracings he trails around my areolas.

I tilted and laid on my side to give my hands unbridled access to his shaft and thighs. Grasping and massaging, all while sucking and swirling his thick rod, I hardly notice that he’s navigated my lace panties down to one ankle. With strong hands on my hips, he pulls my pelvis to his warm and waiting mouth. I’m above him again and feel his throbbing cock in my mouth pulse in time with his lapping tongue.

As my mouth and tongue continue to bob, taste, and engulf his nether regions, my leg climbs the wall to give his whiskered face unlimited access to my garden. I pull my sloppy mouth from his dick.

“Please…” I begged as I humped his face.  “Please… ”I moaned as his tongue lapped deeper and deeper between my lips. “Please…” I growled as I rolled off him onto my back, giving him greater access to his oral gifts. “Fuck—” I grunt as his fingers join his mouth in spoiling me.

I rolled his hips and pulled him above me, desperate to continue the mutual oral experience. With his knees at my head but his head at my opening, I begged, “Please, please, please fuck my mouth!” and I am rewarded with his cock pressed to my lips.  I suck and swirl as he thrusts, and I feel myself elevate as he continues his half of the 69.

My head drops off the side of the bed as I gasp for air, not sure whether the need is from the cock in my throat or the tongue in my pussy. I growl low and horny as his fingers take over, one hand massaging my lips and vagina, the other tracing to my breast. Before I can react, the shadow above me is no longer a penis but rather his handsome lusty face as he aligns himself at my entrance.

“Please,” I asked, with hands rising to caress his face. “Please,” I begged, as that face descends to my breast. “Please,” I cried, as my hands desperately grasp at his hips to pull him closer. “Plea—fuck! Yes! Yes! Oh yes!” as he obliges and sinks that well-lubed dick into me. As he gyrates and pulses into me, blasting the load he withheld from my mouth, my head lolls back off the edge of the bed, and I disappear into waves of ecstasy. I’m overcome by his strength, his generosity, his perseverance, and his passion.

I am my beloved’s, and he is mine.

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