Blue Bliss: A Bride's Ecstasy (L)

The scent of jasmine and sandalwood clung to the air in our bedroom, a familiar comfort after another long day. My wife, Seraphina, was languidly draped across the satin sheets, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken waterfall. The low afternoon sun cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the curve of her hips and the delicate slope of her neck. She radiated an intoxicating blend of heat and vulnerability, a potent invitation I couldn’t resist. After a passionate embrace, our bodies intertwined in a dance of pleasure, we moved to the bed, the cool silk a welcome contrast to her warm skin.

Her eyes, the color of melted chocolate, held a playful glint as she whispered, “Let’s explore something new, darling.” Her words ignited a fire within me, a desire for unbridled sensation and a willingness to surrender completely to her whims. I leaned in, tracing the delicate line of her jaw with my fingertips, savoring the anticipation that hung between us. “Anything for you, my love,” I murmured, my voice thick with longing.

She shifted slightly, drawing me closer, her body molding perfectly against mine. “Stand beside me,” she commanded, her voice laced with a subtle challenge. I obeyed, my muscles tensing as I adjusted my position, eager to meet her desires. Her movements were deliberate, each gesture designed to tease and tantalize. As she rolled onto her side, arranging the pillows to cradle her head, I felt a surge of heat course through my veins. Her request, though seemingly simple, felt like a key unlocking a hidden door within her, revealing a world of pleasure I was desperate to explore.

She held my gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of invitation and expectation. "Alright! She wants my cum!" I thought, my mind racing with memories of her exquisite touch, her masterful control over my senses. The anticipation built, a delicious tension that threatened to consume me entirely.

As she slowly slid her right leg out and to the side, arching her left leg away, she presented herself completely, inviting me to penetrate her depths. The invitation was irresistible. I seized the opportunity, gently inserting my finger into her opening, feeling the warm, yielding flesh respond beneath my touch. It was a slow, deliberate act, designed to heighten her arousal and prepare her for the inevitable pleasure to come. Her body writhed slightly, a silent signal of her burgeoning excitement.

With a swift, decisive movement, she responded, her muscles tensing as she began to clench. A low moan escaped her lips, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. I intensified my efforts, exploring every inch of her pleasure zone, feeding her desires with a fervor that bordered on obsession. Her body arched further, her breathing becoming ragged and shallow. The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating and utterly captivating.

Suddenly, she let out a piercing shriek, a primal cry of pure ecstasy. Her legs bucked violently, muffling the sound as she writhed on the bed. It was a magnificent display of pleasure, a testament to her mastery over her own body. I watched, mesmerized, as she lost herself in the depths of her orgasm, her entire being consumed by the experience.

As her convulsions subsided, she let out a satisfied sigh, her eyes closed, her body limp and relaxed. It was time to continue, to delve deeper into the pleasure we had unleashed. I lowered myself onto her, pulling her close, and began to stroke her body, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.

Her voice, still slightly hoarse from her orgasm, broke the silence. "Stand up next to me," she commanded, her tone laced with an undeniable command. I obeyed, appreciating the intimacy of her presence. As she rolled onto her side and arranged the pillows for her head to be right at cock-level, I felt a surge of anticipation.

My thoughts went wild from the many memories of how good she is, like watching an artist as she lays down the first line of a new drawing, full of anticipation in the emotions from tantalizing things she was about to reveal from the cravings in her soul.

I maneuvered my body close so she could take my cock in her mouth while she rotated her hips toward me and slid her right leg out and to the side, arching her left leg away. This openness invited me to penetrate her sex with a finger—or fingers, as the mood might hit me—which also could include the puckish pleasure of stimulating her bud and maybe even penetrating it if her juices were flowing.

As she began playing me with her practiced excellence, and I roughly filled her sex with my devoted fuck-finger, she suddenly came! Panting out her orgasm onto my cock!The juices are flowing!

I quickly drew from the dew with my devoted finger and rubbed the slickness onto her bud, freeing it to feel the length of my index finger. Then I easily slid my thumb triple-X into her sex. She began to fallate me wantonly toward our mutual goal.

A nascent thought came and suddenly bloomed.

I stopped my left hand’s embedded fingers and reached down with my right hand, placing it on her bobbing head to quell the provocative motions of her mouth and lips. When she quieted herself, I began thrusting slowly with my hips… slowly, slowly fucking her mouth.

She held herself still.

Satisfied that she understood what I wanted, I let go of her head and grabbed onto the headboard to keep myself steady against the odd lean that I had to maintain to keep using my fingers as I fucked my fervent wife a fresh, new way.

My hips moving freely in and out, my fingers delving her depths in rhythm. I filled my privileged eyes with the salacious sights before me. Then, with my mind satisfied that I had fully photographed the memory, I closed my eyes to focus on the new sensations my cock was sending from its venereous nerves.

I used my hips as I would use my hands if I were presenting my cock to her lips, and those same primal-tuned nerves felt her relax. Savory, guttural sounds from her acquiescence to this connection fed the final of my five senses, impelling it to do its part in inciting my pleasure.

I began fucking her with resolve.

She kept herself still for me as I gave her my love, hard and fucking hard, but with compassion for the depth of penetration possible. Nothing remained now but for me to fulfill the desire we had aroused.

Eyes closed, feeling all, and fucking her from the feelings, I balanced myself to fall… balancing, balancing… balancing….    balancing….    I finally fell.

Throwing my head back and grabbing the headboard tighter against the final thrust, I screamed out an absonant hymn of thanksgiving to my God as the first pulse flew from me.

Instantly, her mouth came alive! I immediately pictured the impossible as I heard… and felt… her swallow the first pulse.Oh, my God! Her sex has a tongue!

Then, reflexively stilling my left hand, I opened my eyes to comprehend. Witnessing the sight before me, I realized she had allowed me to fill her mouth and that I had shot my cum straight down her throat! What I felt was her steadily gulping throat!

Closing my eyes to better see this lascivious vision now burned into my brain, I came again – screaming into whimpering. Her tongue crazily buzzed all over my cock, using the slick, un-swallowed cum to keep it wet, to keep it hard.

One. More. Time. I came.

But then, Oh! For the decadence of this connection! I watched through involuted eyes as my precious bride refused to relinquish her rights! She kept my patiently captured, now defenseless cock for herself, selfishly torturing it, relishing the sound of my agony as my pleading penis cried piteously through my mouth for mercy. Suckling it, licking it, and squeezing it, finally flaccid, against the top of her mouth with her tongue, she milked all the wholesome cum out of me, diluting it with her saliva and lubriciously swallowing it down. The exquisitely passing time it took to fulfill her lusts expanded and slowed till there was nothing left for us to do but breathe.

I think it was she who began giggling first.

Her laughter, light and airy, filled the room, a sweet counterpoint to the lingering sensations of pleasure. As we lay entangled in the sheets, exhausted but content, I knew that this was just the beginning of our exploration. There were still countless ways to lose ourselves in each other's arms, countless sensations to savor, countless desires to fulfill. The world outside could wait. For now, we were lost in the intoxicating bliss of our shared pleasure, a testament to the enduring power of love and lust.

Did you like this story? Blue Bliss: A Bride's Ecstasy (L) look, but like these, here Sex stories.