Citrus Kissed Skin

The bathroom light cast long shadows as I emerged, the plush cotton of the towel clinging to my skin, still warm from the long, languid soak. The lingering buzz from the generous shot of orange liqueur still pulsed through my veins, a delightful warmth spreading through my limbs. My husband, David, was waiting for me, his presence a comforting weight in the dimly lit bedroom. He crossed the room, his eyes tracing the curve of my body, and leaned in for a slow, deliberate kiss. The subtle citrus scent clinging to my lips was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine.

He led me to the bed, its silk sheets beckoning us to abandon ourselves to pleasure. I stretched out, completely naked, feeling the silken fabric glide across my skin, an invitation to abandon restraint. David knelt beside me, his gaze intense as he began to massage me with a fragrant, olive oil. The scent, mixed with the lingering aroma of orange, filled the air, further enhancing the sensual experience. My pussy tingled with anticipation, responding to his touch, as his hands explored the delicate folds of my labia, edging closer to the sensitive entrance. I reached out, instinctively seeking the reassurance of his solid form, tracing the outline of his thick, muscular cock that was beginning to harden, growing taut with desire. His hands moved lower, tracing the sensual mound beneath my pussy, brushing against my clitoris, sending waves of shivers through my entire body.

“Tonight,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, “we’re going to try something new.” A shiver of both excitement and apprehension ran through me. David had a knack for pushing boundaries, introducing new experiences that left us breathless and craving more. I wasn’t entirely sure where he was leading me, but I trusted him implicitly.

“Before we get started,” he announced, turning me gently onto my side, “let's indulge in our little collection. Ladies first.” He gestured towards the small, velvet-lined box where our collection of adult toys resided. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he watched me examine the options. There was the vibrating cock ring, the pulsating dildo, the vibrating anal plug, and the small, bullet-shaped vibrator that always seemed to deliver the most intense pleasure. Tonight, I chose the vibrating cock ring. The cool metal felt good in my hand as I slipped it over my finger, the small, rubber bullet at the end tingling with anticipation. David, meanwhile, had selected his new prostate massager, a sleek, silver device that looked a little intimidating. It wasn’t exactly my usual thing, but I was always eager to explore new sensations with him.

As we both turned on our toys, a soft, rhythmic hum filled the room, a soundtrack to our escalating desire. David placed his left hand on my leg, supporting my weight while his right hand moved the prostate massager down below his sack. Simultaneously, I positioned my hand on his leg, gently guiding the vibration closer to my sex garden. The intimacy was palpable, the shared experience deepening our connection. The vibrations against my labia and clitoris were exquisite, sending shivers through my core.

He began to caress the sensitive zone between his balls and his ass, his touch deliberate and slow. The vibration of the massager felt amazing, a pulsating heat that intensified my arousal. A soft moan escaped his lips, a primal sound of pure pleasure. I opened my eyes, mesmerized by the sight of his hardening cock, his muscles tensing with each thrust. The anticipation built, my pussy responding eagerly to his slow, deliberate movements. My own sexual intensity increased as I began to tease my clitoris with the vibrating bullet, drawing out a series of escalating moans.

“Damn,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire, “I missed you and your sexy body these last couple of days.” He shifted his position, pulling me closer, his hand tracing the line of my inner crease. "I missed you too," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

As we continued to relax and become more aroused, my free hand instinctively found its way to his thick shaft. The cool metal felt exhilarating against my skin, the solid weight a powerful reminder of the pleasure that awaited us. I felt it turn rock hard as he lifted his hips, sliding the vibrating cock ring deep inside my pussy. The vibrations intensified, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice laced with a playful challenge. I let out a gasp, a primal cry of pleasure. “Mmm, yes it does,” I replied, my voice trembling. “But not as good as it will feel when I fill up your cock.”

The “bad” girl in me reveled in his naughty words. “But before I pound you with my big dick,” I said, my voice dripping with invitation, “I need to know that your pussy is good and ready. Use that toy of yours to make yourself nice and wet.”

Filled with increasing desire, I rubbed my clitoris against the humming bullet, the vibrations escalating into a frenzy of sensation. Within two minutes, my breathing became shallow and ragged, my body consumed by waves of heat. Dizzy with desire, I demanded that he come “ride me.” Like a magnificent, unrestrained beast, he quickly positioned himself behind me, his weight pressing down on my hips.

I let out a powerful moan as his cock thrust deep inside, filling my body with its heat and power. He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, riding me hard, his movements both forceful and controlled. My mind was overwhelmed with pleasure as he pounded me from behind, his balls slapping against my pussy with every thrust. The sensation was electrifying, primal, and utterly consuming.

I moved the vibrating cock ring to my clitoris, intensifying the pleasure, as he continued to drive himself deep inside. The combined effect was overwhelming, my moans growing louder, escalating into a series of desperate cries for release. As I cried out in orgasmic bliss, he grunted hard, filling my pussy with his warm seed. He slid out of me, rolling onto his back beside me, our bodies intertwined in a spooning position. He kissed my lips, savoring the moment, before sliding a finger into my cum-filled pussy. Their breathing slowly returned to normal as they basked in the amazing afterglow, clinging to each other, lost in the depths of their shared pleasure. The lingering scent of orange liqueur and olive oil hung in the air, a testament to the unforgettable experience we had just shared.

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