Crimson Chaos: Clitoral Captivation

The insistent beep of the alarm clock dragged me from a dream filled with velvet and the scent of warm skin. I groaned, pushing myself upright in bed, the familiar ache in my left shoulder already asserting itself. Melody lay beside me, still slumbering, her breathing a soft, rhythmic hum. It was early, but the insistent pull of anticipation was already too strong to ignore. We’d been on a full sex schedule lately, three days between each encounter, and today felt particularly charged. A restless energy thrummed beneath my skin, a potent cocktail of lust and anticipation.

Melody’s clitoris was still tender from our last session with the blueSensuelle+ bulletvibrator, a lingering soreness that heightened the desire for connection. It had been a long, passionate affair, the Sensuelle+ delivering a brutal, almost painful intensity that left her both exhausted and utterly satisfied. Normally, such a session would lead to a quick, easy climax, but something about the lingering tenderness made me suspect this time might be different.

“Morning,” I murmured, reaching for her hand. Her eyes fluttered open, a slow, sleepy smile gracing her lips. “Morning,” she replied, her voice still thick with sleep. “You’re hard, aren’t you?”

I chuckled, a low rumble in my chest. “Always,” I admitted, pulling her closer. “I was wondering if we should skip the PIV today. We're on a strict schedule, but the thought of it felt a bit forced given the circumstances.”

Melody considered this, her brow furrowed slightly. “Maybe,” she said, “Let’s try the Doc Johnson iVibe, the one with the loop. It’s easier for me to hold onto, and it’s less aggressive than the Sensuelle+.”

The iVibe, a sleek, silver device, fit perfectly in her hand. As I began to stimulate her, the gentle vibrations sent shivers down her spine. My own arousal intensified, the familiar heat spreading through my body. The rhythmic pulses against her clitoris were a tantalizing prelude to the pleasure to come. I moved slowly, deliberately, savoring each moment of anticipation. My left shoulder protested with a sharp twinge, forcing me to shift my position, leaning against the bed to alleviate the pain.

As I worked on her, the rhythmic throb of the iVibe intensified, drawing me deeper into the experience. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady mix of sweat and desire. I continued to caress her, exploring every inch of her body, my hands tracing the curves of her breasts, her belly, her hips. The heat built relentlessly, threatening to overwhelm me. I knew I needed to move on to the main event, but the anticipation was almost unbearable.

Then, as I prepared to penetrate her, a wave of dizziness washed over me. My oxygen tubing, carelessly placed near the bed, had snagged on my clothing, restricting my breathing. The familiar panic of a heart failure episode seized me, the relentless coughing intensifying. The pain in my shoulder worsened, sharp and agonizing. It was a cruel irony – the very ailments that made intimacy challenging were now hindering my ability to fulfill my desires.

I fumbled for the tubing, desperate to free myself, but it was too late. The coughing fit escalated, leaving me breathless and weak. Just as I thought I might pass out, I managed to untangle the tubing, gasping for air. The moment of vulnerability had broken the tension, sending a fresh wave of arousal through me.

Taking advantage of the respite, I shifted into the cuissade position, positioning myself so that the iVibe remained pressed firmly against her voluptuous vagina vortex. The pressure against her clitoris was intense, a concentrated burst of pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. The rhythmic vibrations intensified, building towards a crescendo. I pushed deeper, my muscles straining, determined to reach the ultimate height of ecstasy.

As I penetrated her, her body arched in response, a silent testament to her pleasure. Her breathing became ragged, her heart pounding in her chest. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, intoxicating in its intensity. I continued to stimulate her, my hand moving rhythmically, relentlessly. The world narrowed to the sensations between us, a swirling vortex of pleasure and desire.

My arousal peaked, and I climaxed, a powerful, guttural release that echoed through the room. The pleasure was overwhelming, leaving me breathless and weak. As I sat up, I noticed the rhythmic pulsing of the iVibe against her clitoris, a lingering reminder of the intense experience.

Melody sighed contentedly, her body still trembling with pleasure. She came hard, a powerful, synchronized response to my orgasm. The heat intensified, a mutual wave of ecstasy washing over us. The pain in my shoulder faded away, replaced by a warm, lingering pleasure.

As she continued to climax, I returned to her tits, titillating her with my mouth and hands. Her nipples were exquisitely sensitive, a high-powered inflator for my waning erection. The rhythmic sucking and tugging of her tits, combined with the pounding of my penis against her pulsating pussy, propelled her relentlessly higher and higher up the side of Mount Orgasm.

Each time I slipped out to re-inflate my erection, I found myself drawn back to her tender nipples, seeking solace in their familiar comfort. The constant interruptions, while inconvenient, only served to heighten the anticipation, making the moments of intense pleasure even more rewarding. The alternating rhythm of nipple play and pussy pounding pushed her relentlessly towards the summit of Mount O.

By the time I returned to her pussy, she was on the verge of another climax, her body trembling with anticipation. Her eyes held a look of pure delight, a silent invitation to continue the pleasure. As I penetrated her again, the experience felt even more profound, more intense than before. The heat built relentlessly, threatening to consume us both.

Her back arched, and she whispered in a loud whisper, "I'm coming!" The sound of her voice, filled with pleasure and desire, sent shivers down my spine. The climax arrived in a torrent of sensation, a release so powerful that it left us both gasping for air.

As I sat up, I noticed the traces of my semen on her cunt, a testament to our shared pleasure. The scent of arousal lingered in the air, a sweet reminder of the passionate encounter. The lingering pleasure left me weak, but satisfied.

Melody sighed contentedly, her body still trembling with pleasure. She continued to caress me, her touch lingering on every inch of my body. The warmth of her skin against mine was intoxicating, a comforting embrace that eased my aching muscles.

In retrospect, the health challenges we encountered during this morning's lovemaking session were not a hindrance, but rather a blessing in disguise. The pain, the coughing, the oxygen deprivation – they all contributed to the heightened anticipation, making the experience all the more intense and fulfilling. It was a reminder that even the most difficult obstacles can lead to unexpected joys.

As I thought about it this evening, I realized that I had inadvertently composed a rhyme when I told Melody, "Less maybe was moresince your clitoris was sore." She laughed, agreeing with my observation. We both felt a sense of gratitude for our shared experience, and for the enduring connection we shared. Despite the complications, we had both been sexually sated, and now we had to rush off to fulfill our duties as grandparents. But what a way to begin a busy day – with the lingering pleasure of a truly unforgettable encounter.

Did you like this story? Crimson Chaos: Clitoral Captivation look, but like these, here Sex stories.