Crimson Roses, Silent Desire

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless percussion against the quiet intimacy of our home. I arrived as usual, the scent of lavender and something subtly spicy clinging to the air, a testament to the meticulous care you always took. Soft jazz drifted from hidden speakers, a perfect soundtrack to the subdued lighting, casting long, dancing shadows across the plush velvet of our bed. A romantic spaghetti dinner, meticulously arranged on a small, round table in the kitchen, featured red, pink, purple, and white rose petals scattered artfully around a vase holding a cluster of yellow azaleas. Four small, flickering candles illuminated the scene, casting a warm glow on the delicate china and crystal glassware. The combination of scents and sights was intoxicating, a carefully constructed invitation to pleasure.

As I stepped into the bedroom, you were already there, sitting on the edge of the bed, a huge, genuine smile lighting up your face. It was a smile that always made my own heart quicken, a silent acknowledgment of the connection we shared. You held out your hand, a silent offer of a slow, intimate dance. Without hesitation, I took it, completely overwhelmed by the sudden surge of anticipation. The song playing on the record player, a soulful ballad we both adored, filled the room, urging us into a swirl of movement. You led the way, your hand gently guiding mine as we moved together, a perfect rhythm established between our bodies. As the music swelled, you leaned in, your lips brushing against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. The feeling was exquisite, a delicious blend of longing and desire.

When the song finally faded, we descended from the bed, drawn to the comforting familiarity of the kitchen. The aroma of garlic and tomato sauce filled the air, a testament to your culinary skills. "Why the fuss today?" I asked, twirling the last few strands of pasta around my fork. You chuckled, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Can't a guy just do nice things for his woman without being accused of an alternate motive?" The playful jab was met with a playful glare, a silent reminder of our shared history and unspoken expectations. We spent the next hour lost in conversation, discussing our day, our dreams, and everything in between. As I looked down at my plate, lost in thought, the memory of you walking out the door earlier that evening surfaced. The thought of what you might have been doing in that room, alone, ignited a spark of curiosity within me.

You gently brushed my cheek with your soft hand, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I snapped out of my reverie, blushing slightly at your touch. Your gaze, filled with a tender affection, held me captive. You moved slowly, deliberately, circling the small table until you were close enough to lean in and kiss me. The kiss was passionate, a violent expression of our mutual desires. I moaned, nibbling lightly on your lower lip, grinding my teeth in anticipation. As you continued to advance, your hand began to explore my leg, pulling back the hem of my black skirt to reveal a glimpse of my pale skin. I shifted my feet, sliding my toes onto the backs of your lower legs, a silent invitation to deepen the connection.

The touch ignited a slow burn within me, a rising tide of lust that threatened to overwhelm my senses. I found myself becoming more assertive, my movements growing bolder, more demanding. I grabbed your hair, pulling your head back slightly and massaging your neck with insistent strokes. The sensation was both intense and exhilarating, pushing me closer to the edge of pleasure. Your hand followed suit, moving up my skirt, reaching the point where my thong met my skin. With a mischievous grin, I began pulling at your shirt, determined to escalate the intensity. You took the bait, gently lifting me from the chair and carrying me towards our bedroom, still kissing me passionately. The scent of your skin mingled with my own, creating an intoxicating perfume that filled the air.

As we lay on the bed, the soft glow of the candles illuminated the room, highlighting the delicate details of the floral arrangement. The bed itself was freshly made, a pristine white expanse awaiting our pleasure. Looking around, I noticed the candles, lavender-scented and casting a calming light. It occurred to me that without them, the room would be plunged into darkness, robbing us of the visual element that enhanced the experience. The bed was clearly just made, but we were about to disrupt its serenity. I lifted your shirt to your chest, kissing your stomach with a tender reverence. Slowly, deliberately, you moved your hand up my body, tracing the curve of my spine with gentle strokes. As you continued, my back arched in anticipation, allowing you to fully express your desire. My bra, a black piece adorned with a delicate purple layer and strategically placed cutouts, offered a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage. I wore little green flats with a box pattern, and as I removed them, my feet sunk into the soft plush of the bed.

The act of removing my shoes felt like a symbolic stripping away of inhibitions, a release from the constraints of the day. I began to succumb to the growing heat, my body responding eagerly to your touch. As you continued to explore, my senses intensified, the air thick with anticipation. It was clear that you were enjoying the moment as much as I was, and the thought fueled my desire even further. You took my skirt off, leaving me in just my thong and tank top, revealing my body in all its vulnerable beauty. I remained still, allowing you to continue your exploration, savoring every touch, every caress. As you moved closer, your fingers teasingly lingering just above my skin, I found myself lost in the pleasure of your touch.

You flipped us over, a swift and decisive movement that sent a shiver through my body. Without hesitation, you began holding my breasts, playing with them through the open spaces in my bra while kissing every inch of exposed skin. My legs wrapped around you, seeking a sense of security and intimacy. As we moved together, my hands stroking your sides, close to your hard, muscular physique, I felt the heat building within me. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. You took my shirt off completely, revealing my back, and I arched my body in response, eager to please you.

Looking around the room for the first time, I realized the true extent of your efforts. The candles, their lavender scent filling the air, were essential to the atmosphere you had created. The bed was clearly just made, but we were quickly ruining it with our passionate embrace. I lifted your shirt to your chest, kissing your stomach with a tender reverence. Slowly, deliberately, you moved your hand up my body, tracing the curve of my spine with gentle strokes. It felt amazing. The anticipation built with every touch, every glance, every shared breath. As you continued, my back arched in anticipation, allowing you to fully express your desire. My hands stroked your sides, close to your hard, muscular physique, feeling the heat building within me. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. You took my skirt off, leaving us both in our underwear, a testament to the raw vulnerability of our connection.

You began holding my breasts, teasingly playing with them through the open spaces in my bra while kissing every inch of skin revealed above your hands. I wrapped my legs around you, seeking a sense of security and intimacy as we engaged in dry sex through my little purple thong with a bow. The feeling of silk against my skin was both sensual and stimulating. You took my bra off completely, starting to kiss and suck and lick my breasts, my body writhing in anticipation. I moved around beneath you in all directions, going completely wild, lost in the pleasure of the moment. You continued to explore, finding new ways to ignite my senses, pushing me further and further into ecstasy.

As you flipped us over again, you began dry riding me, holding me in your arms and sitting on my lap. You placed your face in my breasts, kissing them with fervor while simultaneously finger-playing, pulling on my nipples with a playful dominance. As you moved your fingers, I felt a surge of pleasure, a delicious sensation that left me breathless. You continued to stroke my sides, just as close to your dick as possible, heightening the anticipation. After making me crazy with that, you moved up, taking my shirt off entirely. With my skirt still on, I could only place my legs to the side, continuing to kiss your stomach as I slowly started to remove your pants, letting my fingers linger, lightly touching teasingly. The anticipation grew with each passing moment, the heat building within me until it became almost unbearable.

You flipped us again, and with no wasted time, you took my skirt off completely, leaving us both in our underwear. You began holding my breasts, teasingly playing with them through the open spaces in my bra while kissing every inch of skin revealed above your hands. I wrapped my legs around you as we engaged in dry sex through my little purple thong with a bow. You took my bra off completely, starting to kiss and suck and lick my breasts, my body writhing in anticipation. The feeling was intense and exhilarating, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

With my legs still wrapped around you, you continued to explore, holding me close and continuing the dry riding. You moved me to sit up, placing your face in my breasts, kissing them with fervor while simultaneously finger-playing, pulling on my nipples with a playful dominance. As you moved your fingers, I felt a surge of pleasure, a delicious sensation that left me breathless. You bent your legs to kick your’s into bending, folding me into your body, restricting my movements to short, quick movements almost to the point of vibrating. You wrapped your arms around me, holding me tight as you took control of our movements. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. I orgasmed, feeling the release wash over me as you continued to hold me close. With your hands where they are, however, you’re at an advantage on manipulating my movements to satisfy yourself as well.

My orgasm spasms onto your hand, which is now covered in me. With the thought of giving you one too, I beg you to keep going. I have another first, and with you continuing, my orgasm lasts for about two minutes. Feeling wet, I faint into your arms before you could have one, too tired to continue. You lay me on the bed looking at me lovingly. As I wake, I notice you still have one finger in me. You pull away teasingly, and I try to flip us over to no success. I struggle more until you finally let me. Looking around the room for the first time, I noticed the candles and flowers. The candles were lavender scented and had they been gone, the room would have been entirely dark. The bed was obviously just made but we were ruining it. I lift your shirt to your chest kissing your stomach. I slowly move up, your arms around me. My hands stroking your sides and very close to your dick. After making u crazy with that, I move up and take your shirt off entirely. With my skirt still on, I cannot place my legs on either side of you so I just have them to the side. I continue to kiss your stomach as I slowly start to remove your pants, letting my fingers linger, lightly touching teasingly.

You flip us and, wasting no time, took my skirt off leaving us both in underwear. You start holding my boobs and playing with them through my bra while kissing every inch of skin revealed above your hands. I wrap my legs around you as we have dry sex through my little purple thong with a bow. You take my bra off and start kissing and sucking and licking my boobs. I’m moving around beneath you in all directions, going crazy. I flip us and start dry riding you. I pull you to sit up and, with your face im my boobs, you start kissing them. I bend my legs to kick your’s into bending. Folding me into your body, restricting my movements to short quick movements almost to the point of vibrating, you wrap your arms around me. I almost instantly orgasmed on you, but due to the position it was easy to recover fast and continue. I get you to cum and then you unfolded me. I took the chance to remove your underwear and lick you cleaner.

My licks were very light and warm. I then lick the length of your dick going up from below and then down from above moving at a constant speed, my body elevated, up your stomach, chest, neck, then I stopped teasingly, hovering, evilly smiling at you. I kiss you going down slower. I get just above your dick and I kiss your head. I rub the top of your shaft with short small strokes while grabbing and moving your outer skin with the other hand kissing your thighs and occasionally licking from there to the tip of your head then alternating thighs. I lick your length again and just started rubbing my hand against it and squeezing it till I make you so close to Cumming I stop. You flip us and started to have dry sex again, my thong still on.

You cum and was so far in ecstasy I thought you couldn’t see me. I cuddled up to you, slightly sad. We started talking and I looked around the room again. The flowers and candles reminded me you wanted to make this my night so I tried to snap out of my sadness by kissing you. It worked. I thought myself silly to think you forgot me. After a few minutes I started to tease you again. You kissed my boobs and I took my soaked thong off.

I pulled you to sit and I got in your lap. I was sitting on your lap grinding on you. You finger me, grabbing at a boob, using both hands to pull me onto u, manovering my body on you to get both of us to orgasm. You are kissing and biting my neck too and hearing me scream and moan. My hands on your neck grabbing your hair pulling your face to my neck. My body almost fully obsorbed by your’s. I have a violent orgasm that sends me jerking in all directions. With your hands where they are, however, you’re at an advantage on manipulating my movements to satisfy yourself as well.

My orgasm spasms onto your hand which is now covered in me. With the thought of giving you one too I beg you to keep going. I have another first and with you continuing my orgasm lasts for about two minutes. Feeling wet, I faint into your arms before you could have one, too tired to continue. You lay me on the bed looking at me lovingly. I start feeling guilty for having more than you but I have little more energy than to just look at you with sleepy eyes and to try to breathe evenly. You still have one finger in me and you start kissing my neck making my feel further in ecstasy. I start to realize I have more than enough energy and move my hips with your finger in me. I beg you to make love to me. After all, we are married. You smile.

You climb on top and slowly work your way into me. A quarter of the way in my face turns up and you stop, knowing I’m in pain. The pain lessens and I can open my eyes to your’s, looking concerned. I lightly push you and you exit me looking sad. I flip us and get on top working my way down slower reaching the same place and I bounce around there a little till it stops being so painful. The tightness on your dick and the teasing of me not going all the way makes you bigger and makes you groan with knowing you have to try and restrain. I move down in circular movements but three fourths the way down I had to stop due to the pain. I move up, slowly removing you and work my way back to there and couldn’t go any more. I let you out again and flipped us.

With me on top I get playful. I pin you down and start to dance a little but not successfully. My movements rough and jerky from it being my first time. You look at me worried, you could even feel my tears. You lift me up and pull me close and kiss me. I giggle and you continue to kiss me. After a while I start to tease you again. You kiss my boobs and I take my soaked thong off. I pull you to sit and I got in your lap. I was sitting on your lap grinding on you. You finger me, grabbing at a boob, using both hands to pull me onto u, manovering my body on you to get both of us to orgasm. You are kissing and biting my neck too and hearing me scream and moan. My hands on your neck grabbing your hair pulling your face to my neck. My body almost fully obsorbed by your’s. I have a violent orgasm that sends me jerking in all directions. With your hands where they are, however, you’re at an advantage on manipulating my movements to satisfy yourself as well.

My orgasm spasms onto your hand which is now covered in me. With the thought of giving you one too I beg you to keep going. I have another first and with you continuing my orgasm lasts for about two minutes. Feeling wet, I faint into your arms before you could have one, too tired to continue. You lay me on the bed looking at me lovingly. I start feeling guilty for having more than you but I have little more energy than to just look at you with sleepy eyes and to try to breathe evenly. You still have one finger in me and you start kissing my neck making my feel further in ecstasy. I start to realize I have more than enough energy and move my hips with your finger in me. I beg you to make love to me. After all, we are married. You smile.

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