Dark Whispers, Wet Delight

The velvet darkness of the bedroom clung to me, a comforting weight as I drifted between sleep and wakefulness. A warmth began to creep across my lower body, a subtle shift that pulled me fully into consciousness. The covers slid away from my legs, revealing the opulent, silk sheets beneath. Before I could even register the movement, I felt a gentle, insistent pressure against my pelvis, followed by the soft brush of lips against my skin. His breath, hot and fragrant, washed over me as his hands, calloused and strong, began to slowly, deliberately pull my legs apart. The sensation was both invasive and exquisitely pleasurable, a thrilling prelude to what was to come.

A low murmur, thick with desire, filled the room. "I want to eat your pussy, make you cum and squirm. So relax and enjoy," he whispered, his voice a silken caress against my ear. A shiver ran down my spine, a primal response to his words and the escalating intimacy. I sighed, a long, languid expulsion of breath, and deliberately surrendered to the moment. The pressure intensified, and I felt the first tentative touch of his tongue against my lips, so exquisitely wet and inviting. It slid into my pussy, a slow, deliberate exploration, while his finger delicately stroked my clitoris, sending waves of anticipation through my body. Instinctively, I reached down, my fingers seeking the familiar comfort of his head, but his hands gently guided them away, forcing me to remain still and receptive.

“Relax and enjoy,” he repeated, his voice a hypnotic mantra, as his tongue continued its relentless pursuit, delving deeper and deeper into the folds of my flesh. My pussy yearned for more, screaming for release, and I responded by widening my opening, pushing myself further to accommodate his relentless advances. Again, I reached for his head, desperate to pull him closer, but his hands expertly steered me away, maintaining control and pleasure in equal measure.

“Do I need to tie your hands to keep them away?” he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. A playful shudder ran through me. "Yes, please tie me up," I whispered, my voice laced with anticipation and a touch of surrender.

His mouth broke away from my flesh, and in the darkness, I heard him drawing closer, the scent of arousal filling the air. Then, there it was – his hard, crimson cock, dripping with a slick, potent fluid, approaching my lips and mouth. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth wide, welcoming him in. The initial thrust was powerful, a surge of pleasure that spread through my entire being.

“Suck on me while I tie your hands,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble against my skin. With practiced efficiency, he reached for my wrists, expertly binding them to the headboard. The restraints felt surprisingly good, a delicious restriction that heightened my senses and intensified my desire. As I struggled against the ropes, a giddy thrill coursed through me. "You can finish later," he said, his voice a soft, tantalizing promise. A moan escaped my lips, a guttural expression of pure, unadulterated pleasure. After kissing every inch of my body, down my legs and back up again, he moved on to my ankles, tying them securely to the bed frame.

“Oh, baby! This makes me HOT!!” I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement.

“And wetter, it feels like!” he replied, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Oh, yeah!!" I agreed as he resumed his assault, licking, biting, and sucking my pussy with unrestrained passion. I thrashed against my restraints, desperate to move, to feel his touch, but my body remained helpless, trapped in this exquisite torture. "Oh baby, I love it!" I whispered, my voice thick with pleasure. "Eat me and make me cum!"

“My pleasure!!” he responded, his voice brimming with anticipation, as I squirmed and moaned, lost in the sheer intensity of the moment.

Then, he added one plunging finger to the frenzy, his touch igniting a fresh wave of pleasure. "OH, my.. I am gonna..." he began, but I cut him off. "Don't cum just yet. Let me finish," I whimpered, holding back my release with all my might.

“Cum, baby, cum!” he urged, his voice filled with desire.

I couldn't resist any longer. The tension built within me, a desperate need to release the pressure, to surrender to the pleasure. With a final, desperate groan, I let loose, pouring out a torrent of cum onto his body. As I squirted, his tongue continued its relentless exploration, finding its way back inside, deeper this time. I heard him moan, a low, guttural sound of pure ecstasy.

“Turn on the light,” I demanded, my voice hoarse with pleasure. "I want to see!"

He clicked on the lamp, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow. I watched as my body jerked and convulsed, responding to the waves of pleasure that coursed through me. I returned his gaze, noticing the hard erection that now filled his hand, a testament to the incredible sensations we were both experiencing. As he climaxed, a magnificent shower of semen rained down upon me, coating my body in a warm, intoxicating liquid.

He untied me, allowing me to finish by sucking every last drop from his cock. The pleasure was overwhelming, a euphoric rush that left me breathless and weak. As I swallowed the final remnants, he kissed me gently, his lips brushing against my skin. No words were needed to express the profound connection we shared, the undeniable love and pleasure that had just been unleashed. In that moment, suspended in the aftermath of our shared passion, we were lost in a world of pure, unadulterated intimacy, a testament to the beautiful, messy, and utterly fulfilling power of marriage and the exquisite joy of sex.

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