Desire's Long Wait

The air hung thick and heavy with the scent of lavender and something undeniably primal, clinging to the plush velvet of our king-sized bed. It had been a couple of days since our last encounter, and the anticipation had been a constant, insistent hum beneath my skin, a low thrum of desire that intensified with each passing hour. My wife, Sarah, was breathtakingly beautiful, even in the aftermath of our shared passion, her dark hair tangled slightly around her shoulders, a faint blush still coloring her cheeks. The kids were finally asleep, their tiny chests rising and falling in peaceful unison, leaving us alone in the sanctuary of our bedroom, a space designed solely for pleasure and intimacy.

As we undressed, the simple act felt charged with electricity, each movement deliberate and slow, savoring the anticipation. The cool air kissed our naked skin as we lay entwined beneath the covers, our bodies molding to one another, a silent acknowledgment of the intense connection between us. My arousal intensified, my muscles tensing, my breathing becoming shallow and rapid. Looking into Sarah’s eyes, I saw the reflection of my own fervent longing, a shared understanding of the powerful pull that drew us together. My penis was already hard, erect, throbbing with a desperate need for release. It felt like an eternity, yet simultaneously like just a moment, as I gazed at her, lost in the intoxicating heat of the moment.

Suddenly, Sarah broke the silence, her voice laced with a touch of criticism. “You were rather rough with little Timmy this afternoon, weren’t you?” she said, her tone gentle but firm. The words hit me like a cold splash of water, instantly extinguishing the flames of my arousal. My erection faltered, my body feeling suddenly heavy and sluggish. Irritation simmered beneath my surface, a bitter taste replacing the sweet anticipation. Without a word, I turned away, pulling the covers up around me and burying my face in the pillows, seeking refuge from her disapproval. The humiliation stung, a sharp reminder of my flaws, and I retreated into a silent, sullen corner of the bed.

But our solitude wouldn't last. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Sarah shifted closer, snuggling up behind me, her warmth radiating through the fabric of the sheets. “I’m sorry, honey,” she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. Then, she began to gently caress my arm, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles along my skin, followed by a soft kiss on my back. Her hand continued its rhythmic strokes, teasing my chest, hips, and thighs, each touch sending shivers down my spine. As she moved her hand closer, her breasts and stomach pressed against my back, and her hips nestled against my butt, my arousal began to return, fueled by her sensual attention. The throbbing in my penis intensified, and a renewed sense of excitement filled me.

“Okay,” I thought, a slow smile spreading across my face, “this might actually turn out to be a good night after all.” Her hand continued its exploration, moving closer and closer to my now hard and erect member. Finally, she encircled my shaft with her smooth fingers, her leg draped over my hip, creating an exquisite pressure point that sent waves of pleasure through my body. A moan escaped my lips involuntarily, a primal expression of my mounting desire. “Oh, that feels good,” I murmured, my voice thick with anticipation.

“Mmmm,” she replied, her voice a soft whisper, as she lightly caressed my wanting member with her fingertips. I reached back, my arm instinctively seeking her round hip and soft butt, and let my hand stroke her from above her hip, over her plump and supple butt, and down her thigh. The sensation was exquisite, driving me further into the depths of pleasure. As I drew closer, my fingers danced over her vulva, tracing the contours of her labia, her clitoris, and the surrounding folds. She opened wide, her body completely relaxed, her legs drawn up high over my torso, giving me full access.

“Ummm,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, as my fingertips slid between her swollen lips. Her body was already slick with anticipation, almost dripping with moisture. I continued my exploration, sliding my fingers back and forth in her crevice, then settling around her hard, pointed clitoris. It felt incredibly sensitive, begging for my touch. “Ooohh, nice,” I heard her gasp as I felt her grip around my erect penis tighten. She stroked up and down along my hardness, her hand moving rhythmically, while she thrust her hips against my hand in time with her movements. It was an intoxicating combination, pushing me closer to the brink of ecstasy.

“Aaaahhh!” she cried, her voice filled with pure pleasure, as she pulled her legs up and wrapped them around my back, pressing her hips against my butt. “Aaaahhh!” she screamed, her body stiffening with each thrust, her vagina contracting rhythmically. “Oh, that was so good!” she exclaimed after a while, her body relaxing slightly.

I lay close to her, holding her tight, relishing the lingering sensations of our shared pleasure. Her hand remained glued to my throbbing penis, a constant reminder of the intense connection we shared. Then, she pulled my hand towards her, drawing it between her legs, towards her dripping center. I lowered my hips, bringing my erect member closer to her waiting vagina. She aimed my sensitive tip against her opening, and as she parted her labia, I slid inside, deep into her warm, yielding flesh. Her vagina tightened around me, a perfect fit, a testament to our intimate connection.

“Ooohh!” I groaned, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. “Enjoy!” she whispered, delivering a deep and passionate kiss to my face, her hands continuing their sensual caresses. I plunged deeper, pushing my way further inside, feeling the exquisite friction as our bodies intertwined. The tingle in my crotch grew stronger, spreading throughout my body, driving me towards a crescendo of pleasure. Finally, I withdrew, releasing a torrent of semen deep into her waiting depths.

“Aaaaahhhh!” she shrieked, her body arching with pleasure, as I collapsed on top of her, our bodies locked together in a passionate embrace. We kissed and cuddled, lost in the afterglow of our encounter, exchanging words of love and appreciation, savoring the lingering sensations of our shared pleasure. After a while, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies intertwined, our hearts beating in unison, a testament to the enduring power of our love.

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