Echoes of a Second Chance

My husband is nine years older than me. I’m twenty-four, and he’s thirty-three. We’ve been together for a little over nine months now, meeting on an internet dating site last summer. Both of us had experienced previous relationships that hadn’t quite met our expectations, but from the moment we connected, it felt like the world shifted on its axis.

As a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, sex had always been a difficult experience for me, particularly the emotional component. However, I quickly learned that things would be different with him. Sex became an adventure, an escape, a pure joy that transcended the past. I moved from simply going through the motions to actively craving his attention, a desire that burned within me. Even his scent, a potent combination of sweat, cigarette smoke, and something uniquely his, ignited an intense reaction in my core. I often found myself lingering near his clothes after he’d removed them, stealing a quick sniff before putting them away.

Our nightly routine began with television and shared meals. I’d discreetly steal glances at him throughout, observing every movement, every expression. We also shared showers, a practice that began shortly after my gallbladder surgery last summer. This was one of my favorite parts of our intimate moments. The heat of the water over his body sent shivers down my spine, and watching his muscles flex brought a thrilling heat to my own skin. As I completed my own cleansing, I’d occasionally reach out and lightly touch his penis, enjoying the surprise in his expression and the subsequent smile that followed. Sometimes it was just a gentle brush, other times a more insistent caress that built anticipation. He was uncircumcised, and I adored watching his foreskin retract over his head.

At the end of our shower, I’d stalk him like a lion eyeing its prey. I relished in watching his penis move as he dried himself off. Every now and then, I'd give it a quick lick or suck, savoring his reaction and fighting the urge to continue until we both reached the brink of ecstasy. He would often restrain himself, but his face betrayed the desire, the pull of my touch.

Bedtime was a ritual we both anticipated. "Lay down" meant curling up together for an unknown duration, a comfortable embrace that stretched for hours. I always chose "Lay Down," as I’d discovered that over twenty-four hours without his touch left me feeling anxious and restless.

We typically began with slow, tender kisses, punctuated by occasional tongue explorations. I loved the taste of his mouth and lips – soft, full, and utterly captivating. The gentle rub of his beard against my skin during these kisses added another layer of pleasure. He’d tug at my shirt, a clear signal that he desired to strip down. I complied willingly as he removed his clothing, usually just boxers. We lay side by side, facing each other, continuing our gentle dance of kisses. He ran his hands up my arm, onto my shoulder, and the sensation sent shivers down my spine. I loved the way he started kissing my neck, collarbone, and shoulders; it was an undeniable catalyst for arousal.

I could feel his erection pressing against my leg, a powerful force that heightened my own excitement. He took his hand and spread my legs, aiming for my clitoris. He began rubbing it with his fingers, gentle at first, but quickly escalating into a more intense stimulation. Before long, I climaxed, overwhelmed by the pleasure. I loved the way his fingers navigated my g-spot with precision, repeatedly circling it, driving me further into ecstasy. The look of satisfaction on his face was intoxicating. I played with his hard cock throughout, enjoying the sensation of the foreskin sliding back and forth over his head. We exchanged another kiss, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure we’d just shared, and then he took the lead.

He lay on his back, and I began using my mouth to pleasure him. I loved the taste of his cock, taking my time to wet the head thoroughly with ample saliva. He had a Price Albert genital piercing, and I adored the way I could manipulate the ring back and forth with my tongue. I descended, exploring the shaft and head, returning to the head to stimulate my clitoris again. Instantly, I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I loved the look on his face as I did this, and he smiled as I climaxed. I continued to play with his hard cock, teasing him and prolonging the experience.

He would use his fingers on me again after we made love sometimes, sending me into a frenzy of pleasure. I especially enjoyed the sensation of him sucking and playing with my nipples, pushing me closer to the edge. I exploded all over his hand, overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. On occasion, I’d suck the remaining cum from his cock when we were done, savoring the warmth and savoring the lingering pleasure.

He would use his fingers on me again after we had made love sometimes, sending me into a frenzy of pleasure. I especially enjoyed the sensation of him sucking and playing with my nipples, pushing me closer to the edge. I exploded all over his hand, overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. On occasion, I’d suck the remaining cum from his cock when we were done, savoring the warmth and savoring the lingering pleasure.

He’d use his fingers on me again after we made love sometimes, sending me into a frenzy of pleasure. I especially enjoyed the sensation of him sucking and playing with my nipples, pushing me closer to the edge. I exploded all over his hand, overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. On occasion, I’d suck the remaining cum from his cock when we were done, savoring the warmth and savoring the lingering pleasure.

He loves to eat pussy. He's amazing with his tongue and lips. I go crazy when he flips me over on my back and puts his head between my thighs. He flicks his tongue over my clit and sucks on it. He runs his tongue down my slit and makes love to my hole with his mouth. He runs his tongue back up and continues pleasuring my clit. He loves it when I come all over his face.

I kiss his balls and lick them. I run my fingers over them, kissing his pubic mound and the head of his penis. I love going down him, and I have to restrain myself from making him cum this way. I love it when he busts into my mouth. The times he has, I play with the cum, moving it back and forth with my tongue. He usually stops me. He wants his cock inside of me. I climb on top of him and start putting his penis in my already throbbing wet pussy. I lay on his chest so I can kiss him.

He starts thrusting, and I’m clinging to his shoulders. I knead them and run my hands up his neck, touching the side of his face. I love it when he grabs my ass and my thighs, pushing me down on his dick even further. I can feel the heat from him, every vein in his thick, hard cock throbbing with pleasure. I love feeling his piercing hit my g-spot. It doesn’t take long before I clamp myself down on his cock, cumming hard. Sometimes I ride him hard, watching the look on his face as he watches me. I do this until I explode all over him. I drop back down, and he wraps his arms around me again. He pulls me close and tight into his chest. I can feel his balls smacking up against me, and my clit rubbing his pubic mound.

I tell him I love him because it's never just sex. We almost always make love regardless of how we do it. He holds back as long as he can, and I can feel his penis starting to swell, which usually sends me into another orgasm. I hang onto his shoulders even tighter as I feel his orgasm build. His arms are tight around me now, and my lips never leave his. This sets me off, and I have another orgasm right as he slams me down on his cock, and I can feel hot cum flowing into me, and his cock twitching. We kiss, and I lay and cuddle on his chest.

Sometimes I will grind my hips into him until I come again, or he will keep thrusting until I orgasm several more times. I pull off his cock, and I can feel his cum flowing out of my pussy and onto the inside of my thighs. I love how warm it is.

He will use his fingers on me again after we’ve made love sometimes. This sends me over the edge. I especially love it when he sucks on and plays with my nipples while he is doing this. I explode all over his hand even more. On occasion, I will suck the remaining cum off his cock when we are done. I love watching him jerk and spasm because his penis is so sensitive. We do this for a while, and then we clean up. We still pick at and tease each other after we’ve made love.

I could make love to him constantly; my emotion for him is so strong, both emotionally and physically. I never imagined I would have this type of relationship with someone. I love him more than words can say. He is my everything, and every night after we make love, I fall asleep curled up beside him. He is the best thing to ever happen to me, and I couldn’t imagine my life any other way.

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