Forbidden Fruit, First Touch

The scent of lavender and vanilla clung to the air, a familiar comfort in our master bedroom. Lacy had always been a creature of routine, a bastion of order in my otherwise chaotic life. Growing up, our contrasting backgrounds – my parents’ passionate, uninhibited sexuality versus her family’s rigid adherence to faith – had created a quiet tension between us, a subtle dance of opposites. I’d witnessed my parents’ fervent embraces countless times, finding a strange sort of liberation in their abandon, while Lacy’s sheltered upbringing instilled in her a cautious, almost fearful approach to intimacy. Yet, in the year since we’d wed, our connection had deepened, evolving from awkward dates to passionate encounters. We’d explored every facet of our desires, from the gentle comfort of spooning to the electrifying thrill of cowgirl, even venturing into the forbidden territory of doggy play. Her initial reluctance towards oral sex had gradually dissolved, replaced by a playful experimentation that both intrigued and bewildered me.

The incident last week, when she'd unexpectedly licked my cum off her hand after a particularly satisfying hand job, had shattered that carefully constructed facade of propriety. It was a blatant, unapologetic display of lust that both shocked and thrilled me. I’d held back then, content to simply observe her eager anticipation, but the feeling lingered, a simmering heat beneath my skin. This morning, that heat had erupted.

As I awoke, I immediately felt the familiar, insistent pressure against my member. It wasn’t a gentle caress, but a deliberate, insistent stroke that sent shivers down my spine. Lacy was pulling my erection down, her touch light yet firm, her lips tracing the sensitive skin of my head. It was an intimate act, a silent acknowledgment of our shared desire, and the thought of her taking control filled me with a primal surge of pleasure. I opened one eye, peering into the darkness, and saw her head resting gently on my lower belly, her dark hair brushing against my chest. It was an invitation, a silent plea for more.

As she pulled my erection further down, her lips stretched around it, a slow, deliberate exploration. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of tenderness and intensity. When she pulled away, turning her face toward mine, I strived for a casual sleeping expression, attempting to conceal the building excitement within me. But as she slid the crown back into her hot little mouth, her head moving with an almost frantic energy, it became impossible to maintain composure.

My heart pounded against my ribs, and I fought back a groan as my balls tightened, responding to her insistent sucking. The tingling, throbbing sensation intensified, and inevitably, I exploded. I expected her to recoil, to pull back in a moment of hesitation, but instead, she continued to suck, her movements relentless, her focus unwavering. It was a feeding frenzy, a complete immersion in the raw, primal pleasure of her touch.

For the next week, this pattern continued, escalating in both frequency and intensity. Every morning, the urge to hold her head down, to force her to submit to my will, grew stronger, but I resisted, finding solace in her escalating enthusiasm. The anticipation became unbearable, a constant hum beneath the surface of my awareness. This morning, however, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. As I felt her take my entire cock into her mouth and suck tenderly, a moan escaped my lips, a desperate cry for release.

Lacy quickly pulled off, her eyes wide with panic, but the sight of my insatiable hunger transformed her nervous expression into a seductive grin. Without hesitation, she turned and began sucking my entire cock back into her mouth, her movements even more frantic than before. I arched my back, pushing my hips up to her, desperate to meet her heat. My fingers instinctively sought out her hot, soaked pussy, rubbing along her slit before sliding two fingers inside. She pushed back against my touch, a moan of pleasure erupting from her lips. The world narrowed down to the sensation of her mouth against my cock, the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming desire. It was as if her need mirrored my own, creating a perfect, symbiotic loop of lust.

Lacy’s body began to shake, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as she hummed with anticipation. She pulled my cock from her mouth, letting out a cry of frustration as a torrent of pussy juice flowed out and down my wrist. But as I instinctively pulled my fingers out, she rolled to her side, resuming her rhythmic sucking with renewed vigor. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain, leaving me breathless and desperate. My body tingled, my senses heightened, and the inevitable happened: I lost all control.

As I made to pull my fingers out once more, Lacy grabbed my hand, holding my fingers deep inside her. She smiled at me, a knowing glint in her eyes, before sliding my cock back into her mouth, continuing her relentless assault on my senses. This time, she pulled back slightly, sucking with such intensity that I crunched to a half-sitting position, my legs splayed out in a desperate attempt to maintain my balance. My hands instinctively grabbed her head, pulling her down onto my cock, my hot cum erupting in a torrent of pleasure. Lacy swallowed hard, her body convulsing with each thrust, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation.

My body vibrated, the heat radiating through me, as I lost all awareness of my surroundings. The world narrowed down to the sensation of her mouth against my cock, the rhythm of her sucking, the intoxicating scent of her body. Finally, I released her head, collapsing back against her, exhausted but exhilarated.

Lacy looked at the puddle of cum around my now-sated dick, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face. She apologized for not being able to swallow it all, but her words were quickly drowned out by my own triumphant groan. “Honey!” I exclaimed, pulling her up to me and caressing her soft, beautiful face. “That was incredible, and I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Lacy smiled, leaning into my touch, and kissed me as I rolled her onto her back. Then, slowly, stealthily, I began to kiss my way down her body, tracing the curves of her hips, her stomach, her breasts, each touch igniting a fresh wave of desire. The scent of lavender and vanilla intensified, wrapping us in a cocoon of pleasure and intimacy. The world faded away, leaving only the sensation of her skin against mine, the heat of our bodies intertwined, and the promise of countless more moments like this one.

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