Forbidden Touch: A Heated Plea

The television flickered, casting an uneven light across the plush velvet of the couch where I lay, watching a mindless action movie. My wife, Seraphina, was curled up beside me, a comfortable silence settling between us. Then, without warning, I leaned forward, my hand gently resting on the nape of her neck. A slow, deliberate whisper escaped my lips, a primal urge taking hold of me. “I want to lick your pussy.”

A flicker of surprise crossed her face, a subtle bristling of her skin. “Oh,” she murmured, a hint of defensiveness in her voice. “Not now, darling. I’m not really in the mood for that sort of thing.” But I persisted, my hand moving closer, a possessive grip tightening on her neck. “I am going to lick your pussy, right now, and you are going to like it.”

Her eyes widened slightly, a silent plea for me to reconsider. But my resolve was unwavering. I pushed a little harder, a silent assertion of my dominance. “I’m your husband,” I growled, my voice low and insistent. “And I want to taste you, right this very moment.”

The realization dawned on her, the futility of resistance becoming apparent. There was no point in trying to escape, no chance of finding a moment of respite. I had made my intentions clear, and she knew it. She slowly straightened, her movements deliberate, a silent acknowledgment of my control. As she stood, she slipped out of her jeans, the denim falling to the floor with a soft thud. Beneath, a dark satin blue bra cradled her breasts, a tantalizing glimpse of skin exposed. Then, with a graceful fluidity, she removed her top, revealing the matching blue panties clinging to her hips.

I reached out, my fingers wrapping around her waist, pulling her close until she stood before me, her panties mere inches from my face. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded, my voice husky with anticipation. Her breath hitched slightly, a hint of nervousness betraying her composure. “I want whatever you want,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Tell me again,” I pressed, my gaze unwavering. “Tell me what you want me to do.” She hesitated, her eyes darting nervously around the room before she finally confessed, “I want you to taste me.”

A surge of pleasure coursed through me, confirming my suspicions. This was exactly what I had hoped for. I gently took her delicate hand, moving it upwards to her panty-covered mound, resting it just above her panties. She felt the shift in power, the unspoken promise of pleasure, and her body tensed slightly. She knew this was a game of dominance, and she was eager to play along.

“Would you like to taste me?” I asked, my voice laced with invitation. Her response was immediate, a silent affirmation that sent shivers down my spine. She removed her hand from her panties, revealing the moistness glistening on the tips of her well-manicured fingers. The control was now hers, a delicious power that she wielded with confidence. She gently touched her fingertips to my lips, inhaling her intoxicating aroma before taking a moment to savor the scent of her body.

Then, with a playful yet firm command, she asked, “What is it that you want to do?” My response was swift and decisive. “I want to lick and taste you,” I declared, my voice filled with desire. Without hesitation, I grabbed at her panties, pulling them down with a primal instinct, as if an animal driven by its base urges. She resisted for a moment, but my persistence was too strong. “No,” she said, her voice firm. “Lick me through my panties first.”

She moved closer, positioning herself between my knees, her body arching slightly in anticipation. As I sat on the couch, I leaned forward, bringing my face closer to her crotch, eager to experience the pleasure she offered. The scent of her aroused flesh filled my senses, driving me further into a state of lustful delirium. I nuzzled my lips against her pussy through the satin material, savoring the sensation of her soft skin against my tongue, working my way up around her clitoris, lost in the exquisite pleasure of the moment.

“What could be better than this?” I thought to myself, my body trembling with anticipation. As I continued to lick her pussy, I noticed the way her knees were starting to buckle, a sign of her growing arousal. Instinctively, I moved her to the couch, sliding her panties off with a swift, decisive movement. Now, I could fully indulge in her beauty, savoring every inch of her moist, sensitive flesh.

Her pussy glistened under the flickering television light, and as I examined her, I noticed the meticulous care she had taken in trimming her labia, revealing a delicate fringe of hair that only added to her allure. I brought my nose close to her bush, taking a deep breath to inhale the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Then, I began to kiss teasingly on her inner thighs and flat stomach, my tongue darting out just beyond her reach, tantalizing her with the promise of pleasure. I regained control, asserting my dominance once again.

Her hips started to move rhythmically, a subtle invitation that I couldn't resist. “Tell me,” I commanded, my voice dripping with desire. “What do you want me to do?” She responded quickly, her voice breathless, “Lick me.”

“What do you want me to lick?” I questioned, savoring the anticipation. “Lick my pussy.”

Without hesitation, I obliged, plunging my tongue into her pussy, savoring the sensation of her wetness against my taste buds. I reached up and played with her swollen nipples, licking and teasing her sensitive skin, while simultaneously inserting two fingers into her pussy, drawing her hips higher off the couch. I took her hand and moved it down to her pussy, feeling her body respond with a surge of pleasure. As she spread her lips further, allowing me to fully indulge in her most intimate parts, I continued to stimulate her clitoris, taking my time to tease and tantalize her until she finally succumbed to her desires.

At this point, I leaned down and began licking her fingers, watching as her body throbbed with pleasure. She understood the message, her eyes widening with anticipation as she dipped her fingers into her wet pussy, spreading her luscious secretions onto my waiting lips. She then smeared her juices above my mouth and on my chin, relishing in the delicious sensation of her arousal spreading across my face.

We continued this dance of dominance and pleasure for a considerable amount of time, lost in the intoxicating world of our shared desire. Finally, she came, her body vibrating off the couch as her orgasm reached its peak. She took a moment to recover, sitting up slowly, her face flushed with pleasure. I knew what came next, and I eagerly awaited her response. Her eyes met mine, a silent invitation that I couldn't resist. And as she leaned in, her body pressed against mine, we continued our passionate embrace, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of the moment. The television remained silent, its flickering light a mere backdrop to the primal connection between us.

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