Forbidden Touch: The Long Wait

The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of vanilla and something wild, hit me the moment I stepped into the kitchen. It had been four long nights, a chasm of work travel separating us, and the pull I felt was an unbearable ache. She was there, leaning against the counter, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and as soon as she saw me, she surged forward, wrapping her arms around me in a desperate embrace. The warmth of her body against mine, the quick, sharp intake of breath as she inhaled my scent, sent a shiver through me. Her breasts pressed firmly against my chest, a familiar and welcome pressure, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. I could feel the subtle tension building in her body, a potent sign of her anticipation. My own arousal began to swell, a hard, insistent pressure against her hip.

After a lingering, passionate kiss, I reached beneath her shirt, my fingers tracing the curve of her breasts. They were exquisitely sensitive, fully erect, a testament to the longing she’d felt for my touch. A deep, contented sigh escaped her lips, a sound that whispered, "I need you, and I need my body to release." It was a request I couldn’t refuse.

We moved to the bedroom, the silence punctuated only by the quick rustle of her clothes as she tore them off in a hurry. Underneath, she was clean-shaven, her skin smooth and pale, a stark contrast to the dark, throbbing hardness of my own member. A generous amount of lubricant glistened on her lips, a clear invitation. Her hands, quick and decisive, lifted up on my shirt, signaling me to let go of my restraint.

Before my shirt hit the floor, her fingers found the zipper on my jeans, zipping them open with practiced ease before yanking them down. My underwear pooled at my ankles, and as I stepped out, the weight of my erect member was undeniable, a clear declaration of my intent.

She rushed forward, kissing me with a desperate urgency, her hand tracing a slow, sensual path across my shaft before sliding beneath my balls, seeking the full sensation of my body. Then, she lay back on the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, legs spread wide, a blatant display of her invitation. Her gaze locked onto mine, a silent command to dedicate my full attention to her.

Her right hand began to work its way across her breasts, each stroke deliberate and teasing, before finally reaching her clit. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a release of tension as her body responded to her touch. The delicate button began to protrude, growing larger with each rhythmic press. She moved her fingers in a clockwise and counterclockwise motion, her eyes never leaving mine, her gaze intense and unwavering.

I noticed the wetness accumulating on her shaved skin, the subtle shift in her muscles as she relaxed, anticipating the pleasure ahead. She inserted a single finger, slowly and deliberately, pushing it in and out by a mere inch or two. It was a tease, a prelude to the intense pleasure to come.

As I stared, admiring her beauty and anticipating the release, she noticed my reaction and reached for the lube on the nightstand. She sat up, filling her hand, then began stroking me with a slow, deliberate rhythm, the gel coating my member and balls. The uncertainty of what was next hung in the air, but I quickly realized the direction she was taking. She lay back down, knees up, the finger still inserted, waiting for my response. Soon, two fingers entered, and her off hand squeezed one nipple while the other plunged deep. I was hesitant, afraid of rushing the moment, so I slowed my strokes, savoring each touch. My eyes moved from her face to her pelvis and back again, mirroring her intense gaze.

Then, I saw a third finger making its way in, and she began to lift her pelvis off the bed, her breathing growing heavier with each rise and fall. Her hips bucked as she dropped her ass to the bed, only to raise it again, building the anticipation. My own strokes quickened, mirroring her mounting excitement. As she got closer, I could feel her heat, her desire radiating through the air. Two fingers now worked her clit, and the race was on, her frantic rubbing of her pink button a clear signal for my attention. Finally, she cummed, a violent, explosive release that shook her entire body.

Taking my cue, I placed my left hand under my balls, massaging my prostate while simultaneously stroking my member with the other hand. Her body convulsed frantically as she held those two fingers firmly against her clit. I heard whimpers and groans, a testament to her intense pleasure. Her eyes closed, surrendering to the sensation.

My own strokes became rapid and insistent, fueled by the sight of her beautiful, quivering body. I had never masturbated in front of her before, but the inhibitions that once held me back were now shattered. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and I knew she always enjoyed seeing me reach climax. I felt the building pressure within me, the inevitable release drawing near.

I took a step forward, keeping my hand eight to ten inches from her chest. It was here, and I held back, one finger pressing on my prostate while the other clamped my rod. My balls began their release, a slow, controlled expulsion of semen. For a few seconds, I held on, clinging to the sensation, before finally letting go.

Like an uncoiling spring, a rope of cum unleashed across the top of her breasts, followed by two smaller jets that landed on her arm and my feet. The feeling of her seed hitting her chest enhanced her groans as she pressed her clit to get every last quiver out of that orgasm.

As she regained her composure, she lay still for a moment, staring at me with a radiant smile. No words passed between us, but our eyes remained locked, a silent acknowledgment of the intense pleasure we had just shared. Finally, her hand made its way up and began to rub the lubricant across her chest, soaking it into her skin. Then, she pulled me closer, and I stretched out on top of her, kissing her passionately as my chest pressed against hers, feeling the warmth of her seed on my skin.

The trust and intimacy born from this shared experience left us both in a state of profound joy and ecstasy. We were exactly as God designed us, a perfect union of pleasure and desire.

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