Interrupted Desire: Part 4

The insistent chirping of the cordless vibrator sliced through the morning quiet, a tiny, insistent plea for attention. Melodie, a woman sculpted by time and a life lived fully, lay on the plush king-sized bed, her body a landscape of gentle curves and the faintest trace of silvery hair around her eyes. The small, purple vibrator, affectionately nicknamed “The Purple Thing,” nestled deep within her, buzzing with a low, insistent thrum. I watched her, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across my face, as she shifted slightly, her legs closing around the vibrating head, securing it in place. The sight of it, a vibrant purple intrusion into her soft flesh, always gave me a jolt of arousal.

"Don't do my right nipple yet," she murmured, her voice husky with anticipation. "It's not feeling it right now."

I chuckled, the sound a low rumble in my chest. "Ahhh, but we’ll find the combination to unlock your orgasm safe," I said, my gaze tracing the contours of her breasts, the way her skin stretched taut over her nipples. "Your body is like a safe with a combination that keeps changing every time! We’ll have fun finding the combination together!"

The playful banter, the shared understanding of our unusual intimacy, always seemed to loosen the tension, to chip away at the barriers we’d erected over the years due to our health issues. Melodie’s new medications had certainly thrown a wrench into things, creating a frustrating dance of highs and lows, of moments of intense pleasure followed by periods of agonizing cramps. But even with the challenges, we persisted, driven by a love that felt ancient and profound.

I leaned closer, my hand instinctively reaching for her. Her skin was warm, velvety soft beneath my fingertips. I began a slow, deliberate exploration, tracing the delicate lines of her breasts, savoring the scent of her skin, the subtle perfume clinging to her hair. I kissed her lips, a deep, possessive kiss, before moving on to her nipples, my tongue tracing their curves with a slow, deliberate rhythm. She moaned softly, her body tensing beneath my touch.

“Lube up, honey,” I instructed, my voice low and intimate. “Let’s go for it.”

I retrieved a bottle of Aloe Cadabra Strawberry flavored lube from the bedside table, the sweet, fruity scent filling the air. With a generous amount, I coated her labia, the cool, slippery liquid a welcome relief against her sensitive skin. The act of applying the lube, the feel of it sliding across her body, was almost as pleasurable as the touch itself.

As she relaxed, taking a deep breath, I knelt beside her, my hand gripping the base of her vibrator. The small, purple head protruded from between her legs, pulsing with insistent energy. I began to pump my own cock, slowly, deliberately, focusing on the sensation as it built within me. Simultaneously, I rubbed the sensitive underside of my glans against her right nipple, a technique we’d discovered a few years back, one that always seemed to send shivers down her spine. It was a sensual dance, a push and pull between pleasure and restraint, a constant negotiation of our desires. The air crackled with unspoken heat, with the raw, animalistic hunger that always simmered beneath the surface of our lovemaking.

I stopped just short of climax, fighting the urge to lose control, determined to savor the anticipation, to prolong the pleasure. "You're a tricky one, Melodie," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "But I love your stubbornness." I squeezed out a small, precious amount of cum onto her nipple, then rubbed it into her breast, the salty liquid mingling with the strawberry-flavored lube and the coconut oil she’d so generously provided. It tasted like heaven, a strange and intoxicating combination of sweetness and salt, a perfect reflection of our own complicated, beautiful love.

As the vibrations intensified, Melodie shifted, her body arching against me. I knew I couldn't hold off any longer. Ignoring the burning sensation building within me, I crawled between her legs, our bodies intertwining in a passionate embrace. The feel of her pussy against my erection was electric, sending waves of pleasure surging through my veins. We began missionary position, slowly, deliberately, exploring each other’s bodies, seeking out the points of greatest sensitivity.

As I pumped my cock, my muscles straining with the effort, I kissed her face, her skin soft and warm against my lips. The scent of her perfume, a blend of vanilla and rose, filled my senses, drowning out the world around us. Lost in the moment, I forgot all about the outside world, all about the challenges we faced, all about the interruptions that always seemed to find us. There was only Melodie, and the exquisite pleasure of her body, and the intoxicating desire that burned within me.

I rolled off to her side, scooping up some of the strawberry-flavored pussy-mixed protein shake from her pussy and applying it to her boobies’ nips. “Mmmmmm! Strawberry cream titties with a hint of coconut!” I exclaimed, my voice filled with delight. The cool, sweet liquid felt like silk against her skin, intensifying her arousal.

As we resumed our lovemaking, I shifted to a more gentle approach, focusing on the sensation of her skin against my lips, my hands caressing her breasts, nibbling on her nipples, and drawing circles on her hard raspberries. I even incorporated the tip-on-nip technique, rubbing my glans against her right nipple, deepening the pleasure, further stimulating her nerves. Melodie responded with a moan of pleasure, her body convulsing in time with the vibrations of her G-spot vibe.

Just as we were reaching peak arousal, our daughter, Chloe, called. The sudden interruption jolted us back to reality, breaking the spell of our intense intimacy. Melodie’s face tightened with a look of frustration, a clear indication that she was not pleased.

“I’m on a call, honey,” she said, her voice strained. “Just ignore me for a few minutes.”

I reluctantly complied, pulling back from her body, but my gaze never left her. She switched to her Sensuelle Plus vibe, the vibrations now a low, insistent hum, and I returned to loving on her nip, trying to recapture the feeling we’d lost. The call continued, filled with the mundane chatter of everyday life, a stark contrast to the raw passion we’d just experienced.

As Chloe spoke, Melodie continued to talk, her face a mask of polite indifference. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I found myself strangely captivated by her, by the way her body tensed with every word she spoke. Her breathing became shallow, her heart rate quickening, her pussy practically begging for attention.

Finally, the call ended. Melodie, her face flushed, immediately switched back to her loop-handle G-spot vibe, the vibrations now even more intense. I resumed my ministrations, determined to make up for lost time. The combination of her intense arousal and my own burning desire created an atmosphere of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Within minutes, Melodie reached her climax, letting out a primal scream of release. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that left me breathless and trembling. As she lay there, panting and exhausted, I scooped some of the strawberry-flavored pussy-mixed protein shake from her pussy and applied it to her boobies’ nips, savoring the last traces of her arousal.

"I love you, Melodie," I whispered, nuzzling into her soft hair.

"I love you too," she replied, her voice still shaky with pleasure. "Sorry it’s taking me so long to reach orgasm.”

"Sweetheart," I said, stroking her face, "I love helping you cum! Don’t apologize. I love loving on your beautiful and sexy body. So it takes a little longer to find the combination to open the door to your orgasm safe; that time is just more fun discovering your combination together!"

As we continued our lovemaking, I realized that despite the interruptions, despite the health challenges, despite the complications of life, our love was stronger than ever. It was a love built on shared pleasure, on mutual respect, and on the simple, undeniable truth that we needed each other, body and soul. The thought of our daughter mortified when she sees us making love sent a shiver down my spine, but we knew that there were far more important things in life than worrying about what others might think.

As I lay beside her, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, as long as we had each other, we could overcome anything. After the Atonement of Christ, Melodie is my greatest one, and I was determined to cherish every moment we had together.

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