Late Night Longing

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room as the last of the kids finally succumbed to sleep. The kitchen, thankfully, was spotless – a small victory in the chaotic dance of parenthood. This spring had been particularly strange, the days stretching out longer thanks to daylight savings, and our dinner times had shifted dramatically. It had been a long time since we’d truly connected, a chasm widening between us filled with the mundane necessities of daily life. There had been the occasional stolen glance, a quick brush of hands, but nothing substantial, nothing that ignited the fire we once shared. Exhausted from another relentless day, I sank into the worn, overstuffed couch in the den, seeking a brief respite. It wasn't the most comfortable piece of furniture, but it offered a degree of solace. Barely had my weight settled into the cushions when my wife’s voice, laced with urgency, cut through the quiet. Let's just say, I wasn't exactly eager to spring into action. A mumbled "Just a minute dear," followed by a reluctant retreat into the bedroom, my jaw practically hitting the floor. For there, draped across the bed, was my beautiful woman. She wore a silk robe, the color of deep burgundy, that showcased a generous expanse of cleavage and fell to just below her knees. The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting dancing shadows on the walls, and the air was filled with the soothing strains of jazz. Without a second thought, I secured the bedroom door behind me.

“What do you need help with?” I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. She turned towards me, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and began the slow, deliberate process of intertwining our legs. Then, with a deliberate movement, she reached into the depths of her robe, pulling out a small, velvet pouch. "Well," she purred, as she began to caress her own breast, "this feels pretty good when I do this, but it would feel better if someone were sucking and pulling at the same time." There was no hesitation in my response. I practically ripped the robe away from her body, sliding down the bed and planting my face in her succulent flesh. For the next twenty minutes, I indulged in the pure, unadulterated pleasure of her touch. I licked, sucked, pulled, caressed, and nibbled on those blessings from God, each movement fueled by her ecstatic moans. Her cries of pleasure served as a constant reminder of the raw desire that simmered beneath the surface. Then, abruptly, she stopped me, rolling me onto my back with a playful shove. With a swift movement, she unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hand across my stomach and down my waistline, tracing the contours of my body with deliberate precision. Slowly, she began to unbuckle my belt and unfasten my shorts, the simple act sending shivers down my spine. The release was immediate and overwhelming. As the fabric fell away, revealing my fully erect manhood, my body tensed with anticipation. She grabbed a bottle of high-quality lubricant from her nightstand, pouring a generous amount into her hand. Rubbing it between her fingers to warm it up, she took in my erection with an appreciative gaze. Then, with a possessive grip, she wrapped her hands around my shaft, beginning the slow, rhythmic pumping motion. I groaned in response to the sensation, the pleasure building with each squeeze. With one hand, she continued to pump while using the other to massage my balls, teasing and tantalizing me with her touch. Freeing her hand, she swung her leg over me, straddling my body and guiding my erection into her waiting love canal. The initial penetration was intense, a surge of heat and pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. But I held firm, maintaining control as she slid forward and back, her breasts swaying in rhythm with her movements. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, as she leaned back slightly, her body writhing with delight. Feeling the familiar build-up of anticipation, I warned her, signaling my approach to climax. With a powerful eruption, I unleashed my pent-up desires, losing myself in the exquisite sensation of her touch. As she continued to grind against me, her pace quickening, I couldn't resist the urge to pleasure her back, pinching her nipples and rubbing them between my fingers. Her screams of ecstasy intensified, pushing her closer to the brink. Finally, she slowed her pace, collapsing on top of me, her body trembling with pleasure. We kissed deeply, intertwining our arms and legs, lost in the shared experience of our mutual delight. As we drifted off to sleep, nestled close together, I knew that this was just the beginning of our rekindled passion. The long wait had been worth it, the connection restored, and the fire within us burning brighter than ever before. The scent of silk, candles, and the lingering taste of pleasure hung in the air, a testament to the raw, primal desire that had been unleashed within our bedroom. It had been a while, indeed, but tonight, we had found our way back to each other, and the world outside faded away as we succumbed to the intoxicating pleasure of our reunion. The lingering warmth of her body against mine was a sweet reminder of the deep connection we shared, a connection that had been tested by time and distance, but ultimately proven strong enough to overcome any obstacle. The memory of those twenty minutes, filled with lust, desire, and explicit pleasure, would undoubtedly linger long after we had fallen asleep, a potent reminder of the exquisite sensations we had shared. As I closed my eyes, I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the simple pleasures of life, and for the woman who had shared them with me.

Story taboo sex

Late Night Longing

Did you like this story? Late Night Longing look, but like these, here Story taboo sex.