Late Night Ride, Wet Pleasure

The rain hammered against the windows of the master bedroom, a relentless rhythm accompanying the quiet intimacy of the evening. My husband, Daniel, lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, the glow of his laptop illuminating his face as he navigated the labyrinthine world of online shopping. He absentmindedly stroked something between his legs, a telltale sign of anticipation that always sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn’t hard to guess what he was thinking about. I’d caught him like this countless times before, lost in the digital realm, but tonight felt different, charged with a potent, unspoken desire.

I’d been working late, immersed in a particularly challenging project, but the pull of the evening, the promise of connection, had been too strong to resist. I’d quickly gathered our youngest, Lily, from her afternoon nap and whisked her off to the bathroom, just in time to find Daniel already lost in his own world. A sweet, lingering kiss on his cheek, and then the question hung in the air, heavy with invitation: “Can I suck that?”

His smile widened, a genuine, uninhibited expression of pleasure. He pushed his phone aside, a clear signal of his intention, and laid back against the pillows, inviting me closer. I leaned over him, my body aligning perfectly with his, and gently took hold of his member, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. The initial touch was light, almost tentative, but as I began to move my lips around it, the pleasure intensified, both for him and for me.

I started with a slow, deliberate pace, keeping the suction light and playful, savoring the sensation of his flesh against my mouth. It was a familiar comfort, a well-worn path of mutual delight. But I wasn't satisfied with just pleasure; I wanted to explore the boundaries of our shared intimacy. "Why don't you turn this way?" I suggested, gently guiding his legs off the side of the bed, positioning him so that I could kneel between them, my body fully embracing his. He complied instantly, sinking back into the bed, his eyes closed in anticipation.

As I returned to my task, sliding my lips over his shaft, I noticed a subtle shift in his breathing, a tightening of his muscles, a clear sign of escalating arousal. I pressed down on his pubes, letting their bristly touch stimulate my own senses, then swallowed to give him a squeeze before returning to the rhythmic dance of suction and release. "Oooh, you are so good at sucking cock," he praised, his voice thick with pleasure.

I paused for a moment, savoring the compliment and the lingering warmth of his touch. “Mmmm, I’m just glad I can please you,” I responded, a genuine smile playing on my lips. Then, I shifted my face sideways, wrapping my mouth around the side of his shaft with my tongue looping around the underside. I drew circles with the flat of my tongue, feeling the delicious friction, before taking him deep again, pushing further into his body. The angle felt perfect, his cock long and hard, ready to meet my needs. Tonight, I felt particularly relaxed, allowing myself to fully immerse in the experience, letting the sensations wash over me. The slippery wetness from the back of my throat was intoxicating, a miniature orgasm in itself. I bobbed up and down on him, letting the sounds of his arousal fill the room, a symphony of pleasure.

He pulsed his hips a couple of times while I remained face-planted in his crotch, his body arching with the effort. The feeling was exquisite, pushing me to the very edge of ecstasy. As I lifted my face off, a string of saliva connected my mouth to his helmet, a testament to the intensity of our shared experience. Then, I brought both hands into play, stroking upward, mimicking the sensation of a powerful, insistent thrust. His eyes were closed, lost in the depths of his own pleasure.

Over and over, I continued this pattern, watching the tension build in his body, feeling his desire mount with each passing moment. He clenched his thighs, his hips pushing upward, lost in the heat of the moment. I imagined the sensation of being trapped within the confines of his body, unable to escape the overwhelming pleasure, a torturous delight that left me breathless.

When I thought he couldn’t bear any more, I took him back into my mouth and began to suck him slowly, teasing him with the anticipation of release. His breathing began to normalize, a sign that he was ready to surrender to the pleasure. I increased the pace, pushing deeper into his body, feeling his muscles tingle with each thrust. It was an intense, almost painful sensation, but one that I welcomed with open arms.

As I lifted my mouth off, a torrent of saliva flowed down his member and onto my hands, a visible testament to the sheer volume of pleasure we were experiencing. This time, I incorporated both hands, stroking upward with a medium grip. One hand ran along the sensitive spot under his ridge each time my fingers rose to close around the head, while the other wrapped around the base of his shaft. Then, I twisted my hand a bit, my fingertips running up and down the center of his cock’s underside, feeling the rhythm of his arousal.

He closed his eyes, lost in the pleasure, and I knew he was enjoying every second of it. I continued this pattern for several minutes, watching the tension build in his body, feeling his desire reach its peak. The feeling was overwhelming, leaving me both exhausted and exhilarated.

Finally, the slipperiness began to dissipate, and I decided to move on to a new form of stimulation. I spent more time with him in my mouth, pushing short thrusts, feeling the rhythm of his spasms as he struggled to contain his arousal. Ooh, that was rough! The gags were unavoidable, but they only heightened the intensity of the experience. The sounds of his arousal, the wetness, the pressure – it was all too much, but in the best possible way.

As I lifted my mouth off, strings of saliva connected my mouth to his big, dark pink helmet, a clear indication of the pleasure we had shared. Then, we kissed each other's faces over and over, lost in the shared euphoria.

“I love you,” I murmured against his beard, my voice filled with tenderness.

“I know,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with affection. “And I love you too.”

The rain continued to fall outside, but inside the bedroom, the atmosphere was warm and intimate, filled with the lingering scent of pleasure and the unspoken promise of more to come. The audio file for this story is available in the Ignite playlist, you can find it HERE and on the Ignite Content page in the Main Menu.

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