Long Wait, Intense Reward

The scent of lilies hung heavy in the air, a desperate attempt to mask the stale smell of loneliness that had permeated our small house for the past five weeks. Three small faces, constantly demanding attention, had occupied every corner, every moment, leaving me and Mark utterly depleted. We’d taken on the monumental task of childcare for our friends, Sarah and David, while their youngest, little Leo, underwent a crucial surgery. It was a generous offer, one we’d wholeheartedly accepted, but now, as the scent of those beautiful blooms faded, a different kind of longing began to simmer beneath the surface. Five weeks of abstinence had left us both ravenous, our bodies aching for the release we desperately craved.

Mark arrived home that evening, a beacon of hope in the dimness of our lives. A bouquet of crimson roses, their velvety petals reaching for the ceiling, lay on the kitchen counter, accompanied by a tall glass of iced coffee. The gesture was simple, yet profoundly romantic, a silent acknowledgment of the intense need that both of us carried. "Let's go out," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me, "Tonight, we need to lose ourselves in the world, just the two of us."

Without hesitation, I agreed. The thought of a single, uninterrupted evening, free from the demands of children and chores, was intoxicating. I quickly changed into a new lingerie set I’d been saving for just such an occasion - a delicate lace bralette and high-waisted panties in a deep burgundy color, designed to tease and entice. The fabric felt cool against my skin, a subtle reminder of the pleasure to come.

As we headed for the door, the pull of anticipation was almost unbearable. We paused on the hallway wall, leaning against each other, our bodies brushing against the cool plaster. The heat radiating from our skin intensified as we locked eyes, a silent conversation passing between us. The air crackled with unspoken desires, the yearning for connection palpable in every touch.

The restaurant was dimly lit, the atmosphere buzzing with hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses. I ordered a cocktail - a potent blend of tequila, lime juice, and grenadine, known for its ability to loosen inhibitions. As the sweet, spicy liquid flowed down my throat, a wave of warmth spread through my body, loosening my muscles and sharpening my senses. Mark finished his beer and took my hand, his grip firm and reassuring.

The dinner was pleasant, a distraction from the burning desire that simmered beneath the surface. But every glance, every shared smile, only served to amplify the need we both felt. The conversation felt hollow, a mere formality, as our minds remained fixated on the prospect of reunion.

Once we left the restaurant, we made a beeline for our bedroom, our movements fueled by pent-up energy. The room was small, but it was ours, a sanctuary of intimacy and passion. The scent of lavender from a diffuser filled the air, creating an atmosphere of sensual anticipation.

As soon as we entered, clothes were discarded, our bodies stripped bare in a swift, deliberate act of vulnerability. Mark began to explore my body, his touch slow and deliberate, teasing my skin with his fingertips. He started with the base of my spine, tracing the curve of my lower back with gentle pressure, sending shivers down my spine.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “Let me work on you a little.” He moved to my breasts, gently massaging the sensitive tissue, his fingers exploring the delicate folds of my nipples. I arched my back, moaning softly as his touch intensified, igniting a fire within me.

I reached for my miniature vibrator, a sleek, black wand that always delivered a potent dose of pleasure. I started buzzing my clitoris, the vibrations escalating in intensity, driving me closer to the edge. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious torment that left me breathless and desperate. Mark increased the speed and pressure, his hand gliding over my clitoris, applying just enough force to make me gasp.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to consume me. My muscles clenched, my breath came in ragged gasps, and I let out a primal scream as I began to come. The first wave hit hard, a powerful release that sent shivers through my entire body. Then, the next one followed, and the next, each one more intense than the last.

As the orgasms faded, leaving me weak and spent, I ripped the vibrator away, my body trembling with lingering pleasure. "Now," I whispered, my voice hoarse, "Let's get back to the real thing."

Mark didn’t hesitate. He immediately grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, his body pressing against mine. He kissed me deeply, his tongue tracing the curve of my lips, igniting a fresh wave of desire. He then turned me over, positioning me so that he could explore my entire body.

His touch was relentless, his passion boundless. He kissed my neck, my chest, my stomach, his hands exploring every inch of my skin. I writhed in his arms, moaning with pleasure, my body completely surrendered to his touch.

The next few rounds were even more intense, more passionate. Each orgasm brought me closer to the brink, pushing me further into ecstasy. Mark’s stamina never wavered, his hands never faltered, his kisses never ceased.

As the night wore on, we moved from one position to another, experimenting with different angles and rhythms, each one designed to heighten the pleasure. The world outside faded away, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of our bodies intertwined, our minds lost in the depths of our shared desire.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, we collapsed into a tangled heap on the bed, exhausted but utterly satisfied. The scent of lilies still hung in the air, but now it was mingled with the scent of sweat and arousal, a testament to the passionate encounter we had just shared.

Looking back on those five weeks of abstinence, I realized just how much we had missed. The longing, the frustration, the desperate need for connection – it had all led to this moment, this explosive reunion that had reignited the spark between us.

"We need to upgrade," Mark said, his voice filled with a newfound determination. "A dedicated space, just for us, before any more kids arrive."

I nodded in agreement, my heart pounding with anticipation. It was a sensible plan, a necessary investment in our future. But as I gazed at Mark, his eyes filled with love and desire, I knew that the real reward lay in the intimacy we had just shared.

"It was worth the wait," I whispered, leaning in for another kiss. "And it's good to be back to our normal schedule, wouldn't you say?"

He chuckled, pulling me closer, his arms wrapping around me in a warm embrace. "Definitely," he replied, nuzzling into my hair. "Definitely."

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