Midnight Awakening: Silent Desire

The thunder cracked, a violent percussion against the quiet of the bedroom, jolting me awake. I blinked, disoriented, and glanced at the alarm clock: 3:47 AM. My husband, Ben, lay still beneath the covers, a peaceful silhouette in the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains. A smile touched my lips, a warmth spreading through me as I considered our shared life, the love that bound us together.

The pale light painted his body, highlighting the curves and planes of his form. He looked so utterly vulnerable, so achingly beautiful, that a familiar heat began to build within me. I didn’t want to disturb his sleep, but the pull of desire was too strong to ignore. Gently, I eased the sheet away from his body, revealing the magnificent sight of his erect cock. It was a beacon of pleasure, a testament to his virility. My hand instinctively went to my gown, my fingers tracing the delicate swell of my breasts, my nipples hardening with anticipation. This was a good night for me, I could feel it.

I slid my hand beneath the covers, seeking the familiar comfort of my own body. My pussy was already wet, a sign of the arousal that had taken hold. I pulled my gown open, letting it fall around me, exposing my naked form. The cool air brushed against my skin, intensifying the heat. I lay beside him, my gaze fixed on his exposed member, my body aching to connect with him, to lose myself in the depths of his pleasure. I craved the feel of him inside me, the exquisite sensation of his touch.

As I began to caress my own body, my fingers tracing the sensitive folds of my pussy, a shiver ran through me. The anticipation was almost unbearable. I slowly raised my hips, pulling my gown to my waist, and then sat up, allowing it to slide off my shoulders. Naked beside Ben, I felt a surge of primal energy, a desperate need to succumb to the pleasure that awaited.

I laid back, my legs wide open, and my hand instinctively moved to explore the sensitive flesh of my pussy. A single finger entered, followed by another, working them slowly and deliberately in and out. The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing tease that only heightened my desire. I continued to gaze at Ben’s naked body, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of my own arousal. My fingers moved to my clitoris, manipulating it in slow, circular motions, finding the perfect spot to ignite the flames of pleasure. It felt so good, so intensely satisfying, that my breath grew shallow and labored.

As I increased the pressure and speed of my movements, my body began to tremble with anticipation. The heat intensified, consuming me entirely. I focused my attention on the magnificent sight of Ben’s cock, feeling the throbbing pulse within him. With each stroke, I moved my hips in perfect synchronization, guiding my hand to the sensitive head. It was a dance of desire, a passionate ritual that brought me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Suddenly, I felt a hand grab his cock, pulling it back slightly. Ben smiled at me, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Don’t stop on my account, baby!” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. I had no intention of letting go. I continued my ministrations, feeding my own pleasure, ignoring the pull of his gaze. My orgasm was just moments away, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.

As I neared the peak of pleasure, I noticed Ben’s hand move again, firmly grasping his cock and beginning to slowly stroke himself. The sight was both a source of arousal and a challenge, a reminder of the power we both held within our own bodies.

“Ohhhhh baby! Ooooooh!” I exclaimed, letting out a primal scream as my body convulsed from the depths of my core. My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, an overwhelming surge of pleasure that left me gasping for air. My entire body tingled with the afterglow, a testament to the intensity of my experience.

I leaned up and put my head on Ben’s chest, seeking comfort in his warmth. He lifted my face to his lips, and we kissed deeply, our tongues intertwining in a passionate embrace. He then pushed me back onto my back, taking control, and getting on top of me. I opened my legs to him, allowing him to take the lead, and felt the familiar pleasure of his touch as he entered me. I wimpered softly, lost in the sensations, as he began his assault.

“mmph, I love you so much!” I groaned, wrapping my legs around him in a desperate attempt to hold him close. The desire was consuming me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.

We rolled back over, me taking the top position, riding him cowgirl style. I bounced up and down on his cock, pushing him closer to the edge, feeling the heat radiate from his body. “Baby, I’m gonna cum! Oooohhhh!” I cried, letting loose a torrent of pleasure as my second orgasm hit. I collapsed on top of him, his cock still embedded deep within me, both of us drenched in sweat and breathless.

He rolled back on top of me, getting on his knees between my legs. He lifted my legs up, preparing himself for the final act. With each thrust, I groaned, working my hips in rhythm with his movements, pushing him further into ecstasy. “Turn over! Get on your hands and knees!” he panted, slipping his cock out of me for a brief moment before plunging back in.

I followed his instructions, feeling the power shift back to me. He pushed deep inside me, holding my hips tightly, and soon, my third orgasm hit, sending shivers down my spine. “Oh Gina! Oh baby! I’m gonna cum! Oh baby, here it comes! ” he groaned as he emptied his entire load into me, the release a torrent of pure pleasure.

He pulled out, collapsing beside me, both of us panting and sweating. After regaining our composure, we embraced, clinging to each other as if afraid to let go. The love between us was palpable, a tangible force that connected us in a way that transcended words.

It was pure morning bliss. I thanked the good Lord every day that I had Ben in my life. I loved you, Ben, and thank you for loving me! I hope you all enjoyed my story. God bless each and everyone of you like he has blessed me! Thanks!

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