Midnight Clitoral Intrusion

The insistent chirp of my alarm clock dragged me from a dream of silk sheets and stolen kisses, a recurring fantasy fueled by late-night fantasies and the lingering warmth of desire. It was always around 3:30 AM, the witching hour where inhibitions melted away, leaving me raw and yearning. Tonight, like so many nights before, I found myself contemplating the exquisite pleasure of a shared awakening, a slow, deliberate seduction that began with a gentle assault on my wife’s senses.

She lay sprawled on her back, a landscape of pale skin and soft curves illuminated by the pale moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains. Her breathing was deep and rhythmic, a comforting soundtrack to my burgeoning anticipation. The scent of lavender from her pillow spray mingled with the faintest trace of her perfume, a heady combination that sent shivers down my spine. I watched her for a moment, lost in the details of her form – the slight swell of her breasts, the delicate curve of her hips, the way her hair spilled across the pillow like a cascade of dark chocolate.

A wicked grin spread across my face as I rose from my side of the bed, my movements slow and deliberate, savoring the anticipation. The cool air on my skin was a welcome contrast to the heat building within me. I padded silently across the room, my bare feet padding softly on the hardwood floor. My gaze lingered on the bedside table, where the purple Swan vibrator rested, gleaming under the moonlight. Beside it sat a small bottle of our coconut oil, its amber hue catching the light.

Easing the duvet from her lower body, I exposed her vulnerable flesh, the anticipation now almost unbearable. The sight of her unshielded pussy, smooth and pink, sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. My cock, already tense and eager, stood rigid at attention, yearning for the touch of her receptive lips. I took the vibrator from the table, feeling its cool plastic against my fingertips, and proceeded to coat it generously with the liquid coconut oil. The scent of the tropical fruit filled the air, a sensual aroma that further heightened my arousal.

As I prepared for my next move, I took a moment to appreciate the perfection of the situation. She was in a deep sleep, blissfully unaware of the pleasure she was about to receive. The moonlight cast long, dramatic shadows across the room, creating an atmosphere of both intimacy and forbidden desire. It was the perfect stage for my carefully orchestrated act of domination.

My hand trembled slightly as I moved closer, my eyes never leaving her body. The moonlight accentuated every curve and contour, transforming her into a breathtaking vision. The slight breeze that drifted through the open window sent a shiver down my spine, and my leg inadvertently brushed against her, leaving a damp trail of pre-cum in its wake. A silent promise of the pleasure to come.

With a deep breath, I reached out and gently removed her legs from beneath her, pulling them up and bending her knees. The angle was perfect, maximizing her pleasure and ensuring that her pussy was fully exposed. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat echoing my mounting excitement. This was it. The moment of truth.

Carefully, I eased the duvet away completely, revealing her vulnerable body in all its glory. The sight of her nakedness ignited a fire within me, a primal urge to possess and consume her completely. I looked down at my own erect cock, swollen and glistening with anticipation. It was ready.

Without hesitation, I inserted the vibrating vibrator into her receptive pussy, feeling its cool plastic against her delicate flesh. The initial sensation was surprisingly gentle, but as I increased the speed, the vibrations intensified, sending shivers throughout her body. Her muscles tensed, and a small moan escaped her lips. I continued to build the tension, pushing the vibrator deeper and deeper, feeling her body respond with increasing intensity.

Her eyes snapped open, wide with surprise and pleasure. Her hands instinctively shot down to protect herself from the invading toy, but I gently guided them away, keeping them occupied while I continued my assault. The pleasure she was experiencing was palpable, radiating from her entire body. I could feel her struggling to maintain control, her body writhing in anticipation.

My own arousal reached fever pitch, and my cock began to pulse with insistent energy. I squeezed the two small buttons on the vibrator, increasing its speed and intensity, while simultaneously humming a low, guttural moan of pleasure. The bunny ears buzzed against her sensitive flesh, creating an overwhelming sensation of pleasure.

Her body jerked violently as she began to spasm, her breathing becoming ragged and shallow. The moonlight caught the sweat glistening on her skin, highlighting the raw intensity of her response. I pressed harder, determined to push her to the brink of ecstasy.

Then, without warning, she let out a piercing shriek and pulled the vibrator out, slapping her hands down to cover her eyes. My heart sank, fearing that I had gone too far. But as I watched her, I realized that her reaction wasn't one of pain, but rather of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her body continued to shake, and her thighs trembled with each violent spasm.

As if summoned by her reaction, I launched myself onto her, plunging my cock deep into her receptive pussy. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and dominance. My balls slammed against her arse as I lost all control, unleashing a torrent of cum that filled her entire body.

We lay there entangled, our bodies slick with sweat and arousal. The moonlight streamed through the open window, bathing us in its silvery glow. I could feel her breathing heavily against my chest, her body responding to the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing.

Without a word, we simply clung to each other, savoring the moment of shared ecstasy. The scent of coconut oil and sweat filled the air, a potent reminder of the sensual experience we had just shared. As my cum continued to flow, I knew that this was just the beginning of our nightly rituals, a testament to our shared desire and our unyielding passion. We did not bother to clean up, allowing ourselves to wallow in the aftermath of our encounter, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of the moment. Soon, exhausted and satisfied, we drifted off to sleep, cuddling in the damp spot on the bed, the memory of our shared awakening lingering in our minds.

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