Midnight Heat: A Summer's Embrace

The sun streamed through our bedroom window, bathing the room in a golden glow and warming my face. It had rained heavily the night before, a violent symphony of thunder and lightning, but I found a strange comfort in the aftermath. As I glanced at the clock, I noticed Ben asleep beside me, his nude form stretched out across the bed, a testament to a long and arduous day. His large morning erection, still visible despite his slumber, was a potent reminder of our recent intimacy. A thrill shot through me as I watched him, my pussy tingling with anticipation.

Despite needing to relieve myself, I resisted the urge to disturb his sleep, determined not to break the spell of our shared intimacy. With the utmost care, I eased out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, mindful of the delicate balance between my needs and his comfort.

Once finished, I returned to the bedroom, where Ben remained undisturbed in his sleep. I decided it was time to prepare a fresh pot of coffee, hoping to awaken my senses and ease my bladder. Slipping on my robe, I quietly opened the bedroom door and made my way to the kitchen.

There, I brewed a strong, dark roast, savoring the rich aroma as it filled the air. After discarding the three empty beer cans left carelessly on the counter by my dear husband, I settled onto the couch and flipped through the television channels, losing myself in the mindless chatter of daytime programming. An hour passed in a blur of sitcoms and infomercials, a welcome distraction from the insistent call of my bladder.

Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, I decided to rejoin Ben in bed. He was still lost in the world of dreams, his back to me as he lay on his side. Gently shutting the door behind me, I slipped off my robe and eased into bed beside him, snuggling close and wrapping my arm around his waist. The warmth radiating from his body was intoxicating, a comforting contrast to the cool morning air.

“Good morning, love,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, as he gently stroked my arm. A sleepy smile played on his lips. “I was just about to wake you, but I wanted to give you a little longer. You looked so peaceful.”

“Good morning, darling,” I replied softly, leaning into his embrace. “I’m sorry I didn't hear you come in last night. What time did you get home?” I kissed his sweet lips, savoring the lingering taste of him.

“Around one, I think,” he said, blinking sleep from his eyes. “It was a long day at the office.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked, my fingers tracing the contours of his chest.

“I spoke to you before you fell asleep, but you were so deeply relaxed, I didn't want to disturb your slumber,” he explained, a hint of possessiveness in his voice. “I enjoyed watching you sleep; it's a beautiful sight.”

“Aw, you’re sweet,” I said, then kissed him again. “I need to pee really bad, though. Let me go quickly.”

“Don’t take too long, handsome,” he said, his voice laced with playful anticipation. As I moved away, I couldn't help but notice the curve of his naked rear, a muscle-bound masterpiece that always left me breathless. It had been nearly four days since our last encounter, and the desire within me was building with each passing moment.

Moments later, I returned, my bladder finally empty. Ben was still asleep, his body relaxed and vulnerable. I decided to indulge in a little self-care before fully awakening him. Slipping back into bed, I settled against his chest, letting the warmth of his body envelop me.

“Randy's still asleep, isn’t he?” he murmured, gently stroking my hair.

“Probably,” I replied, feeling a surge of contentment. “He spent the night over at Cynthia’s with Billy and Clint. Rick mentioned something about taking them out on the river in his new boat sometime today.”

“Oh really? What kind of boat did he get?” Ben asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

“A silver and red bass boat,” I replied, picturing the gleaming vessel in my mind. “It looks absolutely stunning.”

“Well, I’m going to have to go check it out sometime,” he said, a hint of longing in his voice. “You know, I bought a boat a couple of years ago, but it’s starting to show its age.”

“Oh no! Don’t worry about it. I’m going to get a new truck pretty soon,” he replied, a touch of defensiveness in his tone. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a decent car.”

“What’s wrong with your truck?” I asked, leaning closer to him.

“The transmission has been slipping lately. I can use one of the company trucks until it gets fixed. Probably put it in Monday,” he explained, his voice laced with frustration.

“That’s good to hear,” I said, gently smacking his chest with my hand. “You’re going to need a new truck soon anyway!”

“Well, baby, it’s nine years old,” he said, chuckling. “Guess I’ll be looking for a new ride next year.”

“So, you’re going to sell this one?” I asked, my eyes searching his.

“Probably. Randy wants to get his license, so I might sell it and get him a car. Depending on how his grades hold up,” he replied, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“That’s great! Let’s hope he does well,” I said, then flicked my tongue over his nipple.

He laughed and said, “You know, baby, I’m feeling a little horny. It's been a while since we've had any action!”

“Well, you're in luck," I said, my voice soft. "Because I was just thinking the same thing. You know, last night I was admiring your big cock and those amazing muscles. It was so hard and swollen and the sight of it made me so excited.”

“Tell me more, darling,” he said, his voice a low purr.

“Oh, Ben, you wouldn’t believe it. I’ve been craving your touch all night long. You know how much I love feeling your hands all over my body, especially your fingers deep inside my pussy.” I whispered, pulling him closer. “I need you, baby, I really do.”

“You always know what to say, baby,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck. “Let’s get some action going, baby! I’m about to explode!”

As he pulled away, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a desire that mirrored my own. “Let’s go, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick with anticipation.

He gently pushed himself up from the bed, his body radiating heat. As he walked towards the bathroom, I couldn’t help but admire his muscular form, the way his muscles flexed with every movement.

“Don’t take too long, you magnificent hunk of man,” I called out, watching him disappear into the tiled sanctuary.

Minutes later, Ben emerged, his flaccid member and large, meaty balls visible beneath his damp clothes. He made his way back to the bed, his pace slow and deliberate, and settled back down beside me.

“Randy’s still asleep,” he murmured, gently stroking my arm. “I was just going to let you know that I was home. I didn’t really try too hard to wake you anyway. I enjoyed watching you sleep. I’ve got to piss like a Russian race horse!”

“Don’t take too long, you handsome hunk of man!” I replied, my gaze lingering on his muscular physique. “It’s been nearly four days since we last made love, and I’m dying for you, Ben. You know I am!”

“Not an issue, baby,” he said, his voice laced with playful arrogance. “I was just gonna let you know that I was home. I didn’t really try too hard to wake you anyway. I enjoyed watching you sleep. I’ve got to take care of myself first, but I will definitely take care of you this evening.”

As he continued to stroke my arm, I felt my pussy begin to swell with anticipation. The thought of his warm, moist cock entering me filled me with a powerful desire. "Oh, Ben, I want you, baby. You know I do."

“You are absolutely right, baby,” Ben replied, reaching for my pussy. “Let’s get this show on the road, baby.”

He inserted himself into my body, and the world around me faded away. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of his cock deep inside me, the rhythmic thrusting that sent shivers down my spine. I moaned with pleasure, clinging to him as he continued to penetrate me, his muscular body shaking with each thrust.

The pleasure intensified, and I realized that I was losing control. My body writhed and thrashed, begging for more. "Oh, Ben, you’re amazing! Take me to the brink!"

“You’re the best, baby,” he said, his voice a low rumble as he continued his assault on my senses.

As we continued our passionate encounter, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude for the man beside me. He was everything I had ever dreamed of, and I knew that our love would last a lifetime.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he withdrew, his breathing ragged. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, before succumbing to the sweet release of our shared pleasure.

“That was incredible, Ben,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

“You’re amazing, Gina,” he replied, nuzzling my neck. “Let’s do it again soon.”

As we drifted off to sleep, holding each other close, I knew that our love story was just beginning. And as I closed my eyes, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I had found my perfect match in the most unexpected way.

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