Midnight Shower: A Secret Desire

The scent of sandalwood and rain hung heavy in the air as I lay nestled in the plush velvet of our king-sized bed, a worn copy of “The Odyssey” resting on my chest. Ben, my husband, emerged from the en suite, a vision in stark white linen, his dark, slightly damp hair a halo around his sculpted features. A simple, elegant towel draped around his neck, clinging to the subtle curve of his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the mattress. It wasn’t a question posed out of genuine curiosity, but rather a carefully crafted opening to a game he’d been brewing for days. I glanced over my reading glasses at him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “Reading. What does it look like, silly?”

“I see that,” he replied, stepping closer, his presence immediately drawing me in. “Why are you not naked?” His tone held a playful challenge, a subtle hint of the role-playing scenario he’d planned.

Taking off my reading glasses, I shrugged, a hint of amusement in my eyes. “I didn’t know I was supposed to be.” It was a deliberate misstep, designed to pique his interest and set the stage for his grand entrance.

He paused, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Are you not my queen, my wife, and my lover?” he asked, a slight, theatrical accent coloring his words. It wasn’t entirely convincing, a little clumsy, but the intention was clear. “I think he was trying for a British accent, but missed on it pretty badly. Lol,” I giggled, still oblivious to the true scope of his plan. Despite my ignorance, I sensed his desire, the raw, insistent hunger that always simmered beneath the surface of our relationship. It was a familiar, intoxicating feeling.

He paused again, shaking his head with a knowing smile. Then, in his regular voice, he continued, “As King and ruler of this vast land, I think it not too much to ask that my queen is ready to accept me between her thighs when I so desire. Didn’t your handmaidens inform you of my desire to partake of your pussy for a night of pleasure?”

The realization hit me like a wave, a delicious surge of anticipation. It was a blatant invitation, a declaration of intent. My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic rhythm matching the growing heat in my belly. Ben was a huge fan of the History Channel, particularly stories of King Arthur and the Victorian Era, both eras rife with themes of power, dominance, and passionate encounters. I'd finally succumbed to his relentless teasing and agreed to indulge his fantasies.

Closing my book and carefully placing it alongside my glasses on my side of the bed, I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine. “I am so sorry my love; I was not informed of your desire. I shall have a talk with my hand maidens, my love. I am always willing to accept you, my love. My pussy, my mouth, my entire body is yours, my king. As is my heart, my love!” I replied, slipping off my silk gown, the cool fabric a stark contrast to the heat building within me.

Ben walked over to the end of the bed, his dark, thick cock slowly dancing over his ball sack. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him, the raw power radiating from him was almost overwhelming. My heart hammered in my chest, a frantic drumbeat against the rising tide of desire. My cunt felt hot and sensitive, responding eagerly to his proximity. The anticipation was exquisite, a torturous blend of pleasure and restraint.

He stood and stared at me for a moment, his eyes tracing the curve of my body, before saying, “Touch your breast, harden your nipples for me! Play with them! Lovely tits my queen!”

Without hesitation, I obeyed, reaching out to stroke and caress my nipples, drawing them taut and sensitive. The warmth spread rapidly, a delicious wave of heat that intensified my arousal. Ben remained standing at the end of the bed, his gaze unwavering, his hand slowly massaging his cock, causing it to swell and grow in length as he watched my tit play. The rhythmic movements were both stimulating and slightly unsettling, feeding the primal instincts within me.

With his hardening cock still in his hand, he slowly walked over to my side of the bed. He looked at me, a predatory glint in his eyes, and smiled. "Pleasure me with your mouth woman! Suck my cock!” he commanded, then removed his hand from his nearly full erection.

Without a word, I grasped his cock with my right hand and eagerly took him into my mouth. The taste of his sweat and arousal filled my senses, a potent combination that sent shivers of pleasure through my body. He groaned deeply as I tongued, kissed, and sucked on his hard cock, drawing forth a torrent of warm, salty fluid. It felt incredible, a release of tension and desire that left me breathless. Ben knew this was one of his favorite things to do, and I eagerly anticipated the moment when he would reach his climax.

“That’s enough my queen! Your cocksucking is extraordinary! I do not wish to cum this way!” he said as he pulled his cock from my mouth with a plop. The sudden release left me feeling slightly deflated, but also incredibly satisfied.

He stood and gazed at me for a moment, then said, “Get on your hands and knees!”

I complied, dropping to my hands and knees, my body arched in submission as I presented myself fully to him. The angle was perfect, allowing him a clear view of my ass and cunt.

“Such a lovely ass!” he said, running his hands over my ass cheeks, feeling the warm, moist skin beneath his fingertips. My body tensed involuntarily, anticipating the inevitable pleasure.

“However, your neglect to not know your husband’s desire, cannot go unpunished. You may thank your hand maidens for this,” he said, his voice laced with a playful cruelty.

A sharp sting shot through my ass cheeks as Ben’s hand slapped my skin, a brief, shocking reminder of his power. I yelped, burying my face in my pillow to hide my embarrassment. The pain quickly subsided, replaced by a renewed surge of arousal.

Smack! Smack! Smack! More slaps echoed through the room, each one accompanied by a fresh wave of pleasure. I writhed and moaned, surrendering completely to his control.

“You may prepare your pussy for fucking now woman!” Ben commanded, his voice dripping with anticipation.

I turned over and sat up, retrieving a tube of high-quality vaginal lubricant from my bedside table. The cool, silky texture against my skin was a welcome sensation, and I began applying it liberally to my vulva, coating my lips and inner walls in a layer of moisture.

“How do you want me, my love? My king!” Ben asked softly, his eyes filled with a possessive hunger.

“On your hands and knees!” he replied, his voice low and insistent.

I obliged, getting back onto my hands and knees, eager to submit to his every whim. My body trembled with anticipation as I awaited his touch.

Soon, I felt him approach, his presence filling the room with an electric charge. His hand gently ran over my lower back, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. The touch felt exquisite, a tantalizing prelude to the main event. Letting his hand rest on my lower back he began to enter me, slowly and deliberately.

I gasped, then groaned softly as the head of his cock pushed between my pussy lips, the sensation both shocking and intensely pleasurable. As he continued to thrust, deeper and deeper, my body arched in response, my muscles straining against his penetration. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic rhythm matching the rhythm of our encounter.

“Feels so good baby! I love having you inside me! That’s it, fuck me! Fuck my hot cunt! I love you! I love you so much!” I panted, my voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation.

Ben held my hips, his grip firm and possessive, and continued his passionate thrusting, bringing me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. His grunts and groans filled the room, a symphony of primal desire. Each deep stroke sent waves of pleasure through my body, culminating in a crescendo of sensation.

“So mmmm! So…mmmmph! Mmmmph! Fu-Fu-Fuck meet! Baby! Mmmm- grumpy! Am- mmmm I tight enough mmmm ba-baby!” I panted, my body convulsing as I struggled to contain the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fucking good pussy!” Ben roared as he pushed deeper, his body shaking with exertion.

“Better, mmmm-mmmm! Cumming! Ba-baby I’m cu-cu- cum mmmm ming!” I cried out, unable to hold back my moans as I neared the point of no return.

He continued his passionate thrusting, his grip tightening as he brought me closer to the ultimate release. My body trembled uncontrollably, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience.

“Yes baby, fuck me! Oh, damn baby, mmmm! Your dick feels so good! Mmmmmph-Mmmmmph-Mmmmmph!” I panted in short, quick pants, unable to articulate the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through my veins.

“Gonna cum! Fuck! Gonna cum! Grrrrrrmmmph! Fuck!” Ben bellowed as he pushed deep into me, his body convulsing with the force of his release.

He collapsed on top of me, his cock still buried deep inside me, whispering, “You are truly the Queen of my heart and my life. I love you!”

“I love you too my love!” I replied, leaning into his embrace, lost in the aftermath of our passionate encounter.

God bless and stay horny you’ll!!! Loves!??

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