Midnight Submission: Raw Desire

The rain hammered against the patio doors, a relentless rhythm against the backdrop of the inky black sky. It was a fitting soundtrack to the simmering heat between us, the air thick with unspoken desires and the lingering scent of last night’s abandon. My husband, Liam, stood silhouetted in the doorway, a dark, brooding figure against the pale moonlight filtering through the storm clouds. He’d been gone for twelve hours, a world away filming some pretentious indie film, leaving me restless and yearning for his touch, his dominance. The insistent drumming of the rain had only amplified my craving, feeding a primal hunger that threatened to consume me.

I’d paced the living room for hours, unable to settle, the memory of our passionate encounter replaying in my mind with painful clarity. The memory of his hands, rough and strong, digging deep inside me, the taste of his cum, the overwhelming pleasure, all battling for dominance in my senses. The memory left me raw and exposed, desperate to feel the same intensity again, to surrender completely to his control.

As if sensing my agitation, Liam crossed the room, closing the distance between us. He didn’t speak, just reached out and gently cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs tracing circles on my cheekbones. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fresh wave of desire. He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin, and brushed his lips against my ear. “You’ve been restless,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my core. “I can feel it.”

His words were a permission slip, an invitation to indulge in my darkest fantasies. Without hesitation, I moved towards the balcony, pulling open the sliding glass door and stepping out into the storm. The rain lashed at my face, but I barely noticed, lost in the anticipation of the pleasure to come. I stripped off my clothes, letting them pool at my feet, and lay down on the chaise lounge, pulling my knees up to my chest. The cool metal of the chaise dug into my skin, but it was a welcome discomfort, a reminder of the physical sensations I craved.

Liam joined me, sitting beside me and wrapping his arms around my waist. His body heat radiated through my clothes, sending shivers down my spine. He began to tease me, slowly, deliberately, running his fingers along my ribs, across my stomach, down my thighs. Each touch was a tiny spark, igniting a fire beneath my skin. My breath quickened, my heart pounded against my ribs, and my body began to tremble with anticipation.

“You want this, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear, his voice husky with desire. “You want me to take you.” I didn’t answer, just nodded, my eyes locked on his. The rain continued to fall, creating a blurry, distorted view of the world outside, but all my attention was focused on the man beside me, on the electric charge that crackled between us.

Liam shifted his weight, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. He took my hand, his grip firm and possessive, and began to slowly grind his pelvis against mine. The movement was gentle at first, a tentative exploration, but soon it grew more insistent, more demanding. My muscles tensed, my breathing became shallow, and my body arched in response. The pleasure built slowly, steadily, until it reached a fever pitch.

He lowered his head, his lips meeting my neck, and began to suck deeply, his tongue exploring the sensitive skin beneath my hairline. The sensation was exquisite, both intense and overwhelming. I moaned, lost in the throes of pleasure, my body convulsing with each thrust. Liam continued to grind against me, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate.

Suddenly, he shifted his position, pulling me closer and pressing me against the balcony railing. The rain felt colder now, but the heat radiating from his body was a welcome comfort. He lifted his hand and caressed my face, his fingers tracing the curve of my cheekbone, the line of my jaw. He then moved down, running his hand along my breast, teasing and tantalizing before finally plunging his hand deep into my cleavage. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fresh wave of desire.

Liam's hand slipped further, his fingers sliding down my body, finding their way between my legs. He pulled me closer, positioning himself so that his hard cock was pressing against my clammy skin. I arched my back in anticipation, my muscles tensing, ready for the inevitable.

With a grunt of pleasure, he began to thrust, slowly at first, then with increasing force. The sensation was exquisite, both intense and overwhelming. I moaned, lost in the throes of pleasure, my body convulsing with each thrust. Liam continued to grind against me, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. The rain continued to fall, creating a blurry, distorted view of the world outside, but all my attention was focused on the man beside me, on the raw, primal pleasure he was delivering.

As he reached a fever pitch, I lost all control, letting out a series of muffled screams. Liam didn't stop, continuing his assault on my senses. Finally, with a final, earth-shattering thrust, we both came at once. The release was intense, overwhelming, leaving me breathless and trembling. Liam pulled out, panting, and continued to caress me, his touch both gentle and demanding.

The rain continued to fall, washing away the sweat and the pleasure, leaving behind only the lingering scent of desire and the memory of our shared intimacy. Liam leaned down and kissed me deeply, his lips stained with my blood. As he pulled away, he whispered, “You like this, don’t you?” I nodded, unable to speak, too overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the aftermath of our passionate encounter. As the first rays of dawn began to break through the storm clouds, we lay there, intertwined, savoring the memory of the night and anticipating the next time he would take me.

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