Morning Heat: Ben's Devotion

The early morning sun streamed through the gauzy linen curtains of our king-sized bed, casting a warm, honeyed glow across the room. I lay on my side, my silk pajama top clinging to my curves, my husband Ben positioned behind me, his massive, hard cock pressing intimately against my gown-clad ass. A low moan escaped my lips as his warm breath brushed against my neck, followed by a playful flick of his tongue at my earlobe. Instinctively, I turned my head, seeking his lips, and we locked in a passionate, intertwined kiss, our tongues exploring each other with unrestrained desire.

“I love you, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with affection, as his large hand gently took hold of my right breast, holding it tenderly against his chest. The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine.

“I love you too, darling,” I replied, my voice breathless, “I love you so much.” Another deep kiss followed, and I could feel the molten heat of my passion building within me, a desperate yearning for his touch, a hunger that demanded to be satisfied. My pussy was already becoming increasingly moist, a clear indication of the pleasure to come.

Slowly, deliberately, Ben began to lift my gown up, pulling it back just enough to reveal the curve of my waist and the delicate swell of my hips. His hand then made its way between my legs, cupping my pussy with a possessive tenderness that made my heart race. I lifted my right leg slightly, giving him better access to my eager, throbbing cunt, anticipating the exquisite pleasure he was about to deliver.

“Baby, that feels so good,” I whispered, my voice laced with anticipation, as his hand gently began to stroke my pussy. Each caress sent waves of heat rippling through my body, igniting a fire within me. A gasp escaped my lips as he slipped a finger into my receptive opening, deepening my pleasure.

“You're so warm and wet, baby,” he murmured softly into my ear, his warm breath sending delightful shivers down my spine. The intimacy was intoxicating, the connection palpable.

“I’m always wet for you, baby,” I replied, my breathing becoming more pronounced as he continued his slow, deliberate exploration. I reached behind me, my fingers tracing the contours of his swollen cock shaft, a silent invitation to continue. “Love me, baby! Make love to me! I need you inside me!” I cried out, my voice filled with desperate longing, pleading for release.

We kissed with a deep, primal hunger, our love intertwined with a raw, consuming passion. The air crackled with electricity as we leaned in closer, our bodies pressed together, our hearts beating in unison. I moaned as I felt the swollen head of his cock pushing against my hot entrance, a tantalizing prelude to the pleasure to come. Slowly, inch by glorious inch, he entered me, his body pressing against mine, locking us in a passionate embrace.

“Mmmmmm, baby! Fill me up, baby! Sooooo good!” I gasped as he pushed deeper, holding it steady without moving, savoring the exquisite sensation. I had always loved this feeling, the fullness, the release, the complete surrender to his control.

As he continued to thrust, we remained silent, lost in the moment, our shared pleasure transcending the need for words. The only sounds were the soft creaks of the bed and our ragged breaths, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. I slipped my hand to my clit, gently fingering myself as he continued to pump his cock into me in deep, steady strokes. The anticipation was almost unbearable, building with each thrust, each movement. Soon, I felt the first surges of my orgasm begin to swell deep inside me, a wave of pleasure washing over my senses. My breathing became rapid and shallow, my body tensing with anticipation.

“B-Baby, don’t stop! I’m gonna cum! Ohhhhhh, I’m cumming!” I groaned, my voice choked with pleasure, as my orgasm took over, my body jerking and trembling in sweet release. We kissed as my climax reached its peak, my body writhing in ecstatic abandon.

“Baby! Gina! Grrrrmmmph!” Ben growled, his voice filled with primal pleasure, as he pushed even deeper, his cock throbbed with the release of his warm seed, showering my receptive depths with its life-giving essence.

We lay there still connected in our post-orgasmic haze, his cock slowly softening inside me. I loved those moments, those quiet moments after the storm, when we could simply bask in the afterglow of our shared pleasure. “Well, good morning to you,” I said playfully, pulling his arm tighter around me.

“Good morning,” he replied with a chuckle, then kissed me deeply.

I sighed softly, feeling the lingering heat of our encounter, as he pulled his dick from my pussy. I felt a warm trickle of his cum oozing from my slit, splattering onto my ass crack. “Look what you did, mister!” I laughed, pointing to the wet spot on the sheet. I quickly rose from bed, removing my gown as I walked, eager to wash away the evidence of our passion. Ben followed, shedding his clothes as well, and we proceeded to shower together, cleansing our bodies and preparing for the day ahead.

After a brief, invigorating shower, we stepped out and dressed. I slipped on my Nashville Predators hockey jersey and some comfortable jeans. “I’m gonna go meet Brian and hit some golf balls around. Unless you have something planned that I should know about,” Ben said, pulling on his jeans and a dark green Polo shirt.

“Really? I see, you're going to screw me now? You're gonna leave me!” I replied, feigning disappointment.

Ben looked at me with a touch of concern in his eyes. “Hey, look, I…,” he started to say, but I quickly interrupted him. “I’m kidding, baby! You go and have fun playing with your balls!” I said with a laugh, then walked over and kissed him. “But save this pair for me!” I said, reaching down and cupping his crotch.

Opening the bedroom door, I ventured into the kitchen and brewed a fresh pot of coffee. “Want me to fix you something to eat before you go?” I asked Ben.

“No, I’ll stop and pick something up on the way,” he replied as he slipped on his shoes.

After Ben left, I made some fluffy French toast and then coaxed Randy out of bed. We were scheduled to meet Kristie at the mall, and then we would all head to Cynthia’s house for her birthday celebration. I had to purchase a thoughtful gift for my best friend, and I planned to treat her to a luxurious birthday dinner and a girls’ night out. I spent a considerable amount of money on her gift, a beautiful bottle of perfume and a stylish outfit, hoping Ben wouldn’t have a fit.

It was a little after 3 pm when I finally returned home, Randy and Kristie having enjoyed a movie together. I honked the horn of my car as I pulled into the driveway. “Hey babe! How long have you been home?” I asked, taking my bags from the back of the car.

Ben was standing outside his truck, sipping on a canned soda. “Not long. What’d you get? Did you have fun?” he inquired, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Yeah, it was nice. Not too crowded, thankfully. Got Cynthia a couple of things for her birthday today. Remember I’m going to celebrate it with her and the girls tonight. Got me a new pair of boots and a pair of jeans,” I replied.

“I remember. What time are you leaving?” Ben asked, observing me carefully. “Where is Randy?”

“Randy’s with Kristie, they were going to see a movie,” I said, pulling my keys and sunglasses from my purse. “Gail is going to pick me up around 6:30.”

Setting my keys and sunglasses down on the kitchen table, I began to wrap Cynthia’s gift, carefully selecting the perfect wrapping paper and a beautiful bow. Just as I finished securing the ribbon, I noticed Ben standing at the bedroom door, leaning against the frame and sipping on his soda. He was radiating a palpable sense of desire, his eyes locked on me with an intense gaze.

“So, how did the golf thing go? How was Brian doing?” I asked, trying to divert his attention.

He took a long swallow of his soda before replying, “It went alright. My game was a little off today, but I enjoyed it. Brian was good.”

“Well, as long as you enjoyed yourself. Is there anything special you want me to fix for supper before I leave?” I inquired, hoping to delay the inevitable.

“No need. I’ll go pick up some barbecue, kinda hungry for some ribs,” he said, a playful smile spreading across his lips.

“Okay. What are you smiling about mister?” I asked, glancing at him with amusement.

“Oh, just admiring how beautiful and sexy you are,” he replied, his voice low and suggestive.

“You’re too sweet! Need to have your eyes examined, but sweet nonetheless. Love you!” I said with a playful laugh, then leaned in and kissed him passionately.

“Love you too. I can see just fine, darlin! You know, there's something special you can do for me before you leave.” He said, placing his can on the dresser.

“What is that?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

Ben walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Suck my cock!”

I giggled, then put my hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer. I kissed him deeply, my body yearning for his touch. He shifted slightly, placing his hand on my lower back, guiding me closer to him.

“Tell you what, you give me a blowjob and I will cook supper tomorrow night. Plus, if you're really good, I will treat you when you get home tonight. How does that sound my love?” He said, his voice a low rumble.

“Mmmmmm, you make it hard for a girl to say no! I'm always wet for you baby! ” I replied, then ran my fingers over his hairy belly, teasing him before turning to face him. I placed my hands on his chest and kissed him, my mouth moving rhythmically against his lips.

“You’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you?” Ben said, his voice a mix of amusement and desire.

“That’s right! I’m a naughty little slut, and you’re going to beg for this pussy before I’m done my lover!” I said, pushing him back against the headboard. I then quickly unzipped my jeans, pulling them down and letting my right leg drop free. As he approached, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the pleasure he was about to deliver. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but the thought of his touch, his passion, made it all worthwhile.

Ben quickly grabbed my leg, pulling me closer. With a deep sigh, he began to insert himself into my receptive opening, his body pressing against mine in a perfect fit. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and utterly delicious. I moaned as he continued to thrust, my muscles clenching with pleasure. The world around us faded away, leaving only the feeling of his body inside me, the rhythm of our movements, and the intoxicating scent of our shared passion.

“Mmmmmm, baby! Fill me up, baby! Sooooo good!” I gasped, my voice barely audible above the sounds of our bodies moving in unison. His thrusts grew more forceful, more insistent, as he pushed deeper, feeding my pleasure with each movement. My body was shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps, as I lost myself in the intensity of the moment. I felt a wave of heat wash over me, and my orgasm began to build, threatening to overwhelm me completely.

“B-Baby, don’t stop! I’m gonna cum! Ohhhhhh, I’m cumming!” I shrieked, arching my back in ecstasy as my orgasm reached its peak, my body jerking and trembling uncontrollably. Ben grunted with pleasure as he pushed even deeper, his cock throbbed with the release of his warm seed, showering my receptive depths with its life-giving essence.

We lay there still connected in our post-orgasmic haze, his spent cock slowly softening inside me. I loved those moments, those quiet moments after the storm, when we could simply bask in the afterglow of our shared pleasure. “Well, good morning to you,” I said playfully, pulling his arm tighter around me.

“Good morning,” he replied with a chuckle, then kissed me deeply.

I sighed softly, feeling the lingering heat of our encounter, as he pulled his dick from my pussy. A warm trickle of his cum oozed from my slit to my ass crack. “Look what you did, mister!” I said with a laugh, pointing to the wet spot on the sheet as I rose from bed and made my way to the bathroom, removing my gown as I walked. Ben followed, shedding his clothes as well, and we proceeded to shower together, cleansing our bodies and preparing for the day ahead.

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