Seven Nights of Blissful Devotion

The rain hammered against the windows of our secluded cabin, a primal rhythm mirroring the insistent pulse in my own veins. Six nights. Six nights of unadulterated pleasure, a dizzying descent into a world of touch, taste, and breathless anticipation. Now, on the seventh, the air crackled with a heightened electricity, a shared understanding that this wasn’t just another night of passion; it was an experience we were determined to savor, to push the boundaries of our desires. My husband, Liam, was as eager as I was, his eyes gleaming with a lust that bordered on feverish. He craved the ritual, the meticulous attention I brought to his pleasure, and he’d made it abundantly clear that the sensual massage was paramount.

The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the rich aroma of the coconut oil I’d chosen for the occasion, a luxurious balm that promised to melt away any tension, any inhibitions. We stripped naked, the simple act of discarding our clothes feeling like a shedding of burdens, a preparation for the immersion to come. Liam lay face down on the plush mattress, his head nestled against the pillow, a picture of languid submission. It was time for the beginning.

I knelt beside him, my fingers tracing the curve of his spine before applying a generous amount of oil to his back. The warmth of my hands seeped into his skin, loosening the knots and tensions that had accumulated throughout the day. My palms pressed firmly into his lower back, working my fingers upward, a slow, deliberate dance of pleasure. The muscles beneath my fingertips tensed and released, responding to my touch with a subtle tremor.

His neck had been stiff, a consequence of a particularly grueling day on the property. I eased the rigidity, kneading the muscles around his spine and shoulders, feeling the release of tension as they yielded to my touch. Then, I shifted my focus, lowering myself until my breasts rested against his back, the warmth radiating from my skin a silent invitation. The kiss on his head and cheek was light, playful, a prelude to the deeper sensations to come. My hands moved across his biceps, massaging the muscles with a slow, rhythmic pressure, feeling his body respond with sighs of pleasure.

Rising once more, I shifted my weight, my wet ladyplace pressing against his lower back, a thrilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh yes, my favorite!" he groaned, his voice thick with anticipation. "Your lovely ladyplace wetting my back and butt gets my cock so hard! Oh, that feels great, baby.” The words were a release, a declaration of his intense desire. I continued my ministrations, running my wetness across his back and the sensitive skin of his buttocks, each movement eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. Simultaneously, I massaged his scalp, my fingers tracing the contours of his skull while keeping my attention focused on the exquisite sensation of his arousal. As I humped him, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me, culminating in a powerful, explosive orgasm.

I gasped, drawing in a deep breath, feeling the lingering heat of the release coursing through my veins. Watching his handsome face contort with pleasure, listening to his ragged breaths and moans, fueled my desire even further. He turned from beneath me, pulling himself up on his elbows, a look of pure ecstasy in his eyes. “You orgasming is always the best part,” he murmured, stroking my wetness with his hand, savoring the lingering sensation.

I lowered myself onto his lap, feeling the anticipation build as he prepared to meet my needs. The throbbing pleasure of my vagina responding to his touch was overwhelming, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless. We wrapped our arms around each other, clinging to one another as we sat motionless, lost in the moment. A gentle kiss turned into a passionate one, our bodies intertwined, our breaths mingling. Then, the inevitable happened. He thrust from beneath me, the force of his movements sending shivers through my body.

I responded in kind, thrusting back and forth, enjoying the intense pleasure of his big cock against my delicate flesh. The throbbing sensation was exquisite, a shared experience of pure, unadulterated desire. He felt my smooth, soft skin as he reached for my breasts, his fingers tracing the contours of my nipples before licking them with a slow, deliberate motion. The tingling sensation that followed was electrifying, intensifying my pleasure. I thrust even faster, my body responding to the escalating intensity.

My husband bucked up from under me, his body tensing as he strained against my grip. He screamed, a primal sound of pleasure and release, as he throbbed inside of me. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing me to the very edge of ecstasy. I felt my muscles loosen, my body relaxing as I came down, still clinging to him, lost in the aftermath of our shared pleasure.

We kissed again, and again, our lips meeting in a desperate embrace. Finally, exhausted but content, we lay down on the bed, our bodies intertwined, our hearts beating in unison. My arm crossed over his torso, finding a comfortable position on his shoulder. His hand rested on my forearm, stroking me gently, a silent acknowledgment of the incredible experience we had just shared.

He loved the sitting position, he’d said before, because it allowed him to watch me, to touch me wherever he pleased, especially my breasts. It was a testament to his dominance, his complete control over our shared pleasure. As I drifted off to sleep, lulled by the rhythmic sound of the rain and the warmth of his touch, I knew that this was only the beginning. Six nights had laid the foundation for a future filled with endless possibilities, a world where pleasure reigned supreme. The cabin, once a refuge from the storm, now felt like a sanctuary, a place where we could lose ourselves in each other, lost in the intoxicating embrace of our desires. The rain continued to fall, washing away the remnants of the day, leaving behind only the promise of another night, another adventure, another descent into the depths of our shared lust. The thought alone was enough to send shivers down my spine.

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