Shirt Racks & Goosebumps

The rain hammered against the windows of our bedroom, a relentless rhythm mirroring the fever building within me. My wife, Seraphina, lay sprawled on our king-sized bed, her back arched slightly, a delicate curve sculpted by years of intimacy. The scent of lavender and vanilla clung to her skin, a heady mix that always heightened my senses. Tonight, however, there was something else, a primal heat radiating from her pores, an invitation I couldn’t resist.

I rose slowly, savoring the anticipation, and moved towards her with deliberate grace. The silk pajamas she wore felt cool against my skin as I reached up, gently untying the straps that held them in place. As they slipped away, revealing her pale, supple flesh, a deep tremor ran through me. Her body was a masterpiece, a testament to the beauty of the female form, and the thought of possessing it filled me with an overwhelming desire.

I began with a slow, languid back rub, my fingertips tracing the contours of her spine, sending shivers down her skin. I moved systematically, starting at her lower back and working my way up, applying just the right amount of pressure to stimulate her nerve endings. The muscles in her back tensed beneath my touch, and I felt a hot flush creep up my own body. As I ventured closer to her erogenous zones, her breath hitched, and a low moan escaped her lips. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, a clear sign of her escalating arousal.

Her eyes fluttered closed, lost in the pleasure she was experiencing. I leaned in, deepening my massage, my hand lingering over her nipples. The sensation was exquisite, a potent mix of warmth and sensitivity that sent a jolt of electricity through my system. I felt my own body responding, a tightening in my thighs, a rapid pulse in my groin. My arousal intensified, fueled by her obvious enjoyment.

As I continued my exploration, I noticed she had shifted slightly, her body angling towards me, offering increased access. I seized the opportunity, my fingers tracing the delicate lines of her breasts, feeling the firm swell of her nipples beneath my fingertips. A powerful wave of desire washed over me, threatening to consume me entirely.

I peeled off her PJ shorts, one by one, each movement a deliberate act of seduction. The removal of her clothing was a slow, teasing ritual, designed to prolong the anticipation. As the last garment fell away, her body was exposed, a vision of pure, unadulterated beauty. Her pale skin gleamed in the dim light, and her curves were accentuated by the soft fabric of her pajamas.

With a gentle hand, I began to massage her ass, working my way up her inner thighs and lower back. My fingers danced across her sensitive skin, applying just enough pressure to elicit moans of pleasure. The rhythm was hypnotic, both stimulating and soothing, pulling her deeper into the experience. I kissed her up her back and neck, lingering over her sensitive spots, feeling her muscles tense and relax beneath my lips.

Finally, I reached her panty line, my fingers grasping the hem of her underwear. I pulled it down, exposing her exquisite backside. It was a moment of pure, uninhibited pleasure, a release of pent-up desire. She jiggled her hips, teasing me, drawing me closer, her body radiating heat.

As I continued to massage her ass, going back and forth between deep tissue massage and light, feathery touches, she leaned into my hands, her body arching against mine. The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that threatened to consume me. The scent of her sweat mingled with the aroma of lavender and vanilla, creating an intoxicating blend.

Suddenly, she shifted position, rolling onto her side to expose her entire body. Her movements were deliberate, designed to maximize my pleasure. I felt a sharp pang of tingles deep within my groin, a clear indication of her escalating arousal. She began grinding her hips against my face, her body pressing against mine, demanding my attention. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect combination of pleasure and dominance.

My wife is a wild card, a force of nature when it comes to pleasure. She knows exactly how to push my buttons, how to turn me on to the point of no return. She had learned to spread her legs and angle her hips, allowing for optimal access. I felt the strike of tingles deep within my groin, a primal response to her proximity.

"Put your cock in me," she commanded, her voice husky with desire. The words hung in the air, a declaration of her intentions. It was a phrase she rarely uttered, reserved only for moments of intense passion. Her request sent a surge of heat through my veins, confirming my suspicions. She was truly horny.

I couldn’t resist her call. With a swift, decisive movement, I plunged my cock into her waiting flesh. The sensation was incredible, a perfect union of pleasure and release. She shrieked with delight, pulling me closer, deepening our connection.

As I worked my way inside her, her wetness sent shivers down my spine. It was a sign of her intense arousal, a testament to her pleasure. I continued to rub and grind, exploring every inch of her body, savoring the exquisite sensations.

She whispered, "Oh you feel so good!" Her words were like a shot of adrenaline, fueling my desire even further. Her climax was inevitable, and I knew it would be magnificent.

As she reached the peak of her orgasm, I continued to grind into her pussy in a circular motion, maintaining my position deep inside her. Her body shuddered with pleasure, and her moans of ecstasy filled the room. I felt myself building towards my own release, a mirror image of her experience.

When I finally came, exhausted and exhilarated, I held her close, savoring the moment. Her orgasm had freed me to finally cum myself, and the sensation was intensely pleasurable. She insisted upon making me cum after she did, knowing that was the end for me until I rested up a bit. I’d much prefer to let her rest a minute and go back in for her, but she seemed compelled to bring me to climax.

She maneuvered us so that she was on top, drawing me away from her too-sensitive clit, and started to ride my cock up and down. The pleasure quickly overtook me, and I exploded inside her, losing all control.

In any event, that’s how she gets me really hard. I love fucking her! I want to do it now, but she’s not able, so I am left to dream about teasing, rubbing and licking her until I get that sweet command again: “Put your cock in me!” The rain continued to fall, a constant reminder of the primal forces at play within our bedroom. As I closed my eyes, lost in the memory of her body, I knew that this was just the beginning.

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