Silent Night, Savage Heat

The kids were in bed for quiet time, and my wife and I were ready for some not-so-quiet time. We made the necessary preparations, removed our clothes, and shut the door. I lay on our bed with a corner of sheet covering my manhood while waiting for my wife to come out of the bathroom.

She stepped out, gloriously nude, and struck a playful pose. Then with a giggle, she leapt into bed next to me, burrowing under the covers. I leaned over to kiss her, but she coyly avoided my lips. So instead, I took the opportunity to suckle her bare breast. The warmth of her skin against my lips sent shivers down my spine, a delicious anticipation building within me. She shivered slightly, a subtle protest against my advances, but her body remained relaxed, inviting my touch. The scent of her skin, a blend of lavender and vanilla, filled my senses, intensifying my desire. As I continued to suckle, she began to writhe slightly, pulling the corner of the sheet off my midesection and grasping my fully engorged member. With a giggle and a quick kiss, she began to stroke me. The rhythmic pressure of her hand against my flesh sent waves of pleasure through my body, igniting a fire within me. I pulled the sheets off of her and reached for her vagina in an attempt to return the favor, but she closed her legs and rolled out of the way, a playful challenge in her eyes.

A slow, deliberate smile spread across my face. This was exactly the kind of game I enjoyed. I waited patiently, letting her regain her composure, before launching myself towards her. Finally, she relented, allowing me to plant a passionate kiss on her lovely mouth, her lips soft and yielding against mine. Then, with a quick, decisive movement, she opened her legs to my fingers, which quickly found their way inside her already moist opening. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of anticipation and release. Soon I found her G-spot, and she let out a moan, a primal sound of pleasure that resonated through our bed. Her eyes closed, and she tensed as the sensations washed over her, a wave of pure ecstasy consuming her entirely. Before her body hit a climax, she told me to “get out and bring that penis over here.”

Without hesitation, I did as she commanded. She was lying on her side in a position reminiscent of the fetal position, her body curved and relaxed. I applied some generous amount of lubricant to my hand and positioned myself below her ass, carefully entering her sideways. The initial penetration was gentle, a slow, deliberate exploration of her receptive tissues. As I deepened my thrusts, her body began to respond, her muscles tensing and contracting in anticipation. She gasped at my penetration as she always does, a delicate, vulnerable sound that sent shivers down my spine. I began to thrust, holding her uppermost leg and hip, focusing all my energy on maximizing her pleasure.

Suddenly, she shifted slightly and gasped, “Oh yeah! That’s the spot!” So I rode that particular spot to her first back-arching, screaming orgasm of the day. Her body convulsed with pleasure, a violent release of all her pent-up tension. As she was catching her breath, she rolled over onto her belly, pulling me over on top of her. I shifted with her and began to thrust downward hard and fast, feeling the heat of her arousal radiating through our bodies.

“Oh yeah!” She screamed, pushing her ass up to meet my thrusts until her back arched again in another orgasm. The sheer intensity of her pleasure was breathtaking, a torrent of sensations that left me breathless and wanting more.

I slowed as she came down from her most recent climax, leaning forward and kissing her back and neck. I traced a line between her shoulder blades with my tongue, which always seems to drive her crazy, eliciting a moan. She rotated her head back as I leaned forward and our lips met for a brief but passionate kiss. I began to thrust again, but instead of the hard downward strokes of before, I rotated my hips forward, pushing deeply, though gently, in and out. The rhythm of our movements, the heat of our bodies intertwined, created an atmosphere of intense intimacy and shared pleasure.

My wife moaned and lifted her shoulders off the bed, allowing my hands to grasp her breasts. Her moans became more insistent, and she began to push her hips back to meet my thrusts as her next climax built. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her ass cheeks and pussy gripping my shaft. The feeling was overwhelming, a surge of pure, unadulterated pleasure that left me trembling with excitement.

As she came down again, I sat back on my heels, pulling her hips along with me into a doggystyle position. I paused for a moment, running my hands over her back, marveling at the smooth curve of her spine and the delicate texture of her skin. Then, I reached back to take one of my hands and place it on her hair. Dutifully, I grasped her hair and pulled as I began to ride her ass. With the other hand, I grabbed her hips, pulling her into me with each thrust. It wasn’t long before she cried out and came again, her body arching in a desperate plea for more.

I kissed her neck, then released her hair, letting her recover. But she was not in the mood for waiting. She pushed back against me, making me sit back on my heels, then started sliding back and forth on my shaft. Not wanting to disrupt her rhythm, I lightly ran my hands over her back and hips as she rode my rod. She rode faster, making herself moan. I felt my own orgasm approaching and thought for sure that she would milk me dry in the next few pumps.

But instead she stopped and reached back with one hand to play with her clitoris. I was close to coming, but I didn’t want to interrupt her as she pleasured herself. So I slowed down, edging myself, as I ran my hands over her back and hips then reached forward to play with her boobs. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her tense as the next climax built. Then she released in a shuddering, pulsating orgasm.

I still had not come, and she was not done. She slid off of me and rolled onto her back. I lay on top of her and slid in easily. (She was dripping wet by now.) I began to thrust, gradually picking up speed. She pulled up her legs and grabbed her ankles, letting me plunge deep into her with each thrust.

I was, by this point, no longer on the verge of coming, but I remained pretty close. Still, by the hunger evident in the way she was kissing me, I could tell it would be a tossup who would come next. Releasing her ankles she dug her fingers into my back and writhed beneath me as another orgasm took her.

I kissed her neck, then released her hair, letting her recover. But she was not in the mood for waiting. She pushed back against me, making me sit back on my heels, then started sliding back and forth on my shaft. Not wanting to disrupt her rhythm, I lightly ran my hands over her back and hips as she rode my rod. She rode faster, making herself moan. I felt my own orgasm approaching and thought for sure that she would milk me dry in the next few pumps.

But instead she stopped and reached back with one hand to play with her clitoris. I was close to coming, but I didn’t want to interrupt her as she pleasured herself. So I slowed down, edging myself, as I ran my hands over her back and hips then reached forward to play with her boobs. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her tense as the next climax built. Then she released in a shuddering, pulsating orgasm.

I still had not come, and she was not done. She slid off of me and rolled onto her back. I lay on top of her and slid in easily. (She was dripping wet by now.) I began to thrust, gradually picking up speed. She pulled up her legs and grabbed her ankles, letting me plunge deep into her with each thrust.

I was, by this point, no longer on the verge of coming, but I remained pretty close. Still, by the hunger evident in the way she was kissing me, I could tell it would be a tossup who would come next. Releasing her ankles she dug her fingers into my back and writhed beneath me as another orgasm took her.

I kissed her neck, then released her hair, letting her recover. But she was not in the mood for waiting. She pushed back against me, making me sit back on my heels, then started sliding back and forth on my shaft. Not wanting to disrupt her rhythm, I lightly ran my hands over her back and hips as she rode my rod. She rode faster, making herself moan. I felt my own orgasm approaching and thought for sure that she would milk me dry in the next few pumps.

But instead she stopped and reached back with one hand to play with her clitoris. I was close to coming, but I didn’t want to interrupt her as she pleasured herself. So I slowed down, edging myself, as I ran my hands over her back and hips then reached forward to play with her boobs. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her tense as the next climax built. Then she released in a shuddering, pulsating orgasm.

I still had not come, and she was not done. She slid off of me and rolled onto her back. I lay on top of her and slid in easily. (She was dripping wet by now.) I began to thrust, gradually picking up speed. She pulled up her legs and grabbed her ankles, letting me plunge deep into her with each thrust.

I was, by this point, no longer on the verge of coming, but I remained pretty close. Still, by the hunger evident in the way she was kissing me, I could tell it would be a tossup who would come next. Releasing her ankles she dug her fingers into my back and writhed beneath me as another orgasm took her.

I kissed her neck, then released her hair, letting her recover. But she was not in the mood for waiting. She pushed back against me, making me sit back on my heels, then started sliding back and forth on my shaft. Not wanting to disrupt her rhythm, I lightly ran my hands over her back and hips as she rode my rod. She rode faster, making herself moan. I felt my own orgasm approaching and thought for sure that she would milk me dry in the next few pumps.

But instead she stopped and reached back with one hand to play with her clitoris. I was close to coming, but I didn’t want to interrupt her as she pleasured herself. So I slowed down, edging myself, as I ran my hands over her back and hips then reached forward to play with her boobs. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her tense as the next climax built. Then she released in a shuddering, pulsating orgasm.

I still had not come, and she was not done. She slid off of me and rolled onto her back. I lay on top of her and slid in easily. (She was dripping wet by now.) I began to thrust, gradually picking up speed. She pulled up her legs and grabbed her ankles, letting me plunge deep into her with each thrust.

I was, by this point, no longer on the verge of coming, but I remained pretty close. Still, by the hunger evident in the way she was kissing me, I could tell it would be a tossup who would come next. Releasing her ankles she dug her fingers into my back and writhed beneath me as another orgasm took her.

I kissed her neck, then released her hair, letting her recover. But she was not in the mood for waiting. She pushed back against me, making me sit back on my heels, then started sliding back and forth on my shaft. Not wanting to disrupt her rhythm, I lightly ran my hands over her back and hips as she rode my rod. She rode faster, making herself moan. I felt my own orgasm approaching and thought for sure that she would milk me dry in the next few pumps.

But instead she stopped and reached back with one hand to play with her clitoris. I was close to coming, but I didn’t want to interrupt her as she pleasured herself. So I slowed down, edging myself, as I ran my hands over her back and hips then reached forward to play with her boobs. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her tense as the next climax built. Then she released in a shuddering, pulsating orgasm.

I still had not come, and she was not done. She slid off of me and rolled onto her back. I lay on top of her and slid in easily. (She was dripping wet by now.) I began to thrust, gradually picking up speed. She pulled up her legs and grabbed her ankles, letting me plunge deep into her with each thrust.

I was, by this point, no longer on the verge of coming, but I remained pretty close. Still, by the hunger evident in the way she was kissing me, I could tell it would be a tossup who would come next. Releasing her ankles she dug her fingers into my back and writhed beneath me as another orgasm took her.

I kissed her neck, then released her hair, letting her recover. But she was not in the mood for waiting. She pushed back against me, making me sit back on my heels, then started sliding back and forth on my shaft. Not wanting to disrupt her rhythm, I lightly ran my hands over her back and hips as she rode my rod. She rode faster, making herself moan. I felt my own orgasm approaching and thought for sure that she would milk me dry in the next few pumps.

But instead she stopped and reached back with one hand to play with her clitoris. I was close to coming, but I didn’t want to interrupt her as she pleasured herself. So I slowed down, edging myself, as I ran my hands over her back and hips then reached forward to play with her boobs. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her tense as the next climax built. Then she released in a shuddering, pulsating orgasm.

I still had not come, and she was not done. She slid off of me and rolled onto her back. I lay on top of her and slid in easily. (She was dripping wet by now.) I began to thrust, gradually picking up speed. She pulled up her legs and grabbed her ankles, letting me plunge deep into her with each thrust.

I was, by this point, no longer on the verge of coming, but I remained pretty close. Still, by the hunger evident in the way she was kissing me, I could tell it would be a tossup who would come next. Releasing her ankles she dug her fingers into my back and writhed beneath me as another orgasm took her.

I kissed her neck, then released her hair, letting her recover. But she was not in the mood for waiting. She pushed back against me, making me sit back on my heels, then started sliding back and forth on my shaft. Not wanting to disrupt her rhythm, I lightly ran my hands over her back and hips as she rode my rod. She rode faster, making herself moan. I felt my own orgasm approaching and thought for sure that she would milk me dry in the next few pumps.

But instead she stopped and reached back with one hand to play with her clitoris. I was close to coming, but I didn’t want to interrupt her as she pleasured herself. So I slowed down, edging myself, as I ran my hands over her back and hips then reached forward to play with her boobs. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her tense as the next climax built. Then she released in a shuddering, pulsating orgasm.

I still had not come, and she was not done. She slid off of me and rolled onto her back. I lay on top of her and slid in easily. (She was dripping wet by now.) I began to thrust, gradually picking up speed. She pulled up her legs and grabbed her ankles, letting me plunge deep into her with each thrust.

I was, by this point, no longer on the verge of coming, but I remained pretty close. Still, by the hunger evident in the way she was kissing me, I could tell it would be a tossup who would come next. Releasing her ankles she dug her fingers into my back and writhed beneath me as another orgasm took her.

I kissed her neck, then released her hair, letting her recover. But she was not in the mood for waiting. She pushed back against me, making me sit back on my heels, then started sliding back and forth on my shaft. Not wanting to disrupt her rhythm, I lightly ran my hands over her back and hips as she rode my rod. She rode faster, making herself moan. I felt my own orgasm approaching and thought for sure that she would milk me dry in the next few pumps.

But instead she stopped and reached back with one hand to play with her clitoris. I was close to coming, but I didn’t want to interrupt her as she pleasured herself. So I slowed down, edging myself, as I ran my hands over her back and hips then reached forward to play with her boobs. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her tense as the next climax built. Then she released in a shuddering, pulsating orgasm.

I still had not come, and she was not done. She slid off of me and rolled onto her back. I lay on top of her and slid in easily. (She was dripping wet by now.) I began to thrust, gradually picking up speed. She pulled up her legs and grabbed her ankles, letting me plunge deep into her with each thrust.

I was, by this point, no longer on the verge of coming, but I remained pretty close. Still, by the hunger evident in the way she was kissing me, I could tell it would be a tossup who would come next. Releasing her ankles she dug her fingers into my back and writhed beneath me as another orgasm took her.

I kissed her neck, then released her hair, letting her recover. But she was not in the mood for waiting. She pushed back against me, making me sit back on my heels, then started sliding back and forth on my shaft. Not wanting to disrupt her rhythm, I lightly ran my hands over her back and hips as she rode my rod. She rode faster, making herself moan. I felt my own orgasm approaching and thought for sure that she would milk me dry in the next few pumps.

But instead she stopped and reached back with one hand to play with her clitoris. I was close to coming, but I didn’t want to interrupt her as she pleasured herself. So I slowed down, edging myself, as I ran my hands over her back and hips then reached forward to play with her boobs. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her tense as the next climax built. Then she released in a shuddering, pulsating orgasm.

I still had not come, and she was not done. She slid off of me and rolled onto her back. I lay on top of her and slid in easily. (She was dripping wet by now.) I began to thrust, gradually picking up speed. She pulled up her legs and grabbed her ankles, letting

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