Silent Submission: A Bedroom Plea

You’re still gorgeous you know” he said. She’d heard him as she continued to work, meticulously arranging flower displays in the shop. “Want to go to the bedroom…and …?” The scent of lilies and roses hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort, but tonight, it felt distant, muted by an insistent, simmering heat that had taken root within her.

She put down her shears slowly, raising her head to look at her husband, Daniel, leaning against the counter, a playful glint in his eyes. “Is that your best come on?” she asked, a small smile curving her lips. It wasn’t a cruel tease, not really, more an acknowledgement of the unspoken desire that had been building between them for months. He smiled and winked, a wink she always loved, a silent invitation that sent shivers down her spine. Still in her floral-print blouse and slacks, she placed the shears carefully on a nearby shelf and stood, a deliberate movement designed to draw his attention, to heighten the anticipation. “Okay, I guess,” she told him, offering a casual shrug, as if she were simply granting him a request, but only as a dutiful wife. “I suppose I could.”

Daniel knew better. He’d seen the subtle shifts in her posture, the quickening of her breath, the way her gaze lingered on his chest. He knew she craved this, needed this, just as much as he did. Once she came around the table, once she reached his side, he took her hand lightly, a gentle pressure that sent a jolt of electricity through her. He waited, savoring the moment, allowing her to adjust to the sudden intimacy. She waited too, her heart pounding against her ribs, a primal rhythm mirroring his own.

He led her through the shop, past the bustling customers and the fragrant displays, toward the back room where their bedroom awaited. Before sliding into bed, he turned her around, a slow, deliberate motion that forced her to meet his gaze. She was smiling again, a genuine, unguarded expression that captivated him. Waiting for his best move, he figured, she was completely vulnerable, completely open. He undid the top button of her blouse, a small act of rebellion against the day’s routine, and as she watched his eyes and his face, still smiling and trying to take in the moments, she closed them and took in a deep breath of air. She exhaled, releasing the tension that had been building within her. She dearly loved her husband. He was kind and caring, always attentive to her needs, and he did almost everything he could to be there when he could. Today he was there for the family, although the family wasn't home. It was only her and him, a stolen sanctuary amidst the chaos of their lives. The two kids were with friends for the night, giving them the freedom to indulge in their desires without interruption.

“You have no idea how crazy I am about you still do you?” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.

Quietly she said back to him “I think I do” but smiled again as she said it, letting him know she wasn't entirely oblivious to the intensity of his feelings. He kissed her lips softly, a slow, lingering kiss that tasted of anticipation and longing, and for a long while, she simply returned the affection, lost in the sensation of his touch. “How are people at work treating you?” he said out of nowhere, trying to break the spell and inject a bit of normalcy into the situation, but his tone was laced with a playful challenge. She told him to not worry about them, to simply undress her. She told him to simply get her undressed. All she wanted was him against her, a raw, uninhibited encounter that would ignite their passions.

She wanted his body, his love, and all the fascinating sex they used to have all the time again. Those days were amazing. How they could seem to go on for hours at a time, fueled by mutual lust and pleasure, and he could sustain himself while she obtained orgasm after orgasm, then BAM, he finally came inside her. That part was the most terrific part of it all. Feeling him explode in her life he would… that was the most terrific portion of it all. She smiled, a silent acknowledgment of her own desires, a confirmation that she was ready to surrender to his touch.

He started to tell her something as he undid her fourth button, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone. She put a finger to his lips. “All I want is you, your body, and us naked across one another while I feel this” and she put the palm of her hand down across his soft crotch. “All I want is you and your undying love and this… That’s what I want.” Both smiled and he smirked at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.

He undid her last two buttons and saw her beautiful upper body. So trim, so full, and still so curvy in all its special ways… he could feel himself wanting her more and more. What was she thinking and feeling, he wondered? “What are you feeling right now?” he asked, his voice a low murmur, seeking to unravel the mysteries hidden beneath her calm exterior. Her eyes glazed over, a distant look in their depths, and a gentle smile crossed her face. She told him she wanted to lie down against him and play around, a playful invitation that promised a night of unbridled pleasure. He liked that idea, the suggestion of exploration and intimacy, a welcome contrast to the quiet anticipation that had filled the room.

Her nakedness against his… what a nice way to spend an evening with someone you truly love and admire. He pulled her in, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her close, holding her closely and lovingly, kissing her lips and she kissed him back hard too, her hands floating in his hair as if she never felt it before. He undid his shirt and pulled it off, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest, and she looked at the sleek bare chest, captivated by its masculine beauty.

With her shirt undone and her bra still on, his hand flirted upwards on her stomach, gently teasing her skin. She felt it and her eyes slowly closed as she felt it coming closer to her breasts. Touch them, squeeze them she thought. Uhhh ohhhhhhh … … touch them, she told herself. They took hold of her bra covered boobs lightly massaging them back and forth and up and down. “Mmmmmm” she said softly. “I like how you do that to me.” They gazed at each other as her hands dropped to undo his belt, the small act sending a surge of heat through her body.

She undid his pants and they fell to the ground, a cascade of denim revealing his sculpted legs and toned thighs. He stepped out of them as his hands lovingly patted across her breasts and upper body, a playful gesture that ignited her desire. He then undid her skirt and it fell down to the ground too, exposing her legs and her soft, pale skin. “Ready?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, a silent plea for him to take the next step. He smiled and told her always, a reassuring affirmation that he was ready to fulfill her every fantasy. They laughed quietly and slipped in to the bed, their bodies seeking the comfort of one another.

He pulled her body close and before she knew it he was kissing her madly, a passionate display of affection that sent her heart racing. “Mmmmmm I always have loved how you kiss me” she said, her voice trembling with pleasure, and he kissed her back hard too, his lips demanding, insistent. “Me too… I mean how we kiss that is” he said back to her and continued to kiss her, lost in the intoxicating sensation of their combined desire.

Before he knew it, her bra was undone and found its way to the bed, her beautiful swelling breasts unfolding before him, a sight that both terrified and thrilled him. He found himself crossing over them with his mouth, savoring the taste of her skin, lost in the moment of pure pleasure. He loved her more than ever and she loved him as much. She loved pinning his chest as she kissed it and rubbed it fondly. On top of him she leaned down on him to kiss his stomach. He lay feeling her tender kisses but watching her breasts as they hung waiting for him to take control of them. He always and still does, love them, and he grabbed hold of them while she kissed and petted his upper body.

“You still enjoy this?” she asked, her voice breathless, her eyes locked on his. He said nothing, allowing the question to hang in the air, a silent invitation to continue their sensual dance. “Well do you?” He still did nothing, maintaining the tension, feeding her desire. “Oh come one…stop that” she told him, a playful challenge that demanded a response. She noticed his eyes were focused on her boobs. She giggled. “what?” He nodded and smiled, confirming her suspicions and igniting a fresh wave of arousal. “Go on then” and she slid off him and lay back on their bed and she spread her arms out as if to say “They are all yours honey.” He dove down into both, into the cleavage, and he went at them hungrily, his hands expertly teasing her sensitive skin. He made her instantly horny. She loved how he not only kissed them but licked and sucked both.

She loved it more when he licked her nipples, her hand found its way between her legs… “OH AHHH OOOOHH MMMMM” she yelped loudly, a primal scream of pure pleasure, and she loved it and he wouldn’t stop.

Orgasm, he thought. I gotta get her to orgasm. Yes, oh yes… make her orgasm he told himself.

“OH…OH…EEHH…OOOOOOHH AHHH YES…OH YES” she said passionately, her body convulsing with each thrust, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythmic waves. “I want to feel you so bad!” And he dug into her fervently, his hands expertly maneuvering to find the right spot, maximizing her pleasure. Her ass rose and dropped crazily, her body twisting and turning as she fought for control, and he remained up inside her, determined to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. Suddenly she screamed so loud that he knew what he heard meant something dramatic. She orgasmed and she came along with repulsive movements throughout her body. Her body went haywire moving in every direction you could fathom. She was getting off on how he did her and seeing as he was hard… He climbed her body.

“I love you” he told her, his voice thick with emotion, a testament to the profound connection they shared.

“I…I know” she said, her voice weak with exhaustion and pleasure, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her release. She laughed, a joyous sound that filled the room, and he laughed back, a deep, rumbling sound of contentment. He didn’t know and it almost killed whatever mood was growing between them. She brought him down on top of her, craning for him to be against her body, and she wanted him there, close, as she prepared herself for another round of intense pleasure. She loved how he felt inside her, the sheer power and dominance he exuded, and she reveled in the sensation of being completely consumed by his lust.

Not pumping her madly, they lay together affectionately with him inside her, and he could feel himself wanting it… wanting to let go all he had for her. She asked him if he wanted to do it now. He said nothing but she knew better.

“Go on …. I want it so bad…” she said softly, her voice laced with anticipation.

He started off slow and in a few moments, he was going at her madly, a torrent of pleasure washing over her senses. She grabbed him and pulled him in hard with each thrust, clinging to him with all her might, determined to prolong the experience.

And before either knew it he was going off inside her. She loved it. She loved feeling it rampantly inside her. With her eyes closed, she fell in love with her husband all over again. Afterward, they lay side by side, entangled in a tangled mess of limbs and desires, their bodies radiating with the heat of their shared passion. She let her hand run over him, tracing the contours of his body, savoring the feel of his skin against hers. He shivered in delight, overwhelmed by her affection, and he knew, with absolute certainty, that this was just the beginning of their next adventure. He was by far the greatest man in the world to her. He knew how to make love and she loved that about him.

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