Skin Hunger: A Woman's Desires Unleashed

We were laughing, a shared, breathless joy that vibrated through the air. You climbed on top of me, straddling my waist with an insistent possessiveness, leaning down to kiss my lips. Your breasts pressed against my chest, a warm, insistent weight, skin to skin. It felt so good, a primal connection that bypassed thought and went straight to the core of my being. I wrapped my arms around you, pulling you closer as you kissed my neck softly, the way I always liked it – slow, deliberate, and utterly captivating. There certainly can be no man who loves to kiss as much as I do. The scent of you, a blend of sun-warmed skin and something uniquely, powerfully *you*, filled my senses.

Suddenly, it felt as if a door had opened, a hidden room revealed within our intimacy. You continued to kiss me, but now the kisses were different, more tender, more erotic, as you slightly parted your lips, your breath against my lips and face. It wasn’t forceful, not demanding, but an invitation, a subtle shift in control that both thrilled and unsettled me. Almost unconsciously, my hands slid down the curves of your waist, the small of your back, and then a bit lower. I clutched your hips in my hands, feeling the tautness of your muscles beneath the silk of your dress. You continued to kiss me, my lips, my face, my neck, my bare shoulders, down to my chest. Your lips retraced their path back to my lips, lingering on the sensitive skin of my collarbone. Your lips were warm to my skin, a comforting heat against the coolness of my own. I knew that my skin was cool to your lips, a sweet but salty taste mixing with the lingering warmth, a reminder of the raw, untamed desire that simmered between us. Your kisses changed again, more urgent, harder, lips parting even more, a clear signal that something was happening. I realized, with a delicious shiver of anticipation, that it was you who was in control. It was your need and your desire that were driving this encounter, pushing us past the boundaries of polite affection into a realm of pure, unadulterated lust. You were the huntress, the cheetah, the lioness, and I was to be the fulfilling of your need, the satisfying of your hunger. It was unbridled passion and lust that was the heat that I felt in your kisses and from your skin. I was not reluctant to accept this role. I wanted to be your prey, to be wanted by you. I relished that it was me, your husband, which you, my wife, had chosen to sate your hunger. I am my wife’s pleasure.

You began to nibble at my lips, my face, my ears, a playful torture that sent shivers down my spine. You pressed harder against my chest with your breasts, a constant, insistent pressure that intensified my arousal. My hands tightened their grip on your hips, digging into the muscles beneath your dress. Your kisses were now pure passion, driven with lust, your tongue tracing the contours of my body, exploring every inch of my skin. Your tongue slid into my mouth slowly, ever so softly, at first, a gentle prelude to the storm that was about to erupt. But as you shifted your legs just a bit, your thighs were now straddling my thigh, a new level of intimacy igniting within me. Your tongue was now everywhere at once, exploring the entirety of my mouth, tasting, licking my lips, teasing my gums. Your nibbles became more sharp as your lust became more fervent. I began to feel a warm, dampness upon my thigh, a signal of the pleasure building within me, a delicious anticipation of what was to come.

In the movement of our kissing, our chests, lower bodies, our thighs, our legs rubbed against each other. I had grown hard from my increasing lust, my muscles tensing, my breath quickening. But I did not want to take this further, not just yet. As you started to adjust your hips higher toward my hardness, I indicated with my hands for you not to move there, not just yet. I wanted your passion and hunger to rise to such a height, to a pinnacle that you had never experienced before. I wanted to see, to hear, to feel your lust in a way that neither you nor I had have witnessed before. Your kisses, if possible, became even deeper and more passionate, a desperate need that mirrored my own. You have never kissed me like this before. We both were overcome by the pure pleasure of this oral erogenous, sensuality, eroticism.

Your hands were now holding onto the sides of my face, pulling me closer, your fingers digging into my cheekbones. You licked my lips, my neck, my chest, your tongue a hot, insistent flame against my skin. I shuddered, a delicious tremor that intensified my arousal. Yes, I desired you. But more important at this moment, you desired me. You looked me in the eye, your gaze intense and knowing, and you smiled. Our lips touched again, a gentle invitation, a promise of what was to come. Our eyes were closed, lost in the sensation of your kiss, as deeper and deeper we leaned in, until a small moan escaped your lips. I answered with a similar groan of pleasure, a primal sound of release that echoed in the room. I was harder now than I think that I have ever been before. The dampness on my thigh had grown wetter, a testament to the pleasure that was building within me.

Your lips moved faster now, down my neck, over my chest, your breath hot against my skin. You kissed each of my nipples, letting your tongue flicker over them, teasing and tormenting in the best possible way. You nibbled, your teeth gently grazing my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. My hardness reached out to you in response, an eager invitation to continue the dance of desire. My hands moved on to your hips, so that my fingers were now being warmed by the inner flesh of your buttocks. You moved ever so slightly in agreement with my fingers as they tenderly touched your intimacy, a silent communication of our shared pleasure.

As your tongue continued to slide over my lips and into my waiting mouth, your legs once again moved to straddle my hips. Your wetness trailed over my hardness, a tangible reminder of your desire. We both sighed and arched our backs, unconsciously thrusting our sex towards that of the other. And just as it seemed that you were about to engulf my hardness with your wetness, you stopped. You pulled your head back slightly and smiled, a mischievous glint in your eyes, and then you began to move your hips up my body. Your wetness was obvious as your sex lips trailed a moistness up my abdomen. You moved into a position in which you were now straddling my abdomen, your knees to the sides of my chest. You straightened your back slightly, placing your hands on the top of my shoulders.

You looked me in the eyes as you told me, “Eat me. Lick me until I cum.”

Your words were the words that I dream of hearing. I had never heard them from you before. This was the first time in our years of marriage that you had spoken these words, words that I have only heard in my secret, personal fantasies. My ultimate desire is to pleasure you. Pleasing you has always been one of the most driving forces in my life with you and has been since our wedding night. For me, my orally loving you is the most intimate and the utmost way that I could pleasure you. You just asked for me to fulfill my ultimate fantasy.

Now it is my turn to smile as I more than happily reply. “I’d love to do that,” I softly said.

I am now the guide, the leader for a few minutes. Our deep, wet, passionate kissing continued for another minute or so as my hands were exploring your flat stomach, your hips, your thighs. You part your legs again, thrusting your mound upwards, indicating your need, your hunger. I pause for a moment as my eyes take in your neatly trimmed mound, which already glistens with wetness. An uncontrollable groan passes my lips and I feel my erection further grow. The ache in my groin has turned to an almost pain.

I must have been a bit too slow for you. You reach up, taking the back of my neck, pull my head toward your mound. But I stop with my lips just inches from you. I can see the individual drops of wetness that has flowed from you, glinting as dew on the petals of a flower. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of your arousal. I place my fingers onto your mound, the first direct contact. You are so aroused that my fingers slip easily over your mound, sliding gently between you labia. I begin to caress, to stroke your innermost lips and your soft, wet interior. Your fingers are now caressing, kissing your thighs and legs. Your hips are rising and falling in a quickening rhythm. You part your legs as you lift, thrust your mound upwards, indicating your need, your hunger. I pause for a moment as my eyes take in your neatly trimmed mound, which already glistens with wetness. An uncontrollable groan passes my lips and I feel my erection further grow. The ache in my groin has turned to an almost pain.

I have told you many times that I so much enjoy your derriere. Now, at this moment you can sense, you can feel my enjoyment of your womanly hips and buttocks. You move ever so slightly in agreement with my fingers as they tenderly touch your intimacy. As your tongue continues to slide over my lips and into my waiting mouth, your legs once again move to straddle my hips. Your wetness trails over my hardness. We both sigh and arch our backs, unconsciously thrusting our sex towards that of the other. And just as it seems that you are about to engulf my hardness with your wetness, you stop. Your pull your head back slightly and smile and then you begin to move your hips up my body. Your wetness is obvious as your sex lips trail a moistness up my abdomen. You move into a position in which you are now straddling my abdomen, your knees to the sides of my chest. You straighten your back slightly, placing your hands on the top of my shoulders.

You look me in the eyes as you tell me, “Eat me. Lick me until I cum.”

Your words were the words that I dream of hearing. I had never heard them from you before. This was the first time in our years of marriage that you had spoken these words, words that I have only heard in my secret, personal fantasies. My ultimate desire is to pleasure you. Pleasing you has always been one of the most driving forces in my life with you and has been since our wedding night. For me, my orally loving you is the most intimate and the utmost way that I could pleasure you. You just asked for me to fulfill my ultimate fantasy.

Now it is my turn to smile as I more than happily reply. “I’d love to do that,” I softly said.

I am now the guide, the leader for a few minutes. Our deep, wet, passionate kissing continued for another minute or so as my hands were exploring your flat stomach, your hips, your thighs. You part your legs again, thrusting your mound upwards, indicating your need, your hunger. I pause for a moment as my eyes take in your neatly trimmed mound, which already glistens with wetness. An uncontrollable groan passes my lips and I feel my erection further grow. The ache in my groin has turned to an almost pain.

I have told you many times that I so much enjoy your derriere. Now, at this moment you can sense, you can feel my enjoyment of your womanly hips and buttocks. You move ever so slightly in agreement with my fingers as they tenderly touch your intimacy. With the gentle fingers of one hand, I pull your hood tight, running my tongue tenderly, but firmly up and down and over your bud. Your fingers are now holding onto the sides of my face. You lick my lips. I shudder. Yes, I desire you. But more important at this moment, you desire me. You look me in the eye. You smile. Our lips touch again. Our eyes are closed. Deeper and deeper we kiss until a small moan escapes your lips. I answer with a similar groan of pleasure. I am harder now than I think that I have ever been before. The dampness on my thigh has grown wetter.

Your hands are now holding onto the sides of my face. You lick my lips. I shudder. Yes, I desire you. But more important at this moment, you desire me. You look me in the eye. You smile. Our lips touch again. Our eyes are closed. Deeper and deeper we kiss until a small moan escapes your lips. I answer with a similar groan of pleasure. I am harder now than I think that I have ever been before. The dampness on my thigh has grown wetter.

Your lips move faster now. Down my neck, over my chest. You kiss each of my nipples, letting your tongue flicker over them. You nibble. My hardness reaches out to you in response. My hands move on to your hips so that my fingers are now being warmed by the inner flesh of your buttocks. You move ever so slightly in agreement with my fingers as they tenderly touch your intimacy.

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