Sudden Wet Embrace

The phone rang, shattering the quiet of the afternoon. I answered, my voice a low rumble, and told my wife I’d be over in fifteen minutes to take her for a walk. She agreed, but there was a strange delay in her response, a hesitation that made my pulse quicken. When I arrived at the door, she stood there in a flimsy housecoat, clearly just emerged from the shower, but the scent of her skin, warm and damp, sent a jolt through me. She pulled me inside, a brief, insistent hug followed by a forceful press of her tongue against my throat – oral sex, the beginning of something primal and urgent.

Her hands, cool against my skin, swiftly unfastened the clasp of her robe, revealing a breathtaking sight. She wore a provocative lace bralette, complete with sheer stockings and garter belts, a blatant invitation that sent shivers down my spine. The boldness of it, the sheer audacity of her display, ignited a fire within me. As she slid my pants down, revealing my fully erect member, she began to suck me with an unrestrained passion. Her touch was relentless, demanding, and utterly captivating. It was an experience I craved, a release that felt both brutal and exquisite. The heat built within me, a slow, insistent burn, as she expertly navigated the sensitive folds of my flesh. Her lips moved with a rhythmic precision, a sensual dance that heightened my awareness of every inch of my body. This was more than just pleasure; it was a connection, a shared experience of raw desire.

I felt the unmistakable signs of my approaching climax, the subtle shifts in my muscles, the quickening of my breath. “I want you to sit on my face,” I managed to gasp, my voice strained with anticipation. Instinctively, I lay prone on the floor, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my body. She obliged, straddling my face, her weight pressing down on my features. I lowered my head, inviting her to explore, and began to run my tongue over every inch of her body, savoring the texture of her skin, the curve of her cheekbones, the delicate arch of her jawline. The feeling was intoxicating, a symphony of sensations that pushed me closer to the edge. Her breasts moved in time with her breath, a captivating rhythm that fueled my arousal. I could feel the sweat gathering on my skin, a testament to the intensity of our encounter.

As we moved towards the bedroom, she retrieved a tube of KY jelly and a vibrator, small but potent. She coated my entire body in the slick lubricant, creating a slippery canvas for her ministrations. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she began to masturbate with the vibrator, her movements playful yet insistent, while simultaneously teasing my clitoris with her lips. I watched, mesmerized, as she expertly worked her way around my body, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. The vibrations intensified, sending shivers through my core, pushing me further into the depths of ecstasy. It was a perfect blend of stimulation and anticipation, a dance of desire that left me breathless.

I felt the urge to join in, to contribute to the pleasure exchange. She held my head gently, guiding my tongue as I explored the sensitive folds of her clitoris. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that threatened to consume me entirely. We ascended to the bedroom, the air thick with anticipation and unspoken desires. She placed a small, unassuming vibrator on the nightstand and began her own exploration, her movements slow and deliberate, each touch a calculated act of pleasure.

As she worked, my focus shifted to her. Her body, lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, seemed to pulsate with life, every muscle tensed with anticipation. The rhythmic vibrations of the vibrator filled the room, a constant reminder of the pleasure she was creating. I leaned closer, drawn in by her beauty and the sheer force of her desire. The heat intensified, building to a crescendo, as she expertly teased and tantalized my senses.

When she climaxed, a wave of pure ecstasy washed over me, leaving me weak and trembling. For a moment, we simply lay there, connected by the shared experience of pleasure. Then, she shifted, pulling my head back and gently pushing my erect member into her mouth. She swallowed every last drop of the fluid, her eyes closed in bliss. Her timing was impeccable, perfectly synchronized with my release, a testament to her understanding of my deepest desires. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a complete surrender to the moment.

As she relaxed, regaining her composure, she turned to me, a playful smile on her face. "Your turn," she said, her voice husky with pleasure. "What would you like?" Without hesitation, I replied, "Surprise me." She obliged, her touch gentle and confident as she began to kiss me, starting from my forehead and working her way down my face, her lips lingering on my skin. She then moved on to my neck, sucking my nipples with a playful aggression that sent shivers down my spine. She continued her exploration, nibbling on my chest, then caressing my stomach, before finally mounting me, her weight pressing down on my member.

She slowly rode up and down, her hips swaying rhythmically, each movement a deliberate act of pleasure. I grabbed her hips, pulling her closer, pushing her hard down onto me as we continued to engage in this intimate dance. The sweat poured from both of us, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. As I neared my own climax, she sensed my anticipation, jumping off my member and placing it directly into her throat, swallowing every last drop. It was a perfect, timed moment, a culmination of our shared desire. She continued to suck me, drawing out every last vestige of pleasure, until I was completely spent and limp. It was an experience that left me feeling both exhausted and utterly satisfied, a reminder of the potent connection we shared.

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