Sunday Morning Submission

The insistent chirping of the digital alarm clock ripped me from the most luxurious sleep I’d experienced in weeks. February 22nd. Sunday. The day I’d been looking forward to all week, the day I’d planned to dedicate entirely to my husband, Mark. Not just any Sunday, but the one where I’d finally get to unleash my desires upon him, to completely lose myself in the pleasure of his body.

As the last vestiges of sleep clung to me, a primal urge surged through my veins, a deep-seated need to possess and conquer. I stretched languidly, savoring the warmth of the bedsheets against my skin, and with a slow, deliberate movement, reached over to his side. The flannel pajama pants felt rough against my fingertips as I began my search, anticipating the satisfying feeling of his arousal. And there it was, a hard, insistent lump beneath the fabric, confirming my suspicions. It wasn’t quite ready, but it was definitely primed for my attention.

A slow smile spread across my face as I began to rub over his pants, feeling the heat build beneath my palms. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Mark stirred, his eyes still tightly shut, but his body responding to my touch, his muscles tensing with the promise of pleasure. It was exquisite, this slow, deliberate seduction, this silent communication of our mutual desire.

With a confident hand, I slid my fingers down the fly of his boxers, finding purchase and pulling them open slightly. The cool air rushed out, carrying with it the scent of his skin, a scent I knew intimately and adored. The sight of his pale, muscular torso sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to lose myself in his form, to explore every inch of his body, to make him beg for more.

Carefully, I inserted my hand into his pants, navigating the folds and creases until I found his cock, already hard and throbbing with anticipation. The feel of his skin against my palm sent a jolt of electricity through my body. I held him firmly, feeling the muscles contract and expand beneath my grip, enjoying the power I held over him.

My fingers began a slow, sensual dance, tracing the length of his shaft, applying gentle pressure as I moved upwards. The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing prelude to the main event. I paused every few moments, cupping his head in my hand and caressing it with my fingertips, feeling the delicate sensitivity of his skin. Lightly, I rubbed back and forth on the tip with my thumb, teasing him, building the anticipation even further.

“Oh yeah, babe, I’m gonna come,” he groaned, his voice thick with arousal.

The words ignited a fire within me, intensifying my desire even more. I continued my slow, deliberate strokes, applying a little extra pressure as I neared the base, then easing up as I approached the head, keeping him constantly stimulated. The moans grew louder, more insistent, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

With a swift movement, I tugged at the waistband of his pants, pulling them down to reveal his completely erect member. Mark helped me, his hands instinctively reaching for mine, mirroring my every move. I threw back the covers, my gaze locked on his body, and placed my mouth over his cock, taking complete possession of him.

I pulled as much of his member as possible into my mouth, reveling in the sensation of his skin against my lips. My left hand gripped his base firmly, moving in time with my mouth to cover the entire length. It was a perfect synchronization, a dance of desire and control.

As I continued my relentless assault, sucking deeply and rhythmically, I noticed his muscles begin to twitch involuntarily. The heat was building, the pressure mounting, and I knew he was on the verge of release. I intensified my efforts, sucking harder and faster, my mouth becoming slick with his arousal.

The movement of his hips increased, a desperate plea for release, and I knew he was about to explode. I shifted my focus, using only the tip of my tongue to stimulate him, while continuing to suck with all my might. My hand massaged the rest of his dick, maintaining the heat and building the anticipation even further.

“Oh yeah, babe, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. The words were a testament to the intensity of his experience.

I held on tight, my grip unwavering, as he finally unleashed his torrent of ecstasy. His cum flooded my mouth, a warm, salty deluge that tasted of pure bliss. It was a sensation unlike any other, a complete surrender to my desires. I sucked with unwavering focus, gathering every last drop of his seed, until my mouth was overflowing with his essence.

As he reached climax, he let out a final, powerful groan, his body shaking with the force of his release. I continued sucking for a moment longer, savoring the last remnants of his pleasure, before finally pulling away, exhausted but satisfied.

Looking down at his limp member, now glistening with his ejaculate, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. I had conquered him, dominated him, and given him exactly what he craved. It was a perfect morning, a testament to our passionate connection and the boundless depths of our desires.

Good Morning!!

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