Sweet Surrender: A Taste of Sin

If it isn’t obvious, I intend to seduce you tonight,” Annabelle said in a sultry voice. “Consider me thoroughly seduced already,” Gideon replied in a voice deepened by desire. Annabelle smirked and said in a voice barely above a whisper, “Then it’s time I serve dessert.”

“If it isn’t obvious, I intend to seduce you tonight,” Annabelle said in a sultry voice.

“Consider me thoroughly seduced already,” Gideon replied in a voice deepened by desire.

Annabelle smirked and said in a voice barely above a whisper, “Then it’s time I serve dessert.”

Dinner was hot. Sure, the food was warm, and even a little spicy. But the real heat came from the smoldering looks of unbridled lust, and the unspoken knowledge they shared. Very shortly, they knew they’d be tangled together, lost in the carnal ecstasy of mating. Both spouses were ready to pound each other like animals, and were barely holding themselves back. Both knew that about themselves and each other. And both embraced it.

Annabelle asked teasingly, “Are you feeling ok? You seem a little… distracted.”

Gideon smirked and asked, “Am I not supposed to be distracted?”

“No, silly,” Annabelle bantered back flirtatiously. “You’re supposed to be present and focused.”

“Well I’m definitely focused on something,” Gideon said with a heavy dose of innuendo. “It’s just hard to choose which of the two somethings to focus on…”

Annabelle pulled her flannel open a little further. It was truly a miracle that her breasts hadn’t fallen out of that tiny half-cup bra yet! She almost wished they would. They seemed to have a mind of their own and yearned to be free, to have Gideon’s adoring mouth suckle on them tenderly and send jolts of pleasure through them straight down to her clit.

All throughout dinner, Gideon couldn’t keep his eyes off her breasts for more than a few seconds. It showed that he really did think she was hot, and that made her happy. She was going to be his dessert tonight, and the way he gazed at her with such heat in his eyes truly make her feel like a treat.

Gideon’s approving and openly lustful gaze gave Annabelle confidence that she wouldn’t have otherwise had, and she felt secure enough to show off for him. Throughout dinner, she would periodically shift her posture or stretch in a certain way that thrust her barely-clothed chest forward, accentuating her breasts even more. She was pretty sure that one especially exaggerated stretch made one of her barely-hidden nipples peek out for a moment.

Annabelle may have been the one doing the teasing, but as the meal dragged on, she felt like she wasn’t only teasing Gideon—she was teasing herself too. Between her daring outfit, her seductive intentions, and Gideon’s obvious and unrestrained desire for her, she felt absolutely hot.

The meal finally came to an end, and Annabelle worked alongside Gideon to do some minimal kitchen cleanup, doing as little as they reasonably could. It was a Friday night, so they had the weekend to clean up. And frankly, when sex was on the menu, kitchen cleanup could wait.

Annabelle wanted to keep her plan moving. She’d intended to drive her husband wild with desire, then smother him with sex—and that was definitely still her intention—but now she was just as crazy with barely-contained desire as he was.

She led Gideon by the hand to the couch in the dimly lit living room. He raised an eyebrow at the suspiciously-placed soft towel over the couch. She ignored him. It spoiled the mystery of her intentions a bit—obviously she planned to make a mess on the couch—but not having to worry about getting cum stains out of the couch later made enjoying the moment so much easier.

But before getting to the fun of making messes, there was still a little more teasing to do.

Annabelle had Gideon sit on the couch, pulled his T-shirt off, left his jeans on, and planted one kiss in the center of his now-bare chest.

She then sat next to him sideways, stretched out along the couch lengthwise, with her legs in Gideon’s lap.

Gideon needed no instruction, and began softly caressing her bare legs.

Annabelle had planned to continue forcing a little more small talk and flirting, but she was way too horny at this point. Her last intentions of conversation vanished as she felt his hands work their foreplay on her body. She could feel both heartfelt cherishing and carnal lust through his touch on her legs, and both feelings stoked the fire in her core.

His fingertips felt electric on her skin—brushing the tops of her bare feet, her smooth calves, the ticklish backs of her knees, and her thighs, left exposed by her scandalously short shorts.

She involuntarily made a slight gasp of anticipation as his fingers crept up one leg of her shorts, tickling her inner thigh. She wondered if he could feel the unbelievable heat of arousal radiating from just inches beyond his adventurous fingertips.

Her soft moan drew Gideon’s eyes back up from her bare legs to her face. His all-too-familiar smirk of satisfaction told her that she really did look intoxicated with arousal. Knowing that only aroused her more.

With a complete lack of inhibition, Annabelle yanked the flannel further open and pulled her bra down past her nipples, finally granting partial freedom to her poor breasts. They had been yearning to be released from their barely-adequate confines since before Gideon had even walked in the door.

Predictably, Gideon no longer held her gaze as Annabelle revealed two of her most attractive treasures. Now it was her turn to display a satisfied smirk.

She doubled down on her show by cupping each breast with one hand and brushing over her erect and sensitive nipples with her thumbs. She shuddered and groaned at the sudden thrill of pleasure that ran through her body from her sensitive little buds. Her head dropped back and her eyes fluttered closed momentarily.

But she soon looked back up to see Gideon staring beams of lust back into her eyes.

“Enough playing around,” Annabelle said before she even realized it. She was already moving toward Gideon. In seconds, she was straddling his lap, boobs bulging out of her lingerie bra, ass nearly hanging out of her shorts, her entrancing blue eyes gazing into her lover’s deep brown ones from inches away. Her long, brown hair cascaded down just below her breasts, far enough to tickle Gideon’s bare chest with a feather-light touch.

“If it isn’t obvious, I intend to seduce you tonight,” Annabelle said in a sultry voice.

“Consider me thoroughly seduced already,” Gideon replied in a voice deepened by desire.

Annabelle smirked and said in a voice barely above a whisper, “Then it’s time I serve dessert.”

She leaned into kiss him, but held her lips barely an inch away from his. He leaned up to try to meet her lips, but she put one hand on his chest to hold him back. He could have easily overpowered her, but he didn’t.

Good, he knows who’s in charge tonight, Annabelle thought with satisfaction.

She let her lips brush his for just a moment, then pulled back.

Gideon groaned in frustration, but that groan was smothered as Annabelle immediately crushed her lips against his in a sudden, overpowering assault.

They kissed frantically, as if trying to communicate all their adoration and ferocious desire through that one intimate act.

After a few long moments of passion, the intensity somehow became a little more tender. Annabelle broke the kiss and drew back just far enough to look her lover in the eyes.

Say it now, she thought. This will be the last chance you have before you both lose yourselves to passion completely.

Intentionally putting her seduction on hold for a moment—with considerable difficulty—she changed tone and spoke as a grateful wife. She reached out a hand and softly caressed his face, feeling where his smooth cheek met his neatly-kept, manly facial hair.

“Gideon,” she began in a soft voice. “You always make me feel loved. You make me feel desired. You make me feel hot. You always pursue me. Tonight, I want to show that I want to pursue you. I want to make you feel desired. I want to make you feel hot. I want to make you feel loved. Because I do love you, Gideon—passionately. And I do think you’re hot.” She added a little eyebrow wiggle. “I desire you. Desperately. And I want to show it. So…”

She pressed her breasts against his bare chest, gazed into his eyes, and whispered, soft but commanding: “I’m going to make sure you know you are mine. Don’t you dare resist me.”

“Oh, ‘Belle,” Gideon said, voice full of desire. “I couldn’t resist you even if I wanted to…” The desire in his voice deepened to complete lust. “And I certainly don’t want to resist you.”

Annabelle smiled and said, “Then let go and feel my love.” She stayed right where she was, her ass planted firmly in his lap, breasts resting seductively against his chest, and leaned in to kiss him again. Following their romantic exchange, the kiss was slow and sensual at first, but very quickly grew more passionate.

Annabelle’s hands wandered across his deliciously bare chest, finding their way to his nipples. She’d discovered—through his instruction, and through her own exploration—that they were very sexually receptive. Sure enough, as her fingers gently brushed both of his nipples at the same time, he moaned with pleasure right into her mouth. She loved making him moan into her mouth. There was something indescribably intimate and erotic about it.

Underneath her, she felt a growing hardness in Gideon’s lap, straining up against her.

Annabelle reluctantly dismounted, slowly extracting his entire length from her body. They both watched as Gideon’s thick, masculine shaft emerged from between her slick, swollen labia, right beside the displaced fabric of her pushed-aside panties. The length of his cock just kept coming and coming, inch after throbbing inch, until finally it slipped out and fell back against his belly with a wet slap.

Without a word, Annabelle dismounted and knelt in front of him again, his cock now slick with her own creamy juices. She gazed lustfully into his eyes and took his woman-coated cock into her mouth again. She moaned at the eroticism of her own tangy taste on his warm firmness. She thought she tasted a hint of his pre-cum mixed in with her copious cream.

She pulled her mouth away from her feast just long enough to say, “Mmmh, baby, your cock tastes so good after it’s been in my creamy pussy…” Then she immediately enveloped him again.

“Uuuhhhh, baby,” Gideon groaned. “That’s so hot, Annabelle. I love how you lick up your own hot cream.”

Annabelle didn’t say a word, but kept her mouth full and simply wiggled her eyebrows at him.

“‘Belle, if you keep that up, you’re going to make me come,” he warned.

She slowed her movements and came to a stop—but only long enough to look him straight in the eyes, and then resumed her efforts.

She continued her assault on his manhood, licking, sucking, and teasing him mercilessly until he was begging her for mercy. Annabelle relished in his pleas and continued her assault without pause, until he was completely spent and exhausted.

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