Sweet Tooth & Shelter In Place

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the kitchen floor as I watched my wife, Sarah, meticulously arrange ice cream cones at the Dairy Queen drive-thru window. The kids, a chaotic tangle of limbs and giggles, were happily devouring their treats, their faces smeared with chocolate and sprinkles. It had been a long, drawn-out “Shelter in Place” order, filled with restless boredom and a desperate need for connection. The prospect of a quick ice cream run, courtesy of our eldest son, felt like a much-needed shot of adrenaline.

As the last of the kids piled into the truck, I turned to Sarah, a playful glint in my eyes. “The house is empty,” I said, leaning in for a kiss. Her smile was genuine, a welcome relief from the tension of the past few weeks. “They won’t be gone long,” she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of anticipation. “We’ve had less time,” I countered, feeling the familiar pull of desire building within me. Just this morning, we'd shared a stolen moment of intimacy, a brief respite from the monotony, that left us both craving more. The entire day had been a simmering pot of longing, and I was determined to capitalize on the opportunity.

She expertly poured water into a pitcher, the rhythmic clinking of the glass a soothing counterpoint to the excited chatter of the children. “Alright, we’ve got four minutes,” she announced, her gaze locking with mine. It wasn't a significant amount of time, but it was enough to ignite the embers of our desire, to chase away the lingering shadows of the day. I eagerly took her hand, pulling her towards the bedroom with a sense of urgency.

“Seriously?” she questioned as we closed the door behind us, the soft click of the latch sealing our world together. “That’s not a lot of time.” My response was a simple, insistent nod, a silent affirmation of my intent. I swiftly removed her shorts and panties, the cool cotton against my skin a welcome sensation. I tossed them aside, pulling her back onto the bed with a decisive movement. Before the bed even had a chance to settle, I plunged my face between her legs, my tongue seeking the immediate pleasure of her lips.

“OOOHH! MMMM! YeeESSSS!” Her voice erupted in ecstatic abandon, a primal scream of pure enjoyment. There was no hesitant prelude, no gentle teasing, just a raw, unbridled hunger that demanded to be satisfied. I responded with equal fervor, my tongue relentlessly pounding against her clit, pulling out a torrent of warm, shimmering fluid. She gripped her thighs, pulling her legs apart to widen the opening, while I held the sides of her butt, anchoring myself firmly against her body. My tongue danced and swirled, exploring every curve and crevice, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. Her moans and gasps grew louder, more desperate, as I continued my assault, pushing her to the very edge of ecstasy.

As I worked, she frantically reached for my pants, pulling them down with a desperate urgency. She grabbed the bottle of our blended oils, drizzling a generous amount onto my hard cock, the slick lubricant instantly soothing the friction. She then leaned over, stroking me with quick, insistent movements, spreading the oil evenly across my shaft. “Pound that into me,” she commanded, her voice thick with anticipation.

I moved behind her, adjusting my position to gain the optimal angle, but the lingering scent of the oil made it difficult to maintain my focus. My pants remained stubbornly bunched around my ankles, hindering my progress. I struggled to free one leg, but the friction was intense, and by the time I managed to untangle myself, a significant portion of my hardness had already begun to fade. It was a frustrating setback, but I pressed on, determined to fulfill her needs.

As if sensing my hesitation, she quickly rose to her feet and turned back to face me. “Give me that,” she demanded, snatching my cock from my grasp. Her touch was electric, instantly reviving my arousal. She performed her signature magic touch, a swift, skillful maneuver that sent shivers down my spine. My cock began to harden again, responding eagerly to her ministrations. I seized the opportunity, pulling her back onto the bed and plunging my shaft deep into her waiting body.

Her scream of pleasure was deafening, her body writhing and arching with every thrust. Her breasts bounced rhythmically against the mattress, a mesmerizing display of feminine power. I watched as my cock slid in and out of her, glistening with her juices each time, savoring the feeling of her frantic, desperate grip. I shifted my gaze upwards, tracing the curve of her body, the swell of her breasts, the ecstatic expression on her face. The beauty and intensity of her pleasure were intoxicating, driving me to push myself further, to explore every inch of her exquisite flesh.

As the rhythm increased, so did the force of my thrusts. I lifted her butt slightly, changing the angle of penetration, eliciting a fresh wave of ecstatic cries. She answered my plea with renewed vigor, her body shaking uncontrollably with each impact. The pace quickened, becoming almost frenzied, as we both surrendered to the overwhelming desire that had taken hold of us. But after a few moments, the intensity began to wane, the quick burst of passion fading into a more languid, sensual experience.

I paused, catching my breath, and she pulled me up, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed. “Ok, you’ve made your point,” she said, her voice slightly breathless. “Is four minutes up?” I glanced at the clock, confirming that we had indeed run out of time. “I have no idea,” she admitted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But I want something else.” Her hand snaked around my waist, pulling me closer, her fingers digging into my back. She began to disrobe me with a speed and urgency that bordered on frantic, ripping off my shirt and pants with a savage grace. She grabbed the bottle of blended oils once more, applying a generous amount to my cock, before leaning over and demanding that I “Pound that into me.”

I obliged, feeling a surge of primal satisfaction as I plunged deep into her waiting body. Her legs spread wide, creating an invitation that I could not resist. But as I reached for the optimal angle, my pants remained stubbornly bunched around my ankles, hindering my progress. I struggled to free one leg, but the friction was too intense, and by the time I managed to untangle myself, a significant portion of my hardness had already begun to fade. Despite the setback, I continued to thrust, determined to satisfy her needs.

As I worked, she shifted her position, pulling me closer, her scent filling my senses. Her hands explored my body, teasing and caressing, igniting a new wave of desire within me. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless. Then, she lifted me onto my feet, holding me firmly in her embrace. Her eyes locked with mine, and in that moment, all resistance vanished. The world narrowed to the feel of her body against mine, the heat of her breath on my skin, the intoxicating scent of her perfume.

We continued our intimate dance, lost in a world of shared pleasure and uninhibited passion. The sounds of our moans and sighs filled the room, a testament to the intensity of our experience. As the kids returned, their laughter and chatter served as a reminder of the outside world, a world that suddenly seemed dull and insignificant in comparison to the ecstasy we had just shared. But as we dressed, a knowing glance passed between us, a silent promise of more shared moments, more intense experiences, more nights spent lost in the pursuit of pleasure. The brief encounter had been everything we needed, a perfect antidote to the boredom and restlessness of the day. And as the sun set over the horizon, casting a golden glow upon our home, we knew that this was just the beginning of our journey into the depths of desire.

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