Tallinn Temptations: A Winter's Eve

The rain in Tallinn felt cool against my skin as we hurried back to the Savoy Boutique after dinner at Nipernaadi. The medieval town glowed with an eerie beauty under the soft glow of the street lamps, a stark contrast to the excitement simmering within me. It had been a perfect anniversary, a blend of history, warmth, and the burgeoning desire I felt for my husband, Mark. The memory of his gentle touch, the scent of lavender oil, and the way he looked at me, filled me with a delicious anticipation. Back in our room, the silence felt heavy, charged with unspoken needs. As he closed the door behind him, a deep, satisfied sigh escaped his lips, followed by a playful shove. "Lights out," he murmured, then, without hesitation, he reached out and brushed his hand against my hip, sending shivers down my spine. The first touch ignited a fire within me, a primal urge that demanded to be unleashed. He moved closer, his hand sliding lower, expertly unbuttoning my silk top. The cool air rushed against my skin as he continued, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of my breasts beneath my lacy bra. He seemed to savor the moment, his eyes locked on mine, as he assessed my readiness. The scent of the lavender oil, which I had specifically purchased for this occasion, hung heavy in the air, intensifying the sensual atmosphere.

He began removing our clothes, his movements deliberate and slow, a silent invitation to abandon all restraint. He handed me a towel, a knowing smile playing on his lips. As we lay naked on the plush bed, the soft cotton a welcome contrast to my heated skin, he turned to face me, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored my own. The rain continued its steady rhythm against the windows, a natural soundtrack to our shared desire. It was then that he brought out the bottle of lavender oil, the pale purple liquid shimmering under the dim light. He scooped a generous amount onto his hands, the scent enveloping us in a cloud of intoxicating fragrance. He began to massage my shoulders, his touch firm and confident, working his way down my back, sending shivers through my entire body. The rhythmic pressure built a delicious tension, a prelude to the pleasure to come.

“I was so impressed at how you worked up the courage to come and talk to me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “And when I found out you ticked the most important box, of being a child of God, I knew we were going to be something special. I knew you were the one. I did initially find you handsome, but as I got to know you, I knew you were not smug, not selfish. That made you even more handsome. You’re a real man, and I love how you lead. I knew I was falling for you, and when we shared our first kiss, I knew I loved you, and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. All those things and much more are why I fell in love you, my sweet and sexy husband.”

As he spoke, my own body began to respond to his touch, my hips arching slightly, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He continued to massage my back, his hands finding the sensitive spots along my spine, eliciting moans of pleasure from me. Then, he moved to my lower back and butt, running his hands up my spine and onto my arms, each stroke sending a wave of sensation through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him as he continued to explore every inch of my skin. I began to rub his broad shoulders and the back of his neck and scalp with my wet hands, a playful gesture that further ignited my passion.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better wife…” he moaned, his voice thick with desire. “Oh yes, my little darling I love this… Ohhh…” He clutched my shoulders, pulling me closer, his grip firm and insistent. The scent of lavender intensified, swirling around us like a seductive embrace. He slowly pulled back, his eyes never leaving mine. He took my hands and ran his fingers along my breasts, feeling their soft curves and firm nipples. He squeezed gently, teasing me with his touch before running his hands up my chest, up my stomach, and then to my thighs. As he massaged my groin area, working his way closer, a shiver of anticipation coursed through me. His touch was deliberate, slow, and incredibly stimulating. I let out a small gasp as he stroked my ladyplace, my body reacting instinctively to his advances. The feeling was overwhelming, a surge of pleasure that left me breathless.

“Know why I fell in love with you?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “Because you are the sweetest woman I know. When I saw you for the first time at that party nearly 20 years ago, I knew you were the most beautiful girl there. But when I talked to you I knew you were not shallow. I was so happy to know you are a child of God as well. You are so open and honest. It made me smile to see you playing so sweetly with other children as that told me you’d be a wonderful mother to my children. I know I was right about that. You are not superficial, you are modest. When I saw all that and much, much more, I started fell in love with you, and I knew that you were the one for me.”

As he finished his thought, I signaled by spreading my legs, a silent invitation for him to take me further. His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of excitement in their depths. He quickly positioned himself above me, and in a matter of moments, we were locked in a passionate embrace. He thrust powerfully, his muscles straining as he worked his way inside me. The rhythm was intense, primal, a release of pent-up desires. I cried out in ecstasy as he continued to thrust, each movement sending shivers of pleasure through my body. The scent of lavender hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of our sweat and arousal. We pushed each other, exploring every inch of our bodies, lost in the depths of our shared pleasure.

As we reached the peak of our passion, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. I clung to him, moaning with delight, as he clutched my shoulders, making the orgasm even more intense. When we finally came, we lay panting on the bed, our bodies intertwined, exhausted and exhilarated. He kissed my neck, his lips lingering on my skin, before pulling back to look at me with adoration in his eyes. “Oh, baby that’s good!” I groaned, my body still trembling with pleasure.

Once he had regained his composure, he showered me with kisses, each one more passionate than the last. We embraced, savoring the feeling of our bodies intertwined, the lingering scent of lavender a constant reminder of our shared intimacy. Then, he slowly pulled away, his eyes locked on mine, a silent invitation to continue. He grabbed my hand and slowly, deliberately, brought it to his lips, before running his fingers along my body as he continued to kiss me. It was then that he began to shower my body with his attention, his touch both gentle and forceful. He massaged my scalp, his fingertips teasing my sensitive spots, while simultaneously exploring every inch of my body.

As he continued his ministrations, I realized just how deeply connected we were, both physically and emotionally. The rain continued its rhythmic drumming against the windows, a perfect soundtrack to our shared pleasure. As he worked his way down my body, his touch was both stimulating and comforting, a reminder of the love and trust that bound us together. He slowed his pace, lingering over each spot, savoring the sensation of my skin beneath his touch. Finally, he reached the apex of his pleasure, a silent gasp escaping his lips as he pulled back, his eyes filled with adoration. Without a word, he kissed me again, a deep, passionate kiss that sealed our connection. We remained like that for a long time, lost in the bliss of our shared intimacy, before slowly easing back into each other's arms, a silent promise of more pleasure to come. The thought of doing him made me more excited, and as he began to rub the oil on his hands, he lay beside me, his hourglass figure perfectly displayed in the dim light, awaiting my pleasure. "Know why I fell in love with you?" My husband started, "Because you are the sweetest woman I know. When I saw you for the first time at that party nearly 20 years ago, I knew you were the most beautiful girl there. But when I talked to you I knew you were not shallow. I was so happy to know you are a child of God as well. You are so open and honest. It made me smile to see you playing so sweetly with other children as that told me you’d be a wonderful mother to my children. I know I was right about that. You are not superficial, you are modest. When I saw all that and much, much more, I started fell in love with you, and I knew that you were the one for me.”

As he finished his thought, I signaled by spreading my legs, a silent invitation for him to take me further. His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of excitement in their depths. He quickly positioned himself above me, and in a matter of moments, we were locked in a passionate embrace. He thrust powerfully, his muscles straining as he worked his way inside me. The rhythm was intense, primal, a release of pent-up desires. I cried out in ecstasy as he continued to thrust, each movement sending shivers of pleasure through my body. The scent of lavender hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of our sweat and arousal. We pushed each other, exploring every inch of our bodies, lost in the depths of our shared pleasure.

As we reached the peak of our passion, a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. I clung to him, moaning with delight, as he clutched my shoulders, making the orgasm even more intense. When we finally came, we lay panting on the bed, our bodies intertwined, exhausted and exhilarated. He kissed my neck, his lips lingering on my skin, before pulling back to look at me with adoration in his eyes. “Oh, baby that’s good!” I groaned, my body still trembling with pleasure.

Once he had regained his composure, he showered me with kisses, each one more passionate than the last. We embraced, savoring the feeling of our bodies intertwined, the lingering scent of lavender a constant reminder of our shared intimacy. Then, he slowly pulled away, his eyes locked on mine, a silent invitation to continue. He grabbed my hand and slowly, deliberately, brought it to his lips, before running his fingers along my body as he continued to kiss me. It was then that he began to shower my body with his attention, his touch both gentle and forceful. He massaged my scalp, his fingertips teasing my sensitive spots, while simultaneously exploring every inch of my body.

As he continued his ministrations, I realized just how deeply connected we were, both physically and emotionally. The rain continued its rhythmic drumming against the windows, a perfect soundtrack to our shared pleasure. As he worked his way down my body, his touch was both stimulating and comforting, a reminder of the love and trust that bound us together. He slowed his pace, lingering over each spot, savoring the sensation of my skin beneath his touch. Finally, he reached the apex of his pleasure, a silent gasp escaping his lips as he pulled back, his eyes filled with adoration. Without a word, he kissed me again, a deep, passionate kiss that sealed our connection. We remained like that for a long time, lost in the bliss of our shared intimacy, before slowly easing back into each other's arms, a silent promise of more pleasure to come.

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