Unprotected Bliss: A Risky High

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the insistent throb in my core. It had been a long day, filled with the mundane tasks of daily life, but the anticipation had been building all morning, a slow, delicious burn that intensified with each passing hour. My husband, Mark, had texted me just before leaving for work, a single, tantalizing line: “Can’t wait to get home. Thinking about you.” It was enough to ignite the fire within me, pushing me closer and closer to the precipice of release.

I’d meticulously planned this evening, preparing myself both physically and mentally. I’d taken a long, hot shower, letting the water cascade over my body, loosening my muscles and stimulating my senses. The scent of lavender in the steam mingled with the primal urge that coursed through my veins. I’d chosen a silk negligee, its soft texture a promise of pleasure, and left a trail of rose petals scattered across the bed, a fragrant invitation to passion.

As I sat on the sofa, flipping through channels on the television, my thoughts drifted back to Mark’s text. The desire intensified, a hot, insistent pressure against my closed lips. I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I typed out another message: “I’m waiting for you.” The words felt inadequate, a pale reflection of the heat that consumed me.

The minutes crawled by, each one an eternity. I paced the living room, unable to sit still, my senses heightened, attuned to the slightest sound, the faintest scent. The rain continued its relentless assault, a constant reminder of the time passing. I checked my ovulation tracking app, confirming that yes, today was the day. My body was primed, ready for release, eager to receive his seed.

Just as I was starting to lose hope, I heard the familiar rumble of his truck pulling into the driveway. My heart leaped into my throat, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. The door swung open, and there he was, my beloved Mark, looking handsome in his work clothes, a weary smile gracing his lips.

“Oh, I know you missed me,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “I read what you said. How’s my sweet little pussy?” He leaned in for a kiss, his breath warm against my skin, and I melted into his embrace, lost in the intoxicating scent of him.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He chuckled, a deep, resonant sound, and took my hand, leading me towards the bedroom. The room was dark, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and anticipation.

As we lay tangled in the sheets, I gently began to tease myself, my fingers tracing the contours of my clitoris, building the anticipation. “I think it’s gonna happen,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “I’m gonna release on myself.” I sent him another text, accompanied by a suggestive image, a playful provocation that sent a jolt of electricity through my body. “Baby, I can’t wait for you to get home because I’m so wet right now. ”

Another text followed, this time a more explicit request: “My pussy is waiting for you. Just come in and go to the bedroom.” I watched as he read the message, his eyes widening slightly before he smiled, a knowing glint in their depths.

He undressed quickly, his movements deliberate and sensual, a clear signal of his intent. His erection was hard and tense, a testament to his arousal, and I felt a surge of pleasure as I anticipated the pleasure to come. I arched my back, pulling him closer, my wetness intensifying with each passing moment.

“OMG,” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. “I wanted this so badly.” He kissed me deeply, his lips tracing the curve of my body, igniting my senses. “I know you did, baby,” he murmured, placing his hand over my clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“That feels so good,” I moaned, my voice trembling with anticipation. As he began to penetrate me, my muscles tensed, and I let out a cry of pure pleasure. The sensation was exquisite, a crescendo of sensations that overwhelmed my senses.

We made love with abandon, lost in the moment, oblivious to the world outside. Every touch, every caress, every moan was an expression of our mutual desire, a testament to the depth of our connection. My pussy pulsed with heat, and I felt a powerful urge to release, a primal need to surrender to the pleasure.

As I struggled to hold back my climax, I sent another text: “I’m cummmin’. I’m cummmin’. I’m cuuuuummmin’!” His response was immediate: “Oh, you are? Cum on me.” And so, we continued our frenzied dance of pleasure, pushing the boundaries of our senses, exploring the depths of our desires.

My release came in a torrent of pleasure, a wave of sensation that washed over my body, leaving me breathless and spent. As the last traces of pleasure faded, I lay there, exhausted but exhilarated, my body slick with sweat, my senses still buzzing with the afterglow of passion.

Mark looked down at me, his eyes filled with admiration and lust. “You made me hard in a meeting today with those texts of yours,” he said, a playful smirk on his lips. “Now I’m going to fuck the shit out of you like you wanted me to and get you pregnant.”

“You know how I feel in doggy,” I replied, my voice hoarse from pleasure. “That’s why I’m doing it.” He chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound, and pulled me closer, initiating our next act of passion.

This time, we decided to try doggy style. I arched my back, my wetness intensifying as he positioned himself behind me, his erect cock digging deep into my pussy. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and I lost myself in the pleasure, letting out moans of pure ecstasy.

As we continued our passionate encounter, I realized that I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed the sheets and pulled them up, covering my body, while simultaneously sending a final text to Mark: “I’m cummmin’. I’m cummmin’. I’m cuuuuummmin’!” His response was immediate: “Oh, shit! Ohhhh, shit,” followed by a string of heart emojis.

The rain continued to fall, a rhythmic accompaniment to our final moments of passion. We lay there, intertwined, our bodies exhausted but content, our hearts overflowing with love and desire. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intoxicating embrace of our shared pleasure.

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