Velvet Touch, Silent Need

As I sleep, I roll over and snuggle against her. My hand lands on her and slides down her form to her hip then back up to her shoulder. It then rounds her breast, coming to rest cupping it. I feel the first stirrings of desire. Snuggled against her butt, my erection grows. I enjoy wanting her and often say that our lovemaking is not about a destination, but the journey. I like to be turned on and kept that way while not being allowed to cum.

As my alarm goes off, I awake with my typical morning wood. I reach down and feel how thick and hard it is today. Then I snuggle up to my wife for a few minutes before getting up, enjoying the way my erection feels pressed against her ass. Eventually, I put on my exercise clothes and get on the treadmill.

After a few minutes, I start to hear noises coming from the bed, I glance over and see that she is showing off her breasts, rubbing them and pinching her nipples while moaning. She wants my attention and she’s gotten it. I feel the pressure start to build.

She gets out of bed, and struts nude to the bathroom. I am entranced as she grabs her breasts while walking by, then smacks her ass while shaking it at me. By this time, I am hard again, and she slips into the bathroom, leaving me hot and sweaty without pleasure.

I keep going on the treadmill, thinking of her—how good her body felt this morning, how it looked as she showed off in bed. She opens the bathroom door, her hourglass form framed in the doorway, and beckons me to join her in the shower. That is an invitation that I cannot turn down.

We get in, and she presses her wet body against me, caressing me and kissing me hard. I feel her moist tongue penetrate my mouth. We kiss, touch, and tease each other in the shower.

She puts one leg up on the ledge and grabs my throbbing hard member, moving it to her labia then lowering herself onto me. I slide in easily and moan. Then she kisses me and says, “This is only a taste,” before breaking the connection.

I want her so badly.

She puts some conditioner on her hair and rubs some on my cock, then turns around and slides her sexy ass against my slick shaft. As she rinses, she moves her backside up and down and side to side as if dancing. I doubt I can take it anymore, but she keeps going. By some miracle, I don’t cum all over her back. She turns to me and grabs me, saying, “Time’s up,” then shuts off the water. She hands me a towel and wraps up in hers.

We go into the bedroom, and I kiss her and gently lead her to lie on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. I kneel down between her knees with my face right at her soft sexy mound. I gently kiss her lips and pull them apart with my hands, while I lick from bottom to top, stopping at her clitoris. She tastes so good. I go back down and tongue inside her, savoring as much of her as I can. After satiating my appetite, I go back to the clit and suck hard.

She arches her back and moans loudly. She then grabs my hair and pulls me up to kiss her. “You’re going to be late for work,” she whispers.

“I don’t want to go to work today,” I respond, my voice thick with desire.

“Good, then don’t,” she urges, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

But I have a big presentation that I can’t miss, so I get up and get dressed. Slacks, shirt, tie.

“Mmm, you look amazing,” she says, nuzzling her face against my chest. “Take these for luck.” She slips something in my pocket.

I reach in and pull out a silky thong. “Oh, are you going to wear this for me tonight?” I inquire, my voice husky.

“Won’t it be fun to find out?” Her words toy with me as she slips on a tight pair of yoga pants to go to the gym.

I get in the car and head to the office. As I listen to the radio, I realize that she didn’t have any panties on when she put on the yoga pants. I think of her exercising—how she gets on the elliptical and goes, her labia rubbing together and arousing her. Sometimes she moans a little and has to stifle cries of pleasure.

I feel my cock restricted by my pants. I love to fantasize about her, to imagine her on the bed, legs spread eagle, rubbing herself. The pressure builds in my groin. As I go through my day, I keep finding her thong in my pocket and thinking of her.

My phone pings; it’s a Snapchat.

“I had a good workout,” captions a picture of her in her sports bra and yoga pants.

“Oh, looks like I made a mess,” she comments on a picture of her yoga pants, white strings on the inside.

“Want a taste?” I see a picture of her fingers with thick white juices on them, one stringer connecting them.

I am so turned on now. I stop working on my computer and close my eyes, imagining her taste. I send back the message, “I ache for you. I have to have you.”

She is in my head. Everything reminds me of her. I am afraid to leave my desk because of my obvious erection, but I love this game. I can’t wait for the release when I get to be with her. I feel the warmth of my semi-erect penis against my thigh, and it only turns me on more.

Later in the day, a coworker offers me two tickets to an event that evening. I text her to ask, “Want to get dressed up and go to a play tonight?”

“YES! What should I wear?”

“Something sexy. Be ready at 5:00 when I get home.”

Finally, I’m able to leave, and I rush home to pick her up. When I get there, nobody is around. I make my way to our bathroom and find her applying the last of her makeup. She is beautiful, bent over toward the mirror in a tight black dress. Her ass sticks out at me. I grab her hips and pull her against me.

She turns around in my arms and kisses me. “Still got your lucky charm?” she asks. She pulls the thong out of my pocket before stepping into it and pulling it up. We kiss again, our mouths pressing hard against each other.

“Give me a minute to finish getting ready,” she says as she pushes me out the door and closes it. I can feel the blood rushing to my thick, hard member. Then the door opens, and she strolls out of the bathroom. Her dress hugs tightly against her curves.

“I need you,” I exclaim.

“I know.” She smiles. “Now come on, so we aren’t late,” she says as she leads me to the car. I open the door for her, and she sits in the seat, pulling her legs in the car one at a time to flash me an up-skirt. I see my lucky thong hugging her beautiful mound. I close her door and climb into the driver’s seat, put the car in gear, and we are off.

She reaches over and caresses my thigh, then runs her hand up to my crotch. Unzipping my shirt slowly, she kisses my chest and runs her fingers through the hair on it. Her lips work their way down my chest as each button exposes more of me, then stops at my waist to undo my belt and remove my pants. She then rises and kisses me on the mouth while dropping my pants on the floor and pushing me onto the bench. I lie there, panting, as she straddles me and rubs her creamy pussy on my hardness as we kiss. Grabbing the hem of her dress, she pulls it off in one quick movement.

I slide my legs under her, pulling her close as she slowly starts to move her hips. Her thighs rub against my hard member, and I let out a moan as she begins to grind against me. Her nails dig into my skin, pulling on my muscle, and she continues to grind until my body begins to shake. The anticipation builds, and we both know what’s coming.

As she continues her assault, her lips press closer and closer to my face, and her tongue licks rhythmically around my cock. I can feel her pleasure building, and her movements become more frantic. Suddenly, she lets out a piercing scream, and her body arches as she thrusts herself into me. I release, and she is right there beside me, moaning in ecstasy. We lie there for a moment, catching our breath, before rolling over to cuddle and kiss each other. It's a perfect moment, a testament to the passion and desire that binds us together.

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