Wet Kiss, Growing Curves

The aroma of garlic and rosemary hung heavy in the air, mingling with the lingering scent of his cologne – a sharp, masculine musk that always made my pulse quicken. My husband, Daniel, strode into the kitchen, a triumphant grin plastered across his face. He’d just finished his round of golf, and the triumphant swagger in his step spoke volumes about his victory. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he swept me into a fierce embrace, his strong arms wrapping around me as he pressed a wet, demanding kiss to my lips. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a declaration, a promise of the pleasure to come. My own hormones were running rampant, a potent cocktail of anticipation and arousal, thanks to my growing pregnancy. Daniel had always been drawn to the swell of my breasts, and now, with my body blossoming, he relished the opportunity to indulge in his desires.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes burning into mine, assessing me with a hunger that both thrilled and unnerved me. He knew exactly what he wanted, and I welcomed the delicious anticipation. He reached for the front of my dress, his fingers tracing the delicate lace before expertly unbuttoning the top button, then the next, and the next, until the fabric lay open, revealing the generous curve of my chest. It was a slow, deliberate act, each movement designed to heighten my senses. My breath caught in my throat as his hand descended, gently but firmly, pulling the fabric down to expose my nipples. They were already sensitive, throbbing with a primal heat, and I could feel the anticipation building within me.

"You look incredible," he murmured, his voice low and husky, barely audible above the sizzle of the pan on the stove. His words were a delicious torture, fueling the fire in my core. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin, and began to suckle on my nipples, his lips circling them with insistent rhythm. The sensation was exquisite, a searing pleasure that made my body tremble. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment, letting the waves of sensation wash over me. My nails dug into my palms, desperate to hold onto the exquisite feeling.

As he continued to suckle, his hand moved slowly down my chest, finding my cleavage and applying firm pressure. The heat intensified, spreading through my entire body. My muscles tensed, eager to meet his needs. He shifted his weight, placing one hand on my waist and the other on my lower back, pulling me closer until I was leaning into him, our bodies almost touching. The scent of sweat and arousal filled the air, intoxicating and primal.

"Don't stop," I managed to whisper, my voice thick with desire. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat mirroring the rhythm of his movements. I arched my back slightly, deepening the sensation, and let out a moan of pure pleasure. It felt good, so good, to be consumed by this raw, uninhibited lust. My mind was a blur, lost in the pleasure of the moment.

Suddenly, he straightened up, pulling me away from him. He retrieved a small, folded towel from the counter and gently wiped my breasts, leaving them tingling and sensitive. He then reached for his keys, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "The guests will be here soon," he said, his voice laced with anticipation. "Let's get you ready."

As he led me towards the bedroom, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The anticipation was building again, and I knew that this evening was going to be filled with passion and pleasure. The thought of what was to come sent shivers down my spine.

In the bedroom, I quickly changed into a silk robe, the soft fabric clinging to my curves. Daniel waited for me, leaning against the headboard, his eyes never leaving me. He took my hand and led me to the bed, where he gently unzipped my robe, revealing my body in all its glory. My breasts were full and heavy, swollen with the joy of pregnancy, and he seemed to relish the sight of them.

He leaned down and kissed me deeply, his tongue tracing the curve of my lips, then moving lower, exploring the sensitive skin beneath my breasts. My body responded instantly, arching into him, desperate for more. He pulled me closer, his hands gripping my hips, and began to stroke my body, starting from my stomach and working his way down, teasing me with his touch. My breath hitched in my throat as he continued, his hand finding its way to my love cave.

He bent me over the edge of the bed, my legs dangling free, and took out his cock, a thick, muscular appendage that promised an unforgettable experience. He thrust into me with powerful, rhythmic movements, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. I gasped for air, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation. Neither of us said a word, lost in the shared ecstasy of the moment. We moved together, a perfect synchronization of pleasure, grunting and moaning in unison. It was fast and furious, a relentless torrent of passion that left me breathless and weak.

As he continued to pleasure me, I felt myself losing control, surrendering completely to the moment. My body throbbed with pleasure, my muscles tense, my heart pounding in my chest. There was no thought, no hesitation, just pure, unadulterated lust. The world narrowed down to this single point of sensation, this exquisite pleasure that consumed me entirely.

When he finally withdrew, my body shook with the lingering echoes of the experience. I lay there, panting, my face flushed, my senses heightened. Daniel gently stroked my hair, his eyes filled with adoration. "That was amazing," he whispered, his voice husky with pleasure. "Absolutely amazing."

I smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that radiated pure joy. It was a perfect moment, a culmination of desire and pleasure, a testament to the deep and passionate connection between us. As he continued to caress me, I knew that this was just the beginning. The night was young, and the possibilities were endless. The anticipation for what lay ahead was already building, a delicious torment that made me crave more. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the warmth of his touch, lost in the intoxicating embrace of our shared pleasure. The scent of garlic and rosemary still lingered in the air, a fragrant reminder of the evening to come, a promise of more nights filled with lust, desire, and unforgettable experiences.

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