My Spouse, My Amour
There I stood, just gazing into her captivating eyes. My wife's eyes.
Not a word was needed; a hand on my chest, randomly brushing the locks that whirl around in the region between my collarbone and pecs.
I cupped the side of her face, stroking her exquisite skin, still staring.
I never wanted to look away when she's looking at me, I just can't help myself, even when she gives me that amusing expression and babbles, "What?!" while winking playfully, and I just chuckle in response, aware that my answer would be something she could easily deduce. She's exquisite, jaw-dropping, breathtaking... she's literally everything I could ever dream of.
Our eyes remained locked; I bent down and placed a forceful kiss on her lips, just one kiss, then opened my eyes to observe hers and witnessed the familiar twinkle, the "kiss me again" twinkle. And I obeyed what her eyes commanded, still cupping her face and tucking her closer to me by her lower back, her smooth skin now pressed against mine. This skin-on-skin sensation, the purest emotion, the closeness it brings between two people, two hearts in sync with the lightest touch.
My hands commenced their study of her back, finding pleasure with my nails, pinpointing spots that would cause a response, a shift in her breathing pace, a slight gasp at the back of her throat. Descent, towards her backside, something she enjoys flaunting in front of me, knowing how it affects me. A clench of her buttocks, cradled between my fingers, pulling her even closer to me, her bare skin now touching mine.
I was aware she could feel it, its heat protruding against her with craving.
As though it were planned, she deciphered my ideas and moved to position her hand on my lower region, repositioning herself for effortless handling. I learnt groaning into her mouth at the contact, the treat, the pressure of her grip.
I reciprocated by moving my hand down her body, brushing her nipple with my fingers on her way down, across her belly, where our kids were born, further down to her pubic mound, covered in her enchanting tuft of hair I adore. My fingers discovered their path between her lips, her body already registering a reaction at my assault with her juices seeping out.
We teased one another, leisurely, deliberately, delight and love interweaving, like they've perennially stood together.
She removed herself from our interlude, my fingers slipping between her lips, gleaming in the dim lighting of the room, my own lips still savoring her. She hoisted herself onto the bed's edge, still fondling me as she does, eyes staring boldly at what she's fondling. I moaned into her mouth when touched, the touch, the clasp, the control in her grasp.
I reacted in kind, trailing my hand down her body, grazing her nipple with my digits, going down to the area around her thighs, where my children were conceived, lower still towards her vagina, covered in the enticing thatch of her hair I relish. My fingers found their way between her flowers, her body already reacting to my touch with some wetness.
A game of touch and respond, gradually, deliberately, both of us gleaning delight and love simultaneously, standing side by side as we've always done.
She slid out of my embrace, my fingers slipping out from between her petals, glinting in the dark lighting of the space, my own lips still tasting of her.
She perched on the bed's edge, legs elevated, arching her posterior to maximize the effect as I moved towards the end, using my hands to spread her legs without any real opposition. I observed her eyes, a hunger palpable in them as I progress towards her; I kneeled on the bed, using my arms to part her legs more, causing the slight squirm of resistance.
Her gaze continued to hold mine, a wanton expression displaying the depths of her yearning as I crawled up her, kissing her body with each straddle of her. I got close to her face, hovering above her, before coming down and paying her lips a deep kiss, simultaneously inserting my tongue into her mouth.
We stayed for a second, anticipating the feeling of joining together. Her legs shifted and I opened my eyes to look, witnessing her open wider, welcoming me with broken-lipped kisses and the gentle bite on my thigh, causing sparks of sensation to travel through me.
I heard her breathing, softly rising and plunging, the proximity nearly touching my ear. I noticed her whisper, "Slow doesn't suit you."
Shortly afterwards, her teeth bit into my collarbone, triggering an involuntary reaction: I arched my hips deep, thrusting hard, her moan escaping with her teeth gritted against my neck.
I exit the bed, leaving her mark on my body, one I'll be glad to show off. A mark of ownership, if I've ever experienced one.
I present her my neck while casually utilizing her body as a custom-made sword sheath, a snug fit that embraces me perfectly. Seemingly designed for this purpose.
Her teeth bite again, a fierce nibble, leaving another imprint. I sense that familiar throb stirring within me, and I understand that she felt the throb I experienced as I penetrated her fully.
As she desired, she didn't jest when she stated she didn't want it slow. I support myself on my arms to survey her, before elevating myself fully to stand upright. I grasp beneath her knees, gently yet firmly guiding her legs towards her abdomen, exposing her to me entirely before shifting myself, her eyes commencing to roll due to my vigor and speed.
Her body answers more to my motions, as I can sense her arousal clasped around my member like a snug, warm blanket. I observe her hand glide down her body, leisurely, tracing her fingers over her fair silk skin until reaching her parted lips that absorb the majority of my offensive. Moans and groans emerge as her eyes roll even further with each of her movements, trapped in ecstasy. She slows me down to focus a touch better, as I can already detect her tightening around me, the circles she draws and me propelling her toward tremors. A sensation I eagerly anticipate, her walls constricting me, compelling me to smear her white, to generate my climax within her commotion.
Then I perceive it, the first spasm gripping me and her legs trembling in my grip where I have them positioned. Her mouth opens, unleashing a lengthy, drawn-out moan as her neck arches back into a pillow to gaze up, and her additional hand compresses the bedsheets into a balled fist.
I maintain my previous pace, capitalizing on her orgasm to amplify her sensations, as she continues to jerk in front of me, emitting more and more onto me, craving more.
I lower her legs and crouch down, continuing my tempo, to kiss her, to experience more of her, merging skins. She regains some capacity to move now and she wraps her legs around me again, enchanting words emanating from her lips,
"Expel for me, within me now."
By decree, my body initiates, moving rapidly, generating a sudden climax I hadn't been prepared for yet. Her legs tighten, pulling me in deeper as I commence to pulsate, my stiffness growing with each burst of semen. I realize she can feel me swell, my own moans collide with hers as they emanate through me with each pulse of fluid.
"You're right - slow doesn't suit me." I express as I shift my nose against hers.
"No. It. Does. Not." Echoes the retort as I disengage from her.
My spouse, my lover, my existence and life.
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