I could’ve used this time to do an MMO session but I opted not to. As much as I would’ve loved to inundate myself in mesmerizing waves of orgasmic pleasure, I opted to lay quietly with you instead.
When I awoke moments ago you were sound asleep cuddled against me. As I lay there listening to your deep and even breathing I thought about Valentines Day the day before. I had done the chocolate and flowers and the next installment of the silly handmade narrative story that I always do for you; you reciprocated with one of your new cards from your Valentines Day line. It was a very nice day but it didn’t resonate of my adoration for you. But as I lay there under the covers soaking in your feminine warmth, the holiday and everything I did for you seemed so trivial.
As I lay here skin to skin under the covers with you the cool light is shifting from blue to light grey. My life and this warm sweet moment with you is suspended in this hazy interregnum between day and night. I am comforted by the weight of the quilt that you made to celebrate our 5th anniversary. Memories of so many years of shared nights under this quilt with your feminine softness makes my eyes well up. I pull you closer to me. As I lay here sharing this moment, the delicate essence of your femininity strokes my chest and my belly. I feel the sweet tease of your mystique trailing down my torso it cradles my balls and warms them, coaxing them to hang free in the loving caress of your femininity. Even in your deep sleep your sexuality inspires my love and desire for you..
I roll to my side facing you and gingerly slide one arm underneath you being careful not to waken you. Raising my leg up, I rest it in the soft valley of your waist and pelvis. I run my fingers through your silken hair and cradle your head in my large hand. I draw your face to the firm warmth strength of my chest. I am surrounding you in my masculine sensuality. You gravitate to my protective warmth and my scent. I smell of soap and spice with a lilt of my desire. You snuggle into the hair on my chest and sigh happily. We are as close together as we can possibly be. It is the most blissful sensation; my heart slows in response to the love that is permeating me.
Your soft hair is under my chin. In the warmth of our bed, your sexual scent rises up to my nostrils; the familiarity of the aroma of your moist pussy is saturating my head. The aroma of your sleepy desire assures me that the sexy woman in my arms is you. I wonder if you are dreaming of me and if that dream is wetting your cleft. I recognize your sweet musky scent in the blue grey darkness. Your shampoo, your skin and the subtle lilting scent of your ever present desire for me creeps into my nostrils. Warmed by my embrace, it is not just your vagina that weeps for me but your skin also seems to exude the perfume of your sexuality. The warm lush air under our covers is growing into a thick pungent cocktail of my arousal and your sensual desire.
As I lay here, I drink in the scent of your lush desire in as a parched soul slakes his thirst with crystal clear water from a high mountain stream. I can’t suck it in fast enough to satisfy my thirst for you. As I gulp your essence in, it swells my lust for you. My hands slide over the smooth soft skin of your back. I love the velvet softness of your back. Your magic begins to penetrate me; my peace is being subtly transformed into a deep erotic longing for you as my penis twitches in response to your magic.
Laying here I am thinking of Valentines Day and its symbolic hearts. They seem trivial.
The thought of a fake heart expressing love is incongruous. It makes no sense to me. The love I am feeling has other symbols; indeed that love is exerting its control on me, but it is not on my heart. Your feminine charm has wrapped itself around my cock and is gently tugging it to erection and teasing it to weep for you in its anguished stiffness. I am suddenly struck that the true symbol of love needs to be my penis, dewy with arousal.
I kiss the top of your head gently. The feel of your hair on my face and your skin under my hands has not only hardened my cock but it has swelled my balls; I am literally aching for you. Images of this moment and the feelings I have for you are flooding my body. Your desire is rushing into my body, with a torrent of emotion, it is inflaming my desire. You have opened the gates of my lust and you are filling me with sensations of desperate sexual need and unmitigated adoration.
As I lay here images of my straining cock replaced images of hearts as an expression of my love for you; I envision you kissing and mouthing the warm tallow dripping from the slit in my penis. The image of my penis as a candle burning, dripping hot tallow from its flame captures my imagination.
I am inspired. My erection steels my resolve to penetrate you and seek the warm sweet relief of your wanton cunt. I think of that word …… cunt. It is so vulgar. Yet it is so arousing. I think of the sexy complexity of the moist tender pink flower that is your femininity.
Laying there I think of the many times I have laid my head on your parted thighs at the threshold of the sweet mouth of your womanhood. So many times you have offered your wetted pussy lips to the teasing bliss of my tongue. The sensation of kissing the delicate moist folds of silken skin that frame your vagina is one that I recall thousands of times a year. Thoughts of that warm divine path to your sexual soul fill my mind as I am laying here. I recall the warm and luxuriously soft delicacy of your pussy lips on my own lips when I kiss them tenderly and tongue the sweet flesh to blush and swell in arousal.
I recall the feel of the warm mouth of your pussy on my lips and how it inflames my desire for you. The shameless desire you feel for the probing adoration of my tongue parting your lips and teasing your clit causes your pink mouth to drool its lust for my tongue’s adoration. I think of your modesty. You are so very modest about your sexuality and your vagina in particular. You are not comfortable with the wanton display of your pussy to me even after all these years; however that modesty melts away as your desire for me grows and you are gripped with arousal. As your nipples harden, your vagina becomes your cunt. You begin to lose control and inhibition.
Your cunt yawns in anticipation, self consciousness disappears. You don’t care that your cunt in its pungent, dripping arousal is inches from my loving tongue and that I will soon savor the pungent liquor of you lust on my lips. In fact the very idea of the vulgarity of this all turns you on more than you would ever admit.
I think of your silken pearl, buried in the fleshy petals of your lush grotto. As it is hardening it is slowly being pushed from its protective skin cloak by the desperation of your arousal. As your desire grows your tender bead erects itself and becomes exquisitely sensitive. It is peering from the fleshy petals that protect it. As the fire of desire is burning in your cunt, it teases your clit to search for stimulation and ultimately the divine anguish of orgasm.
As your hardening clit betrays your arousal the mouth of your cunt is dilating and opening itself to my tongues pleasure and ultimately to the desperate satisfaction of penetration. I imagine peering into the lust scented focus of your desire, and the sweet wet succor of orgasm that awaits me in your sensual cleft.
I think of your arousal growing and your lips swelling and darkening and the thick honey collecting in droplets that frame the gaping opening of your femininity; the swollen flower of your sex is begging for stimulation and satisfying penetration. I can envision in my mind your chest heaving in aroused desperation to be filled by my hot cock. I imagine you swooning in gratified relief as my throbbing cock pulses ropes of hot cum into the enveloping soft cushion of your thirsty vagina.
I think of my cock throbbing between my legs and my sack that is heavy with desire for you. As I lay there in my growing arousal I see an erotic scene of my cockhead nestled in your pussy lips. I imagine my cockhead disappearing as it slowly plumbs the depths of you. I am envisioning the length of my aching cock as it parts the mouth of your flower and sinks into the warmth of you.
As I think about laying on you I think of the warm soothing sensual feeling of being deep inside you. Your raw feminine desire radiates from you and penetrates me; it warms the tallow in my balls. The act of accepting part of my body to be deep inside you is very humbling and arousing. It is not only a sensual, erotic and arousing act but it spiritual as well. It also speaks to how much you are committed to me and how much you trust me. I think of the tallow that a moment earlier was pooled in my balls will erupt into your pussy and the joy that you feel awaiting that liquid gift.
I began to think of the rhythmic grinding of my penis deep inside your cunt, as I stroke the silken walls of your channel, poking and probing all your sensitive erotic trigger spots until you are grasping the sheets in a frenzy of intense sexual arousal. Your inflamed desire is coating my probing cock with the lubrication of your lust. As I rise up and plunge into the creamy hot depths of you I think of you rolling and returning my thrusts under me; your pelvis strains upward as you press against my groin to accept more of me deep inside you. The sensation that is glowing in your pussy is driving you wild. . Soon your arousal will approach the razor thin edge between erotic desperation and the body twisting relief of climax.
In the midst of your sleep you begin to stir. I am jerked from my erotic daydream as I feel you stretching beside me.
All of a sudden I am aware of reality and your stirring body. This is not a daydream any more. The reality of your sexy warmth next to me drives me to kiss your temple. The desire that I feel for you that my imagination has been crafting over the last hour of my own reverie is seeking its own expression. You press your head against me and begin to stroke my chest and trace a line down to my groin. Your hand stumbles into my rock hard penis which betrays my own lust as it drools my wet arousal. You giggle and waste no time coating my hardened cock with my own slippery juice.
You shuck down on my chest and adroitly latch onto my nipple and begin to suckle from me. The jolt of desire shoots across my body like an electric shock. I groan and push your mouth against my nipple and in a throaty grunt urge you to bite it. As you oblige by nipping the turgid rubbery button with your teeth my cock feels like it has been set on fire.
You dip your fingers in the stream of precum that is rolling down my cock. Coating your fingers with the slick heat from my arousal you transfer it to your pussy. Dipping your fingers in the opening of your cunt, the sweet clear liquid that was moments earlier deep inside of me is now coating the opening of your pussy.
The moments of kissing and stroking stretch into an unknown span of time. I lose track of reality as I cover your breasts, nipples, lips and neck with tender kisses. I can’t tell where I am or how long it has been but I am on fire for you and your pussy is literally dripping for me.
The image that I had moments earlier of having my cock get swallowed by your gaping vagina is now being played out. Lying on our sides we scissor our legs and hitch together to bring my penis into alignment with your glistening cleft. As we embrace you insert my erection to the opening of that soft warm gateway to your pleasure. I feel your luxuriously wet and warm pussy lips kiss the tip of my cock. As we kiss and stroke each others heads I feel you push against me and I feel your pussy swallowing my penis.
As we embrace and kiss we dance a dance of sensual urgency. My hard cock is deep inside the seething hot pit of your sex and you in turn grasp my organ squeezing it and tugging at it as you try to milk my cream from me. We are twisting and writhing in each others arms as I grind my cock deep inside of you. I strain to push deeply into you; as I plunge into the core of you my senses are overwhelmed by the lush heat of the core of you.
The pressure of my grinding into you was providing divine friction for you as well. The erotic friction was edging you closer and closer to the desperate relief that your pussy craved. As your desperation mounts your agonized pussy oozes its own lubrication, it coats my cock and it is making a large wet spot in the bed underneath us. We kiss feverishly and cling to each other as our exquisite crescendo was building.
The climax crashes into you first. As I drill your agonized pussy you stiffen in my arms as the hard jolt of orgasm explodes deep in your cunt. You tremble and shudder in my arms and bear down on my cock as the epicenter of your orgasmic earth quake twists and racks your pussy and radiates waves of anguished pleasure throughout your body. As you lose control I hold you to me. I sooth your anguished lips with kisses while I prod your cunt to quake in ecstasy with my insistent cock.
As you were shuddering in the grip of your climax, I feel my own arousal climbing towards crescendo. I know that soon the gates of my own orgasm will open up. As I feel my desperation elevating I hug you hard and press my agonized cock into you. You are shuddering in the last throws of your rapture, your groans and grunts are quieting to quiet mewls. As the spasms that have jerked your body quiet, I reach my own crisis. I cannot contain the pleasure anymore.
Then in a crash, the thunder of agonizing pleasure rolls through my body and grips my cock and prostate in the iron grip of exquisite joy. I stiffen, arch my back and push my penis up into the warm clinging wetness of you. The spasms deep inside of me begin to milk the cream from me. Then I lose control as the spasms pulse that cream deep into your hot pink well of pleasure. After several agonizingly sweet paroxysms I am empty and the orgasm quiets.
The orange light of morning is blazing through the venetian blinds now. We both are laying a post orgasmic stupor. Your delicious hole has been rubbed raw red from the frenzy of our coupling. Your pussy mouth is brimming over with my cum, the heat of your cunt has thinned my cum to a stream that is running down your inner thigh. My flaccid penis, slimy with our cum is draped on my own thigh, it has been teased to regurgitate its passion and now its is virtually useless.
I am satisfied; my lust has been drained from me, sucked from the formerly steel hard spike of my manhood. Where I previously was filled with unmitigated erotic desire for you, it has now been replaced with deep adoration. I have claimed you by giving you the warm liquid testimonial of my love. It sits in a hot thick pool deep inside of you. In a seemingly boastful show of the love you have for me you proudly let that testimonial leak from your swollen pussy for me to see.
As I struggle to regain my sense of reality I think that what we just experienced . . . the blissful wonder of penetration resulting in the fevered exchange of fluids and the divine love that I now feel.
As the blaze of daylight enters the room and I hold you close to me, we kiss in appreciation. Appreciation of our love, appreciation of the pleasure we have just shared and thankfulness for the moments like this that we are privileged to have. I conclude that this is what Valentine s Day is about. Not cartoon hearts.
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