There are those nights where I know my husband is going to fuck me. It’s the slight changes in the way he breathes. It’s the movement in his body and the touch of his fingertips, but mostly it’s in the way he breathes. My acute awareness of slight changes in behavior, still baffle my husband to this day. It both takes him by surprise and makes it very difficult for him to surprise me.
So, it come as no shock when my husband covers my neck in kisses, his hands wandering over my body. It comes as no surprise, that as his erection hardens, he is on top of me, claiming my body for his pleasure. He fucks me quick and hard while I lay on my back. He stops occasionally, letting his cock pull out and thrusts back in. He leans back, letting his hips rock into mine. He collapses on top of me, suffocating me with his fuck.
He wants more. He wants my pleasure. My husband rolls over onto his back and I straddle him. In one easy roll of my hips, I take his cock within me and begin grinding against him. He knows me. He knows me better than any lover ever has and perhaps ever will. He knows what I need in order to get off. My husband thrusts his hips forward, giving me something solid and hard to grind against. Little shocks of pleasure erupt from my clit. I lean forward, allowing my body to blanket his own as I roll my hips. It is not enough. I lean back again, riding his cock for my pleasure. We both want this. We both need my orgasm.
His hands drift up my body. My pert nipples rub agasint his palms as I fuck him. My groans grow louder. I can feel the pleasure building with each roll of my hips. So can my husband. “Yes,” he breathes agasint me. His hand drifts up and rests against my neck. I expect his fingers to start tightening around my neck but they never do.
My pace begins to quicken slightly as the pleasure builds. His fingers drift closer to my mouth. I half expect him to offer me a finger to suck on, but he never does. Suddenly, the waves of pleasure begin to hit me and then it happens. My husband covers my mouth with his hand. This sends me over the edge. This, takes me by surprise. The act of having my orgasm stifled makes me even louder and I scream and groan into his hand. Feeling his hand clasp against my mouth sends me into a surrendering state of mind. I lose myself in the moment. All I feel is his hand, the breath being forced out of my nostrils and my orgasm times a hundred. All I can hear are my muffled screams. Until he explodes as well. We come together in the darkness. His orgasm intensifies my own. There is no explanation of how absolutely amazing it is to feel the pulsations of his cock as my own orgasm pulsates. It’s electric. It’s the ultimate high.
It’s some of the best sex I’ve had in a long time. And wouldn’t you know… it’s with my husband.
© At Longings End
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