She Put Her Finger In Her Mouth

“Honey, I’m home! Come out, come out, wherever you are!” I yelled up the stairs to our bedroom. “Hmmm. Well, if she isn’t here, maybe that explains the setup on the couch.”

After about five minutes, a sound came from the bathroom. “Wonder what that was,” I thought. “Maybe she is home and just didn’t hear me.” Just then, I heard the bathroom door open and the delicate sound of my wife’s feet walking down the steps.

From my vantage point, the first thing I saw was those beautiful legs of hers extending from underneath her favorite bath towel, which was wrapped tightly around her breasts and tucked under her arm. She turned to find me staring at her perfect body and stopped at the last step of the stairs and gave me a look that would melt ice.

I started to say “Hi,” but she put her finger to her mouth and got down on her hands and knees and began to crawl to me slowly—never losing eye contact—with a very ‘devilish’ look in her eyes. As her body rubbed up my legs, the towel wrapped around her started to come loose, and I effortlessly discarded it by gliding my hands down her ribs.

Moving lower with ease, she got into my lap. I caressed her backside while pulling her hips against my stomach as she offered her breasts to my waiting mouth.

“Mmmmmm. Dear, please—I’ve been waiting all day for you to get home,” she pled as her body screamed for attention, rubbing against me like a cat in heat. She began pulling my shirt off, moaning again into my ear as she ground her hips against my now rock hard penis.

“Take off my pants, baby,” I said, “and take whatever you want and whatever you need. I am here for you.”

I released my stuff, and she grabbed my penis. She has always loved how it feels in her hand. It amazed her that, even though it didn’t look big, she couldn’t close her fist around it unless she squeezed. Holding me, feeling her fingers open up as she strokes me, reminded her of how she feels when I put it inside of her—stretching her to the limit, surprising her that I can fit it all in. She almost couldn’t stop rubbing her clitoris as she looked at my penis, but she needed too.

She looked back up at me as she climbs back up on top of my lap. Still holding my penis, she rubbed the tip against her now swollen clit, sending shivers through her body as she coated me with her juices. Then she slid down me.

As she neared the base of my penis, her neck arched back, and she closed her eyes. Even though soaking wet, it “hurt so good” to feel her vagina stretching to accept my entire penis, and she loves it. She has always loved it every time we make love. Her body begs to feel that pleasure of being brought to the edge of pain but feeling only ecstasy.

She put her hand on my mouth as I start to moan from the pleasure she gave me. Then she put a finger to her lips.

We always let lose in bed, but every once in a while, we are quiet so we can hear me moving inside of her. With the stillness, I can listen to every breath and hear her heartbeat beginning to settle into a pattern to match mine.

My penis slid into her almost effortlessly as she became so unbelievably wet. She felt me getting close to the edge as my penis began to pulse and get even harder inside of her. Faster she went, taking the lips of her vagina to the very tip of my penis and almost letting it fall out before she dropped back down into my lap harder and faster till neither of us could hold back any longer. I pulled her head down to my shoulder, crushing her breasts against my chest.

The feeling of my penis pulsing inside of her became too much; she began to orgasm all over it, biting down on my shoulder to keep herself from screaming and waking up everyone in the building.

We lay together for just a few minutes before I rolled out from underneath. Then I got behind her, and she rested her chest against the cushions of the couch.

Slowly I began to rub my penis against the lips of her vagina, spreading them, and the action made me grow harder and harder. Soon I couldn’t wait anymore; I inserted my penis into her vagina with one strong push, making her wince at the pleasurable intensity. I began pumping into her, grasping her shoulder with one hand and pushing her into me as my other hand grabbed her nipple and massaged it, making it as hard as a pebble between my fingers.

As I thrust one last time into her tight wet vagina, I released into her a blast. The slow sensation of my penis inside of her made her come again. Every time that I brought her close and her clitoris rubbed against my balls, another orgasm rocked her body.

We fell into a naked heap on the floor of our living room with me still inside of her, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm for another ten minutes or so. Every time I adjusted positions, her vagina shuddered, and she smiled. We lay there in each other’s arms, loving the fact that we found each other and that we will never know a day without each other.