My Sexual Awakening
The house was dark as we quietly made our way up the stairs. I gathered my things from the bathroom and
returned to our bedroom to find Kelly waiting under the covers for me, undressed. He had already turned on the heating blanket so that I could cozy up with him.
I pulled off my sweater and slipped my yoga pants off, keeping my underwear and tank top on as I climbed into bed with him. I rolled onto my side and nestled the back of my body into him, spooning with him. I’ve always fit so perfectly into his body that way, and I could feel he was already hard as I pressed my butt into him. He inhaled sharply, liking the firm pressure my ass was putting on his manhood. He wrapped me closer into him and began slowly rubbing down my body.
Then out of nowhere, my mind started to wander to all the other involvements in my life. Why can’t I quiet my mind? I asked myself. I was so disheartened. “I’m having a hard time concentrating on just us, baby. I don’t know why I can’t just be in the here and now.”
His deep gentle voice in a half whisper quietly filled my ears from just behind me. “We just have to work on teaching you how. You don’t need to be anywhere else right now, babe. Just concentrate on me touching you, let yourself enjoy it, try not to think about anything else. It’s just you and me.”
Normally my mind wouldn’t have been as influenced and it would have continued to wander, but tonight my heart heard him and it surged with love for him. His words echoed in my ears. “Just concentrate on me touching you… It’s just you and me…” My mind started to clear and my body began to focus on the sensations as I thought only of my husband and his warm body taking care of mine. He slipped his hands under my shirt to explore my torso, back, and breasts. His massaging felt wonderful, and I massaged his thigh with my hand as silent approval. His lips found the nape of my neck, shoulders, and upper back, and I tingled at the moist pressure of his kissing and sucking. One of his hands started to move down my body, finally finding the soft area between my thighs, which was becoming warm and swollen. He ran his fingers over my panty-covered mound, and my vagina started to pulse at the feel of his massaging over my underwear. He took his time, and I could sense he was trying to hold back his need so as to ease me into a deep state of desire.
I couldn’t face away from him any longer. I rotated my body to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing myself as close to him as I could. His arms enveloping me, he tucked his face into my neck and began to slowly kiss my collarbone. Heat surged through me. He knew exactly just how to impassion me.
I abruptly pulled away, not able to stand the clothing on my skin that kept me from fully feeling his body against mine. I removed all that I was still wearing, then quickly returned to his embrace, but drew back just enough to find his lips. Wet, warm, smooth, soft, sweet. We took our time, allowing our kissing to build from gentle and pleasurably lethargic to deep and intense with passion. I sucked on his bottom lip, loving the taste and feel of it. He returned the gesture by tracing my bottom lip with his tongue, causing my breath to catch and quicken. He clearly didn’t want that to let up, so he gently sucked my bottom lip between his soft lips and massaged it with his tongue. My pussy was getting slippery and wet, and I clung tightly to his body, trying to wrap myself as close to him as physically possible.
His hand made its way down my ribcage to my hip, and easing me to my back, slid to the front of my belly and downward. His fingers made direct contact with my flesh this time, making me arch into his body. I couldn’t help but move to his gentle stroking; my clit throbbed and the lips of my vagina swelled at each passing of his fingers, spreading around my wet heat. As his finger entered me, I had to feel his own pulsing. I guided my hand down the front of his body to his engorged penis. I wrapped my hand around it, loving the feel of his thickness. His audible deep draw of air told me it was what he was waiting for. He has told me many times how much he loves it when I touch him. I started to massage his shaft up and down, breathing heavily in my own pleasure and eager to please him. We kissed as we heated each other, fervent for more.
He pulled his hand away and positioned himself on top of me. He rubbed the head of his cock into my soft, wet pussy, spreading the lips apart. The smooth friction felt so, so good. Knowing that I love when he does this, he continued to rub his smooth dick head from my clit back to my perineum and up again, over and over. His heat radiated at the base of my vagina. I so wanted that heat inside of me.
He teased me some more, only pushing his cock into my pussy one shallow bit at a time. I could feel my pussy trying to draw him in, and I moaned ever so quietly, a wordless beg for more. That was all he needed to hear, and he slowly slipped his cock deep inside of me. Each slow thrust that followed was almost more than I could handle. He pulled out of me, wanting me to yearn for more.
“How do you want it, baby?” he asked passionately, kneeling back between my legs and gazing down at my flushed body, his hands moving smoothly over my skin. His face was flushed with arousal.
“Just like this,” I whispered, opening my legs to him even more and wrapping them behind him around his own legs. Slowly he eased his penis back inside of me, both of us exhaling in bliss as he filled me once more, his cock harder than ever. He leaned down to me, and kissed me deeply. My whole body craved to climb into ecstasy with him. He started to gently move his hips, rocking inside of me. I wanted to moan out in pleasure, but was too afraid of waking the baby and interrupting this hot, passionate moment.
He settled in closely on top of me, both of us clutching on to each other and rocking to the rhythm of his broad, slow thrusts. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and shoulders, hanging on as the climax was building. My heart was feeling so full, sharing this amazing pleasure with my husband and having bared my soul to him earlier in the evening. “I want this, I want this more often,” I whispered in his ear, my ragged breaths breaking the words apart. “I want you so bad, baby. I love you so much.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
“Baby, I love you,” he said in a husky whisper. We were both nearing the edge. I moved my hand to my abdomen, and he knew what that meant.
“Touch yourself, babe, do it.” His encouragement made my pussy pulse even more with wetness. I slid my finger to my clit, needing the extra stimulation to spill me over. It wasn’t long before I was there.
“Ohhh, baby, give, give it to me!” I pleaded in a hush. His pace quickened, his thrusts more aggressive. I inhaled sharply and held my breath as my pussy tightened around his cock, the hot spasms coursing through my body. Every nerve ending felt sensitive as the pleasure surged from the spot of its origin, and I panted heavily between held breaths, trying to stay as quiet as I could. My fingers dug in behind his shoulders, and I held onto him tightly, riding out the wave.
He followed me moments later. His rhythmic breaths quickened. He slammed his cock faster and more forcefully up inside me as I writhed beneath him. Then a catch and strain, his body tightening with the explosive release. He was struggling to stay quiet as well, huffing to try to restrain the reaction to such unbelievable ecstasy.
“Yeah, baby, yeah,” I whispered to him, encouraging him on. “I love feeling you cum.” He gripped the bed, jolting and trembling as the orgasm overtook him. I was elated in his pleasure and my own.
He relaxed on top of me as we both came down off of the high. Our breathing slowed, our bodies went limp. All we had the energy to do was hold each other, damp with sweat and dizzy with euphoria.
After several minutes, he slowly lifted himself, kissed me tenderly, and shifted next to me, laying back down, draping an arm and leg over me. I turned slightly to tuck the back of my body into him again. Safe, warm, loved. As I fell into an enveloping sleep, things felt complete again between us.
I’m so thankful to God that He gave me the courage to begin this journey of my sexual awakening with my husband. I know there will still be hang-ups along the way, but I’m so ready to never look back. Through sex, I want to find myself and open myself up to the man who holds my heart in his hands.
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