Comforting Love

Hi everyone?, my husband Matthew and I are very new here, but we do enjoy reading about how all of you are so loving with each other and keep God in your relationships.  My husband and I have had a lot of curveballs thrown our way these last few months and we’ve found that there is nothing God can not carry us through, and our relationships and intimate moments with our spouses are one of the ways that He blesses us to get through those hard times.  They’ve hit Matty pretty hard, but he does keep an outer front of strength up, so to the untrained eye, it is hard to tell that he’s been hurting.  We, and especially Matty, have found our marriage bed to be a wonderful way to comfort each other and make sense of everything going on around us, all while having quite a bit of fun!  I wanted to share with you a moment that my wonderful husband and I shared a few nights ago, as it meant a great deal to me to be able to love on him that particular day.  I’m very new at this haha, so here goes!

My husband and I live in a residential area in Boston, and there’s a charming coffee shop down the street from our townhouse, as many city streets have.  We were sitting there having coffee with one another, discussing work and I was telling my husband about a research article that I was reading.  After about a good hour we made our way back to our home and Matty offered to make dinner as he often does.

Why don’t you work on your report and I’ll make dinner darling, he said.

Grateful for my husband I walked to my office and began to work.  I should have mentioned earlier that I’m in the international branch of law and work with main communications and human rights cases.  I had been in the middle of a particularly touchy case, and a lot was at stake.  As I typed away on my computer, I received some very, very saddening news about a group of people that I had been working with.  Within seconds I was in tears and feeling like the world was a cold and horrible place, angry I asked God why such injustices are allowed to happen.  I sat at my desk for about an hour, crying and praying and taking endless phone calls.  As I finished my husband called from downstairs—

Babe dinner is ready; I made your favorite!  

Little did he know that upstairs sat a wife very much not in the mood for food.  He came into my office, and his jaw dropped at my tear stained face.  

Aaralyn baby, what’s wrong, what happened?

I told my darling husband about what went wrong, and the lives that had been lost.  He held me as I cried and prayed with me.  As we embraced an enormous hunger for him filled me and I became so in need for his love that I ached for him.  

Matty, I need you so much, darling, I need you to me… please.

He looked me in my eyes, and he ran his hands through my hair, Ara sweetheart, come here baby, and with that, he led me to our bedroom and tenderly undressed me.

Let me take care of you sweetheart; everything is gonna be okay.  I know that things seem dark to you right now– but God promises never to leave us comfortless, and just like Him I’ll never leave you without my love and comfort either.

I began to tear up again and Mathew caressed me all over.  My passion was pounding by now, and I thanked him and God for their love for me.  I wanted nothing more than to have him inside of me, listening to our moans of ecstasy and the iron creaking as we writhe with sexual desire on our bed.

Ara baby I need to be buried deep in you right now, I love you so much baby, I need it so bad, I’m throbbing!

Oh, Matty, you’re so hard I need your hard cock buried deep inside my pussy right now, I’m on fire!

Come here darling, let me take care of you.  Let me make you feel good and pleasure you, he soothed.

Matty gently climbed on top of me, and we both let out sighs of relief as he sunk slowly within my walls.

Oh Aaralyn baby, you’re! So warm and tight and wet!!  Ohh yes baby you feel so good, ugh thank you, baby, I’ve got you, no one is gonna hurt you, I love you and our sex so much!

Hearing Matty talk during sex is a huge turn-on for me, and that combined with his strong and hard thrusts made my eyes roll back in my head.  I grabbed him gently and flipped us over so that I was on top.  Matty smiled, and I began to grind on his hard cock and roll my hips over his:

Oh baby, yes please oh it’s so good.  

Yes, Mathew, oh gosh, you’re so big and hard, you’re hitting just the right spot!

Aaralyn princess, oh yea, I love you my sweet, sweet girl.  This feels go good, oh yes.  Your tight, warm pussy feels so good when you grind it on my cock just like that!

Matty could tell that I was close, and I usually reach my high before him, so he rolled us over so he was on top and went to town trusting into my heat as hard and fast as possible.  He began slamming deep into me, just how he knows I like, while trying to bring himself to the edge as well.

He practically screamed out, Oh God yes please I love her so much!!

Matty began to cry out in joy, and he slid in and out of me, giving us both immense pleasure.

Ahh yes baby I’m so close Matty please keep going– oh yes I love this song much, I need it, baby!  I cried.

Oh my babygirl, I’m gonna make you cum I promise. I’m so proud of you, I’m gonna take care of you, you can do it, just let go.  I need you to cum in me baby, I’m so horny, I love you so much!

With a couple of hard thrusts from my darling hubby, I exploded into ecstasy around him, my warmth pulsating around him as I writhed in pleasure beneath.

My baby was so close to his orgasm, and I scratched his scalp just like I know he likes to help him reach his edge, whispering small words of encouragement in his ear.  Within a minute or two Matty began to flinch in pleasure.

Ohh my baby, ahh yes this feels so good, I’m cumming, oh Aaralyn I love you, I love to make love to you!

My sweet husband crashed down on top of me, and we kissed lovingly.  

My Aaralyn, I love you, are you okay?  Matty began to stroke my back and took me into his arms.

My husband prayed over me, and together we prayed for all of the people over seas who are being persecuted.  I don’t think that life will ever really get easier, in fact, I suppose we are told that things will probably be getting more tumultuous until Jesus comes back or calls us home, but I will be eternally grateful for the blessings He gives us to ease the pain, and for the prefect love that He does it in.