He couldn’t wait to drive me wild

It had been a while since we had a passionate night. Throughout our marriage, we’ve made it a point to have sex at least two times a week, at the least. Grad school was keeping us busy, and we were working 45 hours (minimal) a week. Weekends were full of commitments to our families, church, and community. The majority of our sex time wasn’t long, so it seemed like we were having quickies. By this time, I was craving long lasting sex, full of passion and intimacy, but didn’t pay my craving much attention. I remember telling my husband of this as we rode to church and that day was going to be busy, so we knew it wasn’t going down that night, but he said: “I seriously can’t wait to drive you wild.”

The following week was busy, as usual, but there was one particular morning I woke up feeling rested, although I hadn’t slept longer hours than normal. For some reason, I felt rested and didn’t feel the pressures of life or anything else for that matter. In fact, I drove to work thinking about sex. I couldn’t get sex out of my mind at work. Around midday, I went to use the bathroom, and as I pulled my panties down, I noticed that it was soaking wet. I slid my finger up my pussy and felt that I was wet. 

This must have been from all my thoughts about sex that morning. I went back to my cubicle and began to day dream about the orgasms my husband had given me in the past. I started to get horny and desirous of such intense orgasms with my husband. We both had classes that evening, and I knew if we both attended class, we’d be too tired at the end of the night to have a really good sex session. So I text him from work “I need you, baby.” He texts back “what’s up?” and I wrote, “I’m soaking wet thinking about what you do to me.” He called me, and he was amused that I was having these thoughts in the middle of work. I told him that it would be nice if we were to take the evening off and enjoy it to ourselves. I opted to skip class, and he said he’d make a technical appearance to his class and leave after 45 minutes. I thought this was perfect because it would give me enough time to get ready for him. I left work early, went to the mall and bought a black, silk, nightie (for easy access). I then went home and took a long bath, shaved, and it was almost time for him to get home. I put on the nightie and dabbed a sexy little perfume and went to the living room to wait for him on the sofa. I kept mesmerizing about what we would do and the pleasure we would both feel. He finally got home, and he found me on the sofa. He kissed me and asked if he could shower. He showered very quickly and joined me on the sofa, naked. We kissed deeply and I could feel my body getting aroused from his presence. I panted a little and looked into his eyes. I was yearning for him.

He kissed my neck and licked me in downward motions, onto my nipples. He caressed my hard nipples with his hand and rolled his tongue on them simultaneously. It felt so good. He then took his hands down to my pussy and found me soaking wet. My juices were running down my ass. He softly touched the lips of my pussy and I breathed hard anticipating for more. “I love you,” I said looking at him and he said “You are the best. You feel and smell so good.” From there, he fingered my pussy just about everywhere he could touch and shortly after, he put his middle finger inside me. He immediately found me G-spot and I exhaled, “Oh god, this feels so good.” He stroked my G so softly that I felt like I was slowly going crazy from the amount of pleasure and satisfaction it gave me. On one hand, it felt like there is no greater feeling, and on the other, my desire for pleasure increased. He took off my nightie, spread my legs, went in between them and started to lick my pussy. The movements of his tongue on my clit and his finger on my G-spot was a feeling out of this world. I lifted my legs high in the air to give him more access and he kept going. He stroked and licked, and my passion for this man, who made me his, grew. I moaned and panted and breathed hard, wanting and needing him all the more. “Fuck me inside baby,” I told him. I wanted to feel his manhood, skin to skin, inside me. Only this could get me where I needed to go. I told him once more “come fuck me, please, I need you inside me honey.” He lifted his face and moved up. We were now locking eyes. His eyes and face were soft and loving. I kissed his forehead. This was the man of my life and only he could give me what I was longing for. He lifted one of my legs and held it in the air as he shoved his shaft into my wet pussy. That initial feeling of him inside me drove me crazy. A small tear came out of my eye. I closed my eyes and felt every single stroke and motion from my man. I held tight onto his back and shortly after entering me, I started to feel like I was losing myself to what I was feeling. 

My mind and body were weak, although I was aware of what was happening, I just couldn’t comprehend why it was overtaking me. Oh my God, it felt amazing. And every pound from his manhood was driving me further and further from earth. I remember moaning and him telling me “you feel so good honey,” and I saying “What the fuck are you doing to me, I’ve never felt like this before.” My words excited him and he kissed my lips deeply, and deeper and deeper he went inside of me and I could feel my body moving in different ways. I spread my legs even wider in the air and it felt like this got him to go even deeper and the feeling overtook me. I moaned intensely and held tight onto him, kissing his neck. I started to climax and everything he was doing to me made me cry moans of passion and pleasure. My pussy contracted and I came. I collapsed on the sofa and tried to come back to earth. It was the best orgasm … until the next one. He hadn’t cum, so he asked if he could stay inside. Moments after, he was slowly moving inside of me and I started moving my hips to excite him and make him cum. 

It felt good, surprisingly, as I had just had an intense orgasm. He put one knee on the floor and turned me on my back and I arched my back for a perfect doggy style position. He fucked me so hard I started to scream again. “Baby you want me to cum again?” I knew what I was feeling was going to make me cum, so I kept enjoying him as he did his thing. His manhood was hitting directly on my G-spot and it was driving me crazy. I clenched hard onto the sofa and arched my back even more so I could feel every pound. It didn’t take long for us cum and we did, together. We held each other after and remembered why we were married in the first place. It was for nights like this, living to satisfy each other in ways nothing or no one else could. We hardly slept that night, as we stayed up talking and holding each other and, oh, I gave him the best blow job ever. I can’t wait for us to do this again this week.