How Will You…? Redux

My hands tweak at my nipples as the sun sinks lower. You’ll be home soon, and my body cries out for your closeness. How will you claim me tonight?

Your dashing face bear a smile to mask your exhaustion, and I snake my arms around your waist and rest my head on your pecs, inhaling your hard work musk as you exhale the day’s stress. 

I lead you to the shower and peel your clothes away as steam fills the room.  Our reflections fog while I give you a reassuring peck, pass you your towel, and leave you to decompress.

I peel off the few remainders of my clothes and get comfortable, then lazily doze under the covers, warming your side of the bed to the soundtrack of running water.  When the tap turns and the waterfall ceases, your sighs echo through our home. You towel off weary limbs, ready to relax and prepare for another day.

The bathroom light flicks off, and I roll to my side as you envelope yourself with the bedsheet. I trail kisses up your shoulder to your ear and inquire about the good parts of the day.

My thumbs find your strong neck, and I knead the knots that shelter your tension.  Your moans are like placated purrs as I sit on your bum to massage your powerful back. Your daily reflections are interrupted by your sighs of relief, mingled with my coos of pleasure as your masseuse gyrates a neglected clit against your tailbone. I’m so turned on by your rippling muscles, and the tales of your day heighten my love for your steadfast devotion and persevering labour.

Looking at the clock, I know sleep should be imminent as you recuperate for another hard day’s work. I kiss your neck, your cheek, your mouth, wish you good night, and dismount to my side of the bed. Your sunburned arm creeps over my ribs and you draw me closer. My back presses against your clean chest, and you tuck your knees into the back of mine.

I am safe. I an secure. I am at peace. I moan in bliss, but the exhale is cut short and transformed into a squeak as your fingers hungrily grasp at my globes. Instantly, my pussy is soaked, renewing the wellspring that I had left simmering but unsatisfied when I saw your fatigue.

My fountain is quickly discovered as you drop your hand to my mound. Palming me, you pull me against yourself as your rigid cock presses against my crease. You rub against my backside, taunting me as your fingers casually wander between my lips. I’m allowed mere fingertips of penetration as you dip in to collect, then share, my moisture.

I rock back against you, angling to get your fingers deeper or free the powerful rod now held against my back. Your strong hands hold me still, and your beard tickles my ear as you gently whisper, “Hush. Soon.”

My passions are ablaze, desperate to be taken by you. Yet your tenderness is unwavering, holding me on course for a slow but steady crescendo of bliss. We spoon, my mind awash in the wonders of your manual manipulation but instinctively pressing back against you. Minutes or hours go by, I can’t tell, I’m lost in your commitment to my pleasure.

My moans of torrid tension fill the room until your hand leaves my wet nether lips to find my mouth. Your finger dips in, and I taste my honey there. I lick and lap at your hand, wishing it was your dick.

Suddenly your hand closes over my mouth, and you remind me your cock has better places to be. You lift my leg, grasping around it to my hip for leverage. With my mouth still covered, I wantonly arch my back and moan as I surrender to your manhood.

Ever the tease, your tip caresses my lips and plays in my wet folds. I whimper, pushing back towards you, but your hands hold me steady. Slowly, you tantalizingly ease into my pussy, and I’m awash in pleasure. Bit by bit, you open me, and your hand leaves my mouth to tap, tickle and tug at my nipples. I’m a wreck, and turn my head to bite the pillow as your skillful maneuvers push me past the brink.

Feeling me pulse around you, you quicken your thrusts. Boom. Boom. Boom. Uh. Uh. Uh. Yes. Yes. Yes. Ahhhhhhhh, we melt together at your release and hold our spooning position until you slip out of me and off to sleep.

Will you claim me like that tonight?