Through the Fabric
I lay on our bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat spreading through my body. Clad in my favorite pink panties and a comfortable grey top, I watch as my husband sits beside me, his strong, hairy body dressed in only boxers. His average build is deceptively powerful, and his attentiveness to my needs is evident in every touch.
He leans down to kiss me, his lips hungry and demanding. I respond eagerly, my body arching into his as his hands begin to explore. He knows exactly how to touch me, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties, dipping below the waistband to tease my sensitive skin. I gasp, already aching for more.
His hands move to my inner thighs, squeezing and rubbing gently as he kisses a trail down my neck, my collarbone, and my stomach. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, pulling the fabric taut against my most intimate area. I can feel the wetness building, the fabric growing damp with my arousal.
He begins to rub me through my panties, the sensation intense and overwhelming. I buck my hips, trying to get closer, to feel more. He obliges, increasing the pressure and speed, his fingers working me expertly. I can feel every ridge of his fingers, every movement deliberate and designed to drive me wild.
He finds my clit, rubbing it through the thin, wet fabric. I moan, my hands fisting the sheets as I try to hold on. He knows just how to touch me, his fingers moving in circles, then up and down, then in small, tight circles again. I’m a mess of sensations, my body tensing as I climb higher and higher.
He doesn’t let up, his fingers relentless as they rub and circle, applying just the right amount of pressure. I can feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my belly that promises to explode. He leans down, his breath hot on my ear as he whispers words of encouragement, his fingers never stopping their magical work.
I cry out, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashes over me. Wave after wave of pleasure rocks through me, my hips bucking wildly as he rides out my orgasm, his fingers slow and gentle now, drawing out every last tremor.
He pulls me into his arms, his body shaking slightly with his own arousal. I can feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, against my cheek. I smile, my body happy, completely satisfied by his attentive and skilled touch.
That was exactly what I needed.
This is a beautifully sexy story! There are times when a man should just take care of his wife and this is a wonderful example.
I love how he knows your body so well and does just the things you need to feel good.
I believe every man should know his wife in this way and just give sometimes.
I also find it extra naughty that he made you cum in your panties. 😉
I am really looking forward to my future husband doing this for me (and of course, I want to pleasure him with my hands too!). This is one of my usual go-to masturbation techniques – rubbing over my thong – and it's a naughty delight to soak the fabric with my arousal. The only drawback is my wrists get so achy! 🤪
Wow… [That's] so sexy. Your husband is so lucky tasting and pleasuring you. I'm rock hard reading that you cummed for your husband 😘
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Sabrinaaaaa… You had me biting my bottom lip and my fingertips tracing over my own body. (The fact that I was naked helped)! I'm dripping.