there was a time when it was enough to just dream. When the imagined sound of his voice would make her knees weak and make her hands tremble as they once had at his touch. It made her comforted to know she can visit those moments over and over, and it was enough for a while.
He would be across the room intently watching a program on the television and she would slink into his lap in the negligee she wore on their wedding night. He wasn't the sort to be easily distracted or to be toyed with, but the site of the fluffy peaches and cream see-through fabric got him in the groin every time. It wouldn't be mere seconds before he would be up and out of the easy chair with her scooped up in his arms and carrying her off into their bedroom. He would plop her on the bed gently and allow her to watch him undress slowly. It wasn't the goofy and funny "pretending to be" a burlesque dancer kind of undress. He would unbutton or pull off whatever shirt he wore in a slow deliberate manner and then unzip his jeans while running his thumb along the waistband of his jockies, painfully slow, as he watched her eyes follow his digit. Then he would lock gazes with her and tuck the thumb in deeper as he slid off first his left leg, then his right one and "tricked" his socks off with the foot of the other leg, and then climb in a cat-like manner as he prowled ever-so-closely to her form in her fluffy negligee.
His nakedness made her warm and burning hot to the point that she would sweat in next to nothing at all. He was so comfortable in his skin and it amazed her because so many men were not. They'd quickly jump out of their clothes, some even bold enough to make fun or play at it in jest, then even more quickly jump under the covers and always so aware of the coverings the whole time they'd fumbled through the feeble attempt at making love. Phillipe was different, when his touch caressed her he WAS making love to her. Those fingers gliding along her jawline and moving slowly down the throat and between her creamy bosoms before resting underneath the weight of one of her breasts and reaching, churning in nature to tease a nipple before closing in on her stomach and nether regions. It took painstakingly forever, and she replayed his strip over in her mind the whole time until she could feel the juices slithering from her loins and soaking the underside of her thighs through the sheer film of the matching fruit colored panties. She was ready. She was ready from the moment the fire was in his eyes, maybe even from the minute she chose to put the damn thing on, and now, she wished she hadn't because it would tear while taking it off this time because she wanted him so badly. It was insane as her nostrils and his took in the sweet scent of her aroma as the heat rose from her body from being pinned to the bed. Soon he will be inside of her, forcefully and meaningfully but never cruelly. He would glide in and out effortlessly with purpose as if he still knows there's someplace he hasn't been, he needs to be, to have her completely memorized. She shuddered when he went for the flimsy strings holding her panties together and on.
Phillipe knew what he was doing. Sure there was a game on and he was tired but he couldn't help himself, and he knew she would know it when she wore that gown, if you could call it that. Their two children were conceived as a result of that gown and the first was even on the same night they married and coming into this world exactly two hundred eighty days later to the minute. He was so proud that day and it drove him with even more force tonight to "punish" her and torment her, for it was the only way he knew he could get through to her when she was wild like this. He buried himself deep inside her and kept digging in until he couldn't get his ass in there and held his place, like it was his throne-his podium, as he nipped her neck and and lowered his swollen lips to her breasts and breathed in her scent again and then withdrew with a recoiled shiver, because it was so hard to hold back from her but he must. He would make her pay for her interruption but not without her knowing how much he wanted her and would never deny her. Teeth and tongue swirled maddeningly at her dark circles and flicked the taut flesh of her nipples as his hips played with her vulva while he pumped slowly in and out of them without ever burying inside, making her writhe all that much more in her need to have him. His mouth climbed back up and he bit her chin then thrust his tongue into her waiting sweetness as he plunged mercilessly into her with as much force as he could drive and again, buried it there and holding his place and digging in with as much force as to push her back some several inches on their bed, the one Phillipe Jr. and Paulie were made in. He was attentive and knew her schedule better than she, most days and knew neither would ever forget tonight. Little did he know she would replay this night over and over for years to come.
It was all she could do to claw his back and pull him tighter into her as the waves overtook her and she gasped out in breathes that seemed choked as he filled her again with his own carnal growl. It wasn't enough for either and his refusal to remove himself forewarned her that she was being reprimanded for her misbehavior as he kept pumping himself in and out of her while bruising her neck and shoulders and breasts with his needful kisses. She felt him erupt each and every time and enjoyed when he went down to lick her wounds, coming up with their mingled taste and kissing her, and she slid low underneath him to taste more from his hardness. She opened her lips only slightly to kiss the tip before engulfing it completely in her mouth and savoring their love while she had made him harder in her mouth and worked him to another milky frenzy with her own teeth and tongue as he slowly crawled over her in such a position to bury his scruffy face and lips between her thighs to devour her and torment her with flicks that would make her thrash and her throat open up as she gasped in her own orgasm, so he could push his cock in deeper and fuck her mouth and fill her from himself the way he knew she loved. She never was able to accept all of the sticky torrent and had the remnants on her chin and mouth when he came up to kiss her soundly, as it was his hardness never gave up after that abuse and he pounded it into her swollen labia and parted them to pump her ferociously. Their rhythm came from their years of learning and exploring one another and the two truly looked like one in that moment as her legs entwined his hips and they rode each other and kissed each other through another spray of their love and they crashed into wave after wave with the evidence soaking them and her ass and the bed. She even bled a little from the force of him but didn't mind and offered her ass up to him in its soaked state, but not before he pulled her upright facing away from him and removed the shredded clothing still left on her sweat-soaked skin and then pushed her lovingly back down to her pillow as he entered her ass.
It was too much and he wasn't even sure he had any more in him, but before he would get all inside, his head engorged as he erupted once again pumping white hot ropes of his seed into her cavity, then pulling out to thrust it mid-spray into her waiting and gasping pussy. She came again, locking his cock in and whimpering because she knew he would rip it from her to complete his exploration of her ass once he finished pulsing his cum into her tight vagina and as soon as the thought escaped her mind, he pulled away and made her cum again from the pain it drew and then shoved himself back into her ass and proceeded to ride her hard and vile and lean over her in heaves while grabbing a fist full of her long hair and biting her back and neck and whispered into her "you wanted this" and "you are mine, always mine." Her body was so frail beneath his and she crumpled onto her belly as he remained in her ass pumping again more of himself into her with his need to fill every opening of her to guarantee he owned her as much as she did him. Never mattered that the other was tired or busy or watched the clock, and neither cared if there was work or responsibility in the morning, and neither even knew how much time had passed, but both could tell you they came mostly in unison and several waves at that. His balls slapped her pussy into orgasm as he unloaded another shot into her ass making the muscle tighten around his cock bringing a cry from his lips as he was now pumping her by animal instinct without care of pain, bruise or mark and feeling her ass grind into him egging him on as he ripped her and she bled some more and begged him never to stop. Another load blew from his coiled body and he pulled out quick-too quick-making her scream as he thrust this engorged member while still cumming into her vagina, ripping her to shreds and pumping the flesh and at the same time, bruising her inside and out.
By the time they were finished he had so much of himself inside of him and ten times that inside of her and lain her slowly back on the bed, for they both rose off more than once, and knelt between her thighs to clean her and lick her swollen skin and torn flesh tasting the metallic of her minute spattering of blood along with her sweet juices and his own. He licked her gently like a mother cat would her kitten and then allowed his tongue to play with her while he made her whimper through several more orgasms of her own, guaranteeing his seed would stay in her for days as her body seized each and every time to grab it and pull it in deeper. Phil loved the way she would smell of him for days after and even sometimes weeks, and knew it was his way of letting others know she was his, for no man would dare to ask her and most did admire her. No one dared question their love or their lovemaking for they never fought publicly or degraded one another. They kidded enough and chided a time or two, but his scent was so much a part of her that her own mother wouldn't find her in a blind at night. He filled her completely into her womb and knew in exactly two hundred eighty days they would have another tell-tale evidential sign of their love for one another, and he was proud, very proud, as he lowered his mouth one last time to whisper into her full red luscious lips "I can't wait to see if he has your eyes or mine," then fell asleep across her own slumbering body but not before hearing her mutter those words he knew were true, "I love you Phillipe."(tbc)~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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