Valentines Day

Posted by: MsPsycho on: February 13, 2008

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He removed my panties as he kissed me diligently. His lips moved from mines, down my neck, across both of my breasts, around my nipples, and down to my stomach. He graced my exposed flesh with gentle kisses as let his hands roam over my body.

I ran my fingers through his dark brown hair and moaned at varies levels, depending on which sensual area of my body was being brushed by at that moment. His lips grazed over my smooth labia and down each of my inner thighs then back up. 

I leaned against the sink counter slightly and put one of my thin long legs on the top. Perhaps it wasn’t the most subtle clue in the world, but my husband understood instantly. He ran the tip of his first finger up and down my slit, causing slight shivers to ripple through my already stimulated body. He could feel the slight dampness that had escaped from within me. It was another thing he loved about me—the way I tasted. He couldn’t resist any longer.

He locked eyes with me as he ran his long tongue up my clit slowly. I moaned, my hands taking my own breasts captive. He could taste my sweet cum on his tongue faintly. He wanted more. He wanted it all. He knew how to use his tongue, which techniques drove me absolutely wild. He wanted to make me moan, to scream, and better yet, cum. His tongue began to roll over my clit, almost in a pulsating action. 

I closed my eyes and let the feelings take over my body. My clit throbbed hard against my husband’s tongue and under my own touch. Unexpectedly, I felt him insert two of his thick, elongated fingers inside of my wet vagina. I moaned loudly, the triple pleasure too much for my body to handle almost. I wanted to feel him buried inside of me but I knew it was much too soon. The greatest things were worth waiting for, and my husband’s large cock was defiantly one of those things. For now, his oral pleasure would have to be enough. 

I began to ride his fingers slowly, letting them glide all the way out of my wettest area then push back in just as smoothly. I moaned fully each time he entered and exited me. I swiveled my hips around the objects lodged inside of me, hitting my g-spot once in a while. With each passing, I groaned loudly. I neared orgasm the harder I rode his hand, combined with the intensity of my lover as he flicked and sucked on the tiny bundle of nerves between my trembling legs. 

“Baby,” I managed out, exasperated. “I want you inside of me, please,” I begged.

I felt like I was going to explode. I didn’t want it to happen until he was inside of me. He complied, but slowly, taking his time to make his way back up to me. When he stood, his hard cock jutted against the crotch of his shorts. I pushed them down and squatted, taking him into my mouth. He watched as my head bobbed up and down his penis. He could feel my tongue against him. I licked the head of his cock each time, sucking on it slightly before I swallowed him fully again. I hadn’t started out slowly by any means, and continued with the same, steady yet rapid beat. I could taste his excitement, and had mastered knowing when he was ready. 

I stood again, turned towards the bathroom sink and bent slightly. I rubbed away the steam that had formed on the mirror and looked at him through it. I bit my lip as he teased my clit with the tip of his penis. My eyes begged him. Finally, he complied, diving deep into my vagina at full speed. I gripped the edge of the sink counter and screamed loudly, cumming instantly around his shaft. 

He glided in and out of me diligently at first, and then sped up. He felt me contract around him every time he exited. We watched each other as best as we could in the condensation-filled mirror, making the thrill all the more intensified. I moaned his name as my chest bounced excitedly against his movements. He reached between my legs and fingered my clit quickly, flicking it back and forth playfully. 

“Baby…Cum with me,” I demanded, placing my hand on top of his as he rubbed my clit up and down. “Cum inside of me hard.”

A few moments later, our two bodies climaxed together. Following was an intense orgasm. Our bodies locked up together for a brief yet powerful moment. I felt him pumping his cum inside of me, combining with mine inside of my body.

My husband gripped my hips in order to prevent me from falling. When our bodies had wound down slightly, he removed himself from inside of me. I turned around and kissed him deeply, my body still trembling next against him.

“Care to join me for another shower?” I asked, running my fingertips down his stomach. 

He grinned and nodded.

“I think that would be a good idea.” He kissed me once more before kissing my neck and whispering, “Happy Valentines Day. I love you.”

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