Jason lit scented candles and switched off the lights. Shadows flickered on the walls. The subtle aroma of lavender hung in the air about them. Mesmerised by his purposeful arrangement of the room, she knew what awaited her. She felt the familiar quickening in her lower belly and watched him undress without blinking, not wanting to skip a moment of their time together.
His cock was resplendently hard and leapt out of his pants. He leant against the closet door, stroking his erection. “Your turn.”
She slipped out of her clothes as seductively as possible. Each layer stripped way with a wriggle of her hips. Her knickers slid down her legs, and she kicked them over to him. He caught her panties and sniffed them.
“Mmmm.” The lacy knickers ended up on the floor. “Next time, I’m going to tear them off you.”
She edged closer, hiding her trembling hands behind her back. His cupped her face and drew her into his arms.
“Babe, I’ve missed you,” he murmured, burying his nose in her hair.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
He glanced at the crib. “I’m going to make love to you, nothing else for tonight.”
“I like that idea. I think I could go with it,” she whispered.
Leaning against him, she kissed the apex of his breastbone. He tasted slightly salty with a trace of shower gel.
Suddenly, he bent down, capturing her in his arms. She whooped with surprise. He scooped her up and tossed her on the bed.
He explored her flesh, each curve and dip, the raised nipples, the exposed neck, the firm buttock cheeks, and all of her secret treasures. He smeared fragrant oils across her body. She shimmered in the candlelight. After a long, leisurely buildup, which drove her to the edge of coming, he settled between her legs, nudging her knees apart.
A gentle penetration. She groaned, gritting her teeth together to mute the sound. He seemed to savour her, dipping in and out, rocking his hips against her thighs. His arms acted like pillars, supporting his weight on either side of her head. She wanted him closer, to feel his chest press down on her. She gripped about his shoulders and hung on to him as he lingered between her legs, neither picking up his pace nor halting. A rhythmic thrust, like the tick-tock of a clock’s hands. Coiling her limbs around his waist, she became a limpet, stuck fast to him, and each thrust sent ripple-like waves crashing around her beached body.
She curled her toes into her soles, clenched her pussy, and squeezed him until he shuddered. Each grinding movement of his cock became a delicious sensation of friction, working her G-spot into a frenzy of expectation. With her orgasm imminent, she clawed at his shoulder blades, digging in her nails, and he growled, but he didn’t tell her to stop.
She came freely. His tender words of adoration encouraging her to completion. Not the vulgar expressions he used during scenes when he demonstrated his dominance. Instead, he concocted a magical soup of verbal indulgence, keeping her on the brink. The candles flickered against the plain walls, creating erotic shadows. She could see him projected, a dancing silhouette, rising and falling. She arched to meet his slow pedantic gyrations, and then, to her surprise, her pussy drenched with a flood of wetness.
“I want to fill you, babe, make you mine again, show you my love,” he murmured. “You’re burning, like a furnace beneath me.”
“Do it,” she gasped, letting her arms and legs flop down, away from him.
She gave her signal. He withdrew from her saturated pussy, rose up above her head, and lowered his cock into her mouth. He descended carefully, letting her tongue slip underneath his ribbed surface. Her arms wrapped about his thighs and in reply, he sat astride and pinned her down. As he fucked her mouth, she came uncontrollably, her legs writhing behind him, and she bucked as she sucked him deeper into her throat. His veins throbbed against her tongue, and the sliding, bulbous tip tickled the roof of her mouth. She devoured him, tasting her own pussy flavour and saliva.
Cupping his sacs, she stroked and twirled the fine hairs until he let out a muted howl and came. She swallowed his semen, spluttering, as he pumped vigorously.
“Gem, Gem,” he crooned until he finished emptying himself into her throat.
His cock remained rigid and hard as she licked him clean.
“You’re a magician, babe. A spellcaster.” He withdrew his cock from her mouth. “Look at it. Nothing will diminish it when you let me take you.”
“Then take me, lover.” She twirled her tongue around her moist lips and raised her arms above her head. A position of surrender.
“So be it.” He flipped her over, and she hooted with delight.
The mattress beneath her shifted. He moved, reaching over to the bedside table. A few seconds later, she felt it. A familiar coldness. She flinched then let loose a small giggle of anticipation and nervousness. He smeared the lubricant, fingering her puckered hole.
“Here is where you love it, babe.”
“Yes, there.” She juddered, fighting to calm her excitement. “You know I do. Make me wild.”
He prised past her tight entrance, stretching her with two fingers while his other hand gripped her waist, drawing her backwards onto his probing fingers. She came up on to her knees and spread her legs wide.
“My holes. I’m big, babe, like a ramrod. I’m going to fuck you to oblivion.”
Far from feeling afraid of his intentions, she beckoned to him, pushing back, steadying her body using her supportive limbs. She spied their reflection in the dressing-table mirror. Her husband rising up behind her rounded bottom, face serene, and his white-knuckled hands holding her waist. The pinch of his fingers hurt. She didn’t care.