Simple Pleasures
Simple Pleasures
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It was a
warm summer night. We left the window open to try and catch any hint of a wind
that might be stirring around outside. The white curtains I had begged for were
stirred with the soft breeze that was finally coaxed into our bedroom. I
stretched and allowed the heat to settle over my body. We had turned out the
lights to keep the heat down, but all that served to do was make it dark in the
room save the soft flickering of the tv. I reached
out and stumbled across my husband with my hand, my fingers slid through his
soft hair and I sighed.
I remember
once reading about summer nights that felt like this, as if they weren’t just a
single night, but a piece of eternity dropped in your hands. I was told to pray
for nights like these.
And there
was my husband with his face firmly planted in between my exposed breasts<:p>
He seemed
quite content, his soft moans had been tickling my skin ever since he had
simply peeled off my bra and slipped his face in between the two soft mounds.
“You’ll suffocate
that way.”
“I’ll die
happy.”
I slid my
fingers along the back of his neck and felt a soft blush creep onto my cheeks.
He stirred slowly and lifted his head to press his warm lips against mine. I
gratefully began sliding my tongue along his closed lips and moaned softly as
his lips parted and his tongue darted out to dance with mine. Another soft moan
escaped from my throat as I felt his hands begin to move.
They
covered and molded to the shape of my breasts as he began to rub, caress, and
knead them in soft circles, stopping every so often to rub my hardening nipples
with his palms. His hands were less than soft, but not quite rough either. Already I felt
the stirrings of my arousal, and the dampness in between my legs to prove it.
Now it was
only his fingers sliding along the skin of my chest, his mouth working its way
towards my breasts. He captured my left nipple in between his teeth and I
gasped and shivered gently even in the heat. He tugged on my nipple playfully
and began suckling softly on it to soothe it. I’ve always liked a little rough
treatment, but not until the point of deep pain, and my nipples have always been extremely sensitive as proven by the wet spot growing on my white cotton
panties.
His thumb flicked
over my left nipple and began rubbing little circles over it as his tongue
swirled around the other. I moaned softly and gripped his hair in response as
my hips began gyrating in small circles. He opened his mouth and released my
nipple, now he was blowing cool air over it, watching it grow even longer with
arousal as the areola seemed to almost pucker with excitement. Now both
hardened nubs were between his thumbs and forefingers as he began almost
stroking them as I had done to his cock countless times.
My back
arched and I bit my lip, I could feel the dampness lapping at the inside of my
thighs now. I felt a soft tug and I watched as he tweaked each nipple softly
before pulling them up and away from my breasts and for a moment I almost felt
a twinge of pain, but it quickly drowned in the pleasure of his touch and I
purred softly and rubbed his back.
He slid
his hands over my breasts again and I felt a small gush of excitement from my
pussy and I moaned in surprise. He smiled at me and leaned down to lap at each
of my nipples for a moment before settling on one and sucking it into his
mouth. His fingers busily rubbed and pinched the opposite nipple and I felt the
heat rising to my face as my hips began to buck and gyrate again as my
I felt my
panties being pushed to the side and the soft rush of cool air on my pussy as
his fingers began to explore. They slid along my slippery lips and I moaned
loudly from the soft throbs of my heartbeat that were now thundering through my
pussy where his fingers had tread. The inquisitive
fingers were content with simply sliding along my slit, he was teasing me
again. His lips sucked harder and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips
and seemed to echo around the room.
The
fingers slid along my pussy until they eagerly arrived at my clit, they slid in
slow circles, sending jolts of electricity along my spine. Soon the fingers on
my clit, nipple, and his tongue were all sliding in soft circles, flooding my
body with heat and pleasure. I couldn’t help it when my hips began to drive
themselves up against his hand, and I didn’t want to. I felt his teeth nip
softly at my nipple and my body shuddered and my pussy began to spasm and grip
at nothing in particular as my orgasm washed over me. I fell back onto the bed,
limp, and sweatier than when we began.
The lips
didn’t stop moving, only commuted to the side of my neck and I moaned his name
softly. I was too tired to argue when he rolled us over to where I was on top
of him.
I felt his
warm cock pressing against my thigh, I hadn’t realized that he had taken off
his shorts, but apparently he had. I felt myself blushing again. His hand left
my breast for a moment as he grabbed my hips and positioned me. His cock was
now pressing urgently against my pussy, his hands were
lifting and massaging my breasts again. I balanced myself with a hand on his
chest as I slid back and felt his cock slowly working its way into me. He
squeezed my breasts roughly and I heard his breathing hitch in his throat.
I wiggled
my hips a bit and soon felt my clit pressed against his pelvic bone as I sat
up. A tremor passed through me and I felt another surge of my arousal seep out
of my pussy as I blushed and gasped loudly. His hands continued to rub and
touch my breasts, but now my nipples were getting tweaked rather roughly every
so often.
I lifted
myself up slowly and slid back down his cock painfully slowly, against his
wishes. I heard a disappointed groan as his hands finally left my breasts and
they grabbed my hips. He began drilling himself in and out of my pussy and
despite my soft protests; I felt my pussy tensing up again in response to the
soft moans coming from my husband and the feeling of his warm cock sliding in
and out of me. For a few moments I almost felt his heartbeat throbbing against me.
I allowed myself to moan and sigh and pant as my pleasure began to build. My
arousal was dripping from me, and my husband only fucked me harder for it. His
hands found their way back to my painfully aroused nipples and he pinched and
tugged on them as his own breathing became ragged. His eyes were closed tightly
and his breathing became even more harsh and rushed as I kept up his pace, quickly driving his cock
into my slippery pussy over and over.
I knew I wouldn’t last very long, and I didn’t.
I screamed and arched my back as my pussy began spasming
around his cock and gripping it tightly, trying to milk every last drop of his arousal from it. He gripped my breasts tightly and pulled me close as his
juices flooded my pussy and he trembled gently.
I lapped
softly at his lips and I moaned very softly into his ear. His arms slid around
my waist, he seemed oblivious to the heat surrounding us and for the rest of
the night, so was I.