Quiet moments.

“Where do you want to cum?”

She whispers into the half light. My face is wet with her juices, glistening. My whole body smells of her as she strokes my cock and looks up at me.

I just got done licking and sucking on her pussy, fucking her with my finger until she all but squirted all over me, then when she came, I just kept fucking her. Slow. The key word for today is slow.  I watched her jerk and gasp, she tried not to scream, and finally she bit her hand and screamed into her palm as she lost control, her eyes rolled up, and  I still just fucked her. No hurry. We will sleep tomorrow. Tonight I just want her cum.

So now she’s done and her legs are spread, her pussy dripping saliva and juices. Open and ready to be fucked. I rub my balls against  her slit and she hisses because she’s still so sensitive. I feel her legs tremble and her stomach muscles contract. But she is determined now. Focus like a laser. 

She has a small smile. A smile that waits precisely for jacking me off.  A smile that is heated and strained and excited. Her eyes are wide in the darkness. A smidge haughty, a dash of wanton. Her hands are sticky but urgent. I can see she wants my cum. Has to have it, like a tablespoon sized trophy all her own. And I love that. She looks demonic, her eyes black in the light, ethereal and sexy. 

It’s not power hungry. Just urgent. The icing on the cake if you will.

“I want your ass.” I whisper as I kiss her. She gives my cock an unconscious squeeze.  She bites her lip.

“Yesssss” she croons and she rolls  over languidly. She cranes her head back at me.  Her mouth open, whispering “yes, inside me please.” Her hands encircle her beautiful ass, she scoots her ass up in the air, squeezes it and pull both cheeks apart.  Her asshole smiles up at me like a sirens call.

The thing about my wife, she never asks for anything. It’s not in her nature. “Can i? can you? will you? she can’t do so the build up of sex or love or this is that much bigger.

I lube up my finger and push it inside her ass. I feel her squeeze down on me. A look of shock on her face. I fuck her with my finger and she gasps and squirms on it. I can feel her asshole trying to pinch my finger, expanding and contracting around my finger. She makes bird sounds Into the pillow as I fuck her hard with my finger. She pushes back, pushes against my hand. She gasps and groans into her pillow.

I pull my finger out of her. There is a moment of almost comical sounds as her ass makes a sucking sound and she moans into the pillow and bites down as I pull out.

I want her. Want this. I mount her. My dick sits semi flaccid between her asscheeks. I grind it across her soft ass. She pushes back against me some more and my cock starts to get painfully erect.  I want to cum. I lift up and position my cock at her ass, then I slowly ease down firmly.

She squeezes her ass shut , she’s being difficult. I just keep up a firm pressure till she blossoms, her asshole sliding all the way down my cock till my pubic hair hits her back. She cant close her mouth. She just sits there gasping. If she had nails her sheets would be shreds. She does not, so I grab ahold of her breast and slowly start to fuck her asshole. I can feel her unconsciously squeezing down on my cock. Her ear is right by my head.

“You feel that? You feel my cock? Tell me?” She side eyes me, and between gasps she tells me-

“Yeah. Yes, I feel your cock.” There are no lies in this clean pure moment, no holding back as I stretch her tight ass with my dick. We are all truths right now. I keep fucking her slow. Trying to keep it going. Trying to push her pleasure over the edge as she drips pussy juice on the bed, and her pussy seems to breathe. Like it’s catching it’s breath. Like she can’t stop contracting.

I slap her pussy with my balls. She jumps and wiggles. Shakes and coos. She is lost in her own hyperactive nerves. She is lost in the texture of my sex. In the ridges and bumps of my cock making her anal ring so sensitive.  I fuck her nice and slow. Like we have all the time in the world.

Isn’t that what it’s about? Sure our little one kept us up, sure, it was a trying day, sure we are exhausted.

But this is my wife. This is thee only one. And tonight we will make time because it’s important.

So I fuck her asshole as slow as I can. As slow as I can muster. Pumping into her mercilessly, like the tide, or a sunset. Like a summer rain.

“You feel that? That’s my cock in your ass. I’m fucking your asshole right now, and I’m going to cum for you.” I say In her ear. I am breathless, heady, I can hardly stand talking to her and not cumming in her ass. I lick her earlobe. Suck on it as I impale her ass. I grasp her luscious breast, I squeeze them,  play with her nipples between my fingers.

I enjoy the idea of what I might be doing to her. Caressing her breasts, after her big cum and fucking her ass. I love this women so much I get lost in her ass. In the seal we make between our skin. I am lost. I fuck her like she matters, like this matters. Because it does, it is the undertone of this deep love. I fuck her like she was the only thing that ever mattered, and I have finally found her.

When I cum I can’t even keep my eyes open. It boils up within me and she can feel it. She pushes up on her elbows.

“Yeah, oh yeah fuck me. Fuck me. “ She grunts and gasps, as she takes over fucking me. Pushing back on my cock. Her face is contorted with pain and pleasure. Her beautiful face. Lovely.

I lean over and bury by nose in her neck, biting her shoulder as I I fill her ass full of my cum. I gasp into her shoulder. She milks ever last drop out of me and then just lays there gasping. This is bliss. This is where I belong.

I start to soften, and even that sets her on edge, as my flaccid cock pops out of her asshole. She jumps and shudders.

We lay there. No rush. We smell of so much cum and sex. We smell of  glory. We smell of prophecy.  She cranes her head, kisses me on the cheek before pushing me off.

“Thank you sir, for cumming in my ass. “ she says as she throws on a robe, her breasts enveloped in sexy silk. Her curves wonderful. She leaves the room to clean up. I lay there still catching my breath and coming down.

This is right. This life. There are many that might look or sound like it, but they aren’t it.

So sitting here in the aftermath, quiet thoughts and feeling satiated, that’s what I think.

This is the only place I belong and I love this women so very much.