I lie back on my husband’s chest as he kissed the back of my neck. His hands roam all over my body. He moves his hand under my tank top, the cold ring on his ring finger sends shivers down my spine. I throw my head back on his shoulder as his hand makes its way up to my left boob. I heave a sigh as his hands explore my upper body.

My breathing turns into panting as his right hand makes its way down towards the waistband of my panties. His hand makes its way through the fabric to stroke my clit.  His hands are almost lazy as he moves them over my body, as if exploring it for the first time ever.

Both his hands join to find the rim of my tank top and swiftly pull it over my head. His juicy lips attack my neck, no doubt leaving bruises in their wake.

His thumbs graze my nipples, sending ripples of pleasure to my clit. Suddenly, he twists and pulls my nipples almost painfully making me gasp a squeak. The contrast between pain and pleasure makes me heady. It soon turns into a moan as his sneaky hands find their way back into panties. He finds my sopping wet slit, gathering my juices, bringing them to swirl around my hard clit.

He presses down on it, making me lose my breath. His other hand never lets up on the ministries on my nipple.

All of a sudden, my husband flips us, my head hitting the mound of pillows. He looms over me, supporting his weight on his forearms to not crush me.

His gaze roams my partly naked body, making my head move down and close my eyes, to which he says, “Hey, don’t go all shy on me now.” I hear the playful tone in his voice. I can just imagine his face stays stern. However, I still don’t open my eyes. Even though I shouldn’t be feeling this shy, since we have been married for a couple of years now. He has always made me feel beautiful.

“Look at me,” he continues, but his voice takes on a different tone. His dominant tone snaps my eyes open in obedience.

My eyes clash into his deep green ones. They hold nothing, but adoration for me.

His lips soon find mine in a soft battle, pouring all his feelings into it. His lips move over mine, exploring, nipping. He softly sucks on my bottom lip.

He pushes his tongue in my mouth as two of his fingers shove in my wet heat.

His kiss makes its way down my neck to my chest, but he soon grows annoyed with the fabric of my tank top in the way. He groans before ripping my tank top down the middle, which leaves my torso naked for his hungry eyes.

I gasp.

He yanks my panties off next, before chucking them somewhere in the room.

He leans back on his haunches, simply admiring me, as if he has never seen anything better in his life. I feel his knuckles drag lightly over my ribs, leaving goose flesh in their wake.

“Gorgeous” he whispers, “You are absolute perfection, my love”

I feel the heat rising all over my body.

My husband leans down to attach his lips to my right nipple, sucking harshly. One of his hands makes its way back to my core, as he moves to lie back on me.

I love the feel of his body weight against my own. It makes me feel safe.

His fingers push inside and hit a certain spot inside of me that makes me feel stars. The torture on my tits never seizes, sending sparks down south.

I can feel myself leaking down to my ass, I’m sure I've made a mess on the bed already.

Lips trace down my upper body, before I feel an exhale on my wet lips.

I lose my breath in anticipation of what's about to come. Then, finally, after a long pause, he presses a kiss to my clit.

His hands rub up and down my thighs, pushing them apart.

“Keep your legs spread, don’t move, or you’ll get punished.”

He places my hand on the back of my thighs to help keep them in place.

I feel his fingers spread my lips apart. He groans at the site as my face heats up. It's such a lewd position, but I love every second of it.

The first swipe of his tongue makes me want to buck up, but I know better.

He licks my clit in slow licks before sucking my clit into his mouth in fervour.I stay still, no matter how much his ministries make me want to writhe.

I moan.

“Mmm…, you taste so good, baby,” he whispers out the words into my wet center.

A thick finger pushes into me, rubbing my inner walls. His mouth goes back to work on my clit as he pushes his finger in and out of me.

One finger quickly becomes two and he curls them, hitting a spot deep.

I could feel my orgasm cresting, he has been edging my body with his soft caresses this whole time.

His magical fingers keep hitting the same unforgiving spot. I couldn’t stop all the sounds coming out of my mouth. It’s so close. I can feel the sweet release coming. 

“Please, Please…”

I don’t recall when his mouth moves from torturing my clit to biting my nipples.

It’s that one last graze on my sweet spot that makes my cum so hard, I lose all sense of my body.

I feel my back arching off the bed, my own fingers digging into my thighs, no doubt leaving marks. My handsome husband never stops the sawing of his fingers, prolonging my experience.

I feel the bed under my body being wet from my release, making me realize, I just squirted.

I cover my pussy with my hands, a little embarrassed even though I know it's a natural response.

I look up to see my husband looking at me in wonder.

“Baby, you are absolutely amazing,” he says before pushing my hands out of the way. He stares at my core, “Look at that pretty pussy, all pink and swollen.”

He leans down and licks me before he presses one last long kiss on my clit. It makes my hips jump up; it’s super sensitive down there.

My body relaxes into the mattress, all satiated and tired now. I feel my husband get up.

I’m half asleep when I feel a warm wet towel wipe me clean. He also places a clean towel under me knowing I'm too sleepy to be moved.

Afterwards, I feel a warm body press against me, and a soft kiss being placed on my temple before I lose consciousness to the real world and fall into dreamland.