Igniting passion in her husband for the first time
This is my very first attempt at writing, I hope you enjoy it!
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It started the way it always does.
My hand moves to your thigh and I gently kiss your neck. You're distracted by your phone as the hand on your thigh travels towards it's intended destination. All too soon, you stop my wayward hand and pull away from my gentle kisses, barely glancing away from your phone as you say "No, I don't feel like it."
I try to cover the hurt on my face, but it's been more "no" than "yes" lately as I've been feeling particularly insatiable. I don't mean to say anything, but before I can think I hear the words coming from my mouth. "Why don't you want me?"
You sigh, it's the same conversation we've had over and over again. The 'I do want you, I just have a low libido" conversation. The 'I promise I'll try harder, but you've gotta give me time' conversation where you try, but it's not enough for me. Before we push full steam ahead into that mood killer, I continue. "Why don't you want me the way I want you? Because I want you all the time. I imagine you fucking me everywhere, doing whatever you want to me, pushing my boundaries, just full of passion. When was the last time you lost control with me? Never? Have you every wanted me so badly, you can't stand it? Because that's how I feel constantly. And I'm constantly left wanting more because you're not giving me everything I know that I can take. Are you passionate at all about sex? Do you feel these things?"
As I rambled, I see your eyes grow larger. I'm expecting more useless talking when I've finished my say-which is why I'm in complete shock when you lunge yourself at me, breaking into a full kiss, your hands tangled in my hair, lightly pulling.
My heart rate accelerates as I'm matching your fevered kissing, knowing to take full advantage before you pull away and the moment is over. I'm again surprised as one hand trails down, exploring my curves and the other tightens the grip in my hair. You pull my head back and begin assaulting my neck with kisses, I feel your breath as labored as mine.
"Not passionate?" You breathe in between kisses. "Fuck that. I'm going to show you how passionate I can get."
"Fuck," I whisper, beyond turned on.
I feel my underwear dampen at your words. 10 years together and I'd never felt you so rough or vulgar and I love every second.
You lead me toward our bed as you continue your rough kisses. I feel my breath leave me as you toss me on the bad, face up. We stare at each other for a moment, breathing heavy.
"What do you want?" You ask, not taking your eyes from mine.
"You. Giving me as much as I can take, maybe more. There are no rules, no anything. If you have wanted to try it, I want you to do it."
You exhale as if you had been holding your breath and close your eyes, finally breaking eye contact. I can tell you're formulating a plan in your head. I would normally laugh, knowing you always have to have everything perfectly planned, but my body is so hot with want. You open your eyes and the look of lust on your face matches what I feel for the first time, maybe, ever.
"If I do something you don't like, tell me right away sweetheart." You finally say.
I bite my lip and nod my head, my body tight and begging for your touch. Amazement flashes through my mind as I realize how turned on we both are and yet, we still have all of our clothes on.
You reach toward me on the bed sitting me up as you slowly yank my shirt off. You smile appreciatively as you see I'm wearing your favorite lace bra, nipples tight and waiting for you. You gently push me backwards without touching my skin so I'm flat on my back. You tug at my button and zipper and I lift my hips up to help my jeans come down easier. My body is tight with need. You haven't touched my skin since we kissed and I need to feel you.
I start to sit up so I can take my bra off and your glare and curt head shake tell me that's not your intended direction.
"Not yet," you say. "You've been such a bad girl baby. You don't deserve to be totally naked or feel my touch just yet." I feel myself whimper. Fuck, have I every been this turned on?
"You've been so impatient waiting for my cock that it's turned you into this hot little slut, so eager and willing to do anything for me," you continue and I moan at your crude words, soaking them up needing to hear more.
"Is that true? Have you been such a bad girl and now you need me to fuck you like the slut you are?"
I feel like I might come just from your words. Your eyes pouring into me are pure sex.
"Answer me."
"Yes," I whisper. "God, yes".
"Fuck, you're so hot right now baby. I know something to make you ever hotter. Don't even think about moving."
I blink at you as you walk into our closet. Hot and bothered. You're walking away and you haven't even touched me. I want to touch myself out of need and spite, but something tells me waiting will be even better.
You come back out of our closet with a black tie. As I raise an eyebrow at you, you give a mischievous grin that I haven't seen on your face before. I should be mad, but it's so hot knowing you're full of surprises after 10 years.
"Put your hands together above your head, baby."
I do as you ask and feel you wrap the tie methodically around my wrists, silently thanking the Eagle Scouts for your knot tying abilities. We'd never done this before, but I had thought about it many times. The silk tie threaded around my wrists feels even better than I thought it would.
"Keep still, love. Don't move your arms or I'll have to start over."
My head swims. I'm imagining this, right? But I feel your warm breath on my neck as you start slowly kissing my neck and I forget everything else. My chest rises to meet your hungry lips as you make your way down my body. You reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. I'm finally totally naked and I feel liberated.
You massage my waiting breasts once you've discarded my bra. Slowly you lower yourself to my perky nipple, lightly flicking your tongue across it as your hand roughly massages my other breast. My hips rise to meet your still fully clothed body.