My husband and I had always had a wonderful sex life. We would go all night until our bodies would fall victim to the waves of climactic pressure. There was one night, however, I remember more than the others. He thinks I was too drunk to remember anything, but I remember everything...
We had stumbled into the house, laughing, walking into walls. It was a typical night of taking shots of vodka, debating about politics, and taking more shots. We finished off a 1.5 liter bottle of vodka that night.
He walked me to my side of the bed and I lifted my arms up so he could remove my shirt and my bra. My pants came down with ease and I never wear underwear. He laid me down in bed and got in on his side. He had intentions of falling fast asleep. I had other intentions.
He laid his hand on my upper thigh, right where the crease of my stomach meets the fold of my leg. I lay there, back facing him, with thoughts of his thickness thrusting into my inner folds. I grabbed his hand and interlocked our fingers, then moved his hand up to my right breast. He tried to move it away but I quickly stopped him and placed his hand back on my breast. With my fingers still locked in his, I forced his hand to squeeze and massage my breast. I loved feeling his hands on my body.
"We need to go to bed, baby," he whispered in my ear.
All I could do was let out a slight moan as his hand grabbed tighter and shook my head "no".
I rolled over onto my back and his mouth quickly found my nipple with all disregard to the statement he had just made. His tongue swirled against my hardened bud and his teeth grazed the tip and then his whole mouth covered my nipple and he sucked. My hands found way to the top of his head and I grabbed the back of it, then I forced his face further down onto my breast. My pleasure was heightened as he began to suck harder, faster. My moans became more sudden, louder, as his lips defeated my nipple.
His right hand made way down my stomach to the top of my mound. He used his pointer finger and rubbed in slow, gentle circles around my clit. My body started shaking, my eyes rolled back and I found way to my first orgasm of many that night.
He then slid his hand down and his pointer and middle finger found way into my soaking wet abyss. He moaned against my nipple and began thrusting his fingers into me. I found myself thrusting up to meet his rhythm, my moans increasing, my pleasure increasing. I loved feeling his fingers inside of me. I told him to push deeper and he would. I told him to go faster and he did. My body was shivering at the feeling of his fingers being inside of me.
"Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my hand."
That's all he had to say. My back arched and a scream belted through my throat. I could feel my toes aching from curling up from the pleasure. I was in climactic heaven.
He slowly removed his fingers then slid on top of me. I bit my lip and looked into his chocolate eyes. My mind was already in a haze from the vodka and the first two orgasms. All I could tell him to do was fuck me.
His throbbing tool slid inside me. A small shrill of pleasure rumbled out of my throat. He began thrusting into me, sliding his thickness as deep as it could go. I dug my nails into his back and begged for more. My legs wrapped around his waist tightly as I could feel the third orgasm coming on. He felt so good.
