I Need To Cum

In the quiet solitude of our home, the absence of my husband had become a palpable ache. His business trip had stretched on for weeks, leaving me in a state of sexual frustration that was becoming increasingly unbearable. The moment he walked through the door, I could feel the tension between us, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore.

"I've missed you," he murmured, his voice low and husky as he pulled me into his arms. His hands roamed over my body, igniting a fire within me that had been smoldering for far too long. "I can see you need me."

I nodded, my breath hitching as his fingers traced the curve of my hip. "I need to cum," I whispered, my voice barely audible. His eyes darkened at my words, a predatory gleam that sent a shiver down my spine.

He led me to our bedroom, his touch firm yet gentle. His hands moved to the buttons of my blouse, undoing each one with a deliberate slowness that made my heart race. The fabric fell away, revealing my lace-covered breasts, my nipples already hard and aching for his touch.

He pushed me down onto the bed, his hands moving to my skirt. He pulled it off, leaving me in nothing but my lace panties. His gaze was heated as he took in the sight of me, his eyes lingering on the damp spot at the apex of my thighs.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of my panties. I moaned, my hips bucking up in response. He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that made my stomach clench with need.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs with a slow, teasing motion. His eyes never left mine as he settled between my thighs, his gaze filled with a promise that made my heart race.

His tongue flicked out, teasing my clit with a gentle touch that made me gasp. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me as he continued his slow, torturous exploration. His tongue moved lower, dipping into my entrance before moving back up to my clit.

I moaned, my hands fisting in the sheets as he continued his ministrations. His tongue moved faster, his fingers joining in as he slid two inside me. I cried out, my back arching as he curled them, hitting that spot that made my vision blur.

He kept up the pace, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive me higher and higher. I could feel my orgasm building, a wave of pleasure that threatened to crash over me at any moment. But just as I was about to fall over the edge, he pulled back, his fingers and tongue disappearing.

I whimpered, my body aching for release. He chuckled, his eyes filled with a wicked gleam as he moved up my body. "Not yet," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine.

He captured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth as he ground his hips against mine. I could feel his erection, hard and insistent against my thigh. I moaned, my hands moving to his belt, undoing it with fumbling fingers.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he watched me free his cock. He was hard and thick, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip. I licked my lips, my mouth watering at the sight.

He chuckled, his hands moving to my hips as he flipped us over. I straddled him, my hands moving to his chest as I positioned myself over his cock. I lowered myself onto him, moaning as he filled me completely.

I began to move, my hips rocking back and forth as I rode him. His hands moved to my breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipples as I rode him faster and faster. I could feel my orgasm building again, a wave of pleasure that was threatening to crash over me.

He must have sensed it, his hands moving to my hips as he slowed my pace. I whimpered, my body aching for release. He chuckled, his eyes filled with a wicked gleam as he flipped us over again.

He settled between my thighs, his cock poised at my entrance. He thrust into me, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my toes curl. His fingers moved to my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

I moaned, my hands moving to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he continued his relentless pace. His thrusts became faster, harder, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl.

"I'm so close," I moaned, my voice barely audible. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me as he continued his ministrations. His fingers moved faster, his cock hitting that spot inside me again and again.

I came, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to thrust. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he found his own release.

He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck as we both came down from our high. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, a steady rhythm that was oddly comforting.

He rolled off me, pulling me into his arms as we both caught our breath. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, a soft touch that made me shiver.

"I missed you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. I smiled, snuggling closer to him.

"I missed you too," I whispered, my voice barely audible. He chuckled, his arms tightening around me as we both drifted off to sleep.