A Hot Summer Day
The thermostat had touched 96 degrees for the second day in the row and I swore I’d die if the weather continued this way. It was a sweltering, sticky, sweat as soon as you get out of the shower type of hot. The last thing on my mind was sex, but my man always had a different agenda.
I’d just gotten out of a cold shower for the 2nd time today when my love came home and made his way up the stairs to our bedroom. He walked through the door and immediately started to strip. I won’t deny, the mere sight of his perfect body had already gotten me going. I watched him walk towards the shower naked and my mouth watered at the sight of his semi erect penis. I stood directly in front of the air conditioner and attempted to patiently wait for the loving that I didn’t even want a few minutes ago. Getting familiar with myself, I slowly massaged my nipples, increasing the speed as my body reacted to the pleasure. That encouraged me to move down my stomach to explore my fresh wetness. Just as I began to really enjoy myself my husband walked in on me. I was caught with my hand in my own cookie jar. I let his hand replace mine, and his name rolled off the tip of my tongue effortlessly. I got down on my knees and began to work my magic. I wet his glistening shaft with my tongue and took all of him in my mouth. He forcefully pushed my head into him while gripping my hair and vigorously directing my movements. Adjusting my pace and techniques, I stroked his length and massaged his balls till he came down my throat.
Next thing I knew, he had picked me up and pinned me against the wall and began to work me over. I endured, deep, hard, vicious strokes while he settled into a rhythm. I began screaming his name at the top of my lungs as he went deeper and deeper thrusting towards my sweet spot over and over again. Holding on for the ride, I began to bounce on top of his dick while meeting him thrust for thrust. Our bodies were dripping with sweat, yet we continued to fuck until we both collapsed on the floor.
Curled up on our bedroom rug, we laid basking in the after glow. My husband got up and left the room while I enjoyed our scent in silence. When he returned I was lying still with my eyes closed in a peaceful state of nirvana. I was quickly awoken to the piercing sting of ice gliding over my skin and Chill, our vibrating ice cube, getting reacquainted with my clitoris. The cooling sensation had my body in overdrive. By this point, I was completely paralyzed with pleasure because my love darted his tongue in and out of my hot pussy while Chill worked on my clit. He tasted every drop as my juices mixed with the melted ice and drizzled down his chin. As I came, he held me down forcing me to endure more of his tongue-lashing.
Completely satisfied, I fell into his arm and began to nod off again. After a few minutes he asked, “Are you ready for round three?” Not even opening my eyes I replied, “Are you crazy its 96 degrees today!”