Carefully guiding Baby Corrigan out of the room, where the air was heavy with the scent of roses and the flickering candles cast a warm glow, I ensured that our steps were deliberate and unhurried. Baby followed closely behind, his presence comforting and electric. The old stairs, worn and weathered, groaned beneath our weight, a testament to the memories they held. Each creak and tremor only heightened the anticipation that pulsed between us.
As we reached the cool, tiled floor of the corridor on the first floor, I felt a surge of familiarity and affection. This was the path we had tread countless times, leading us to the sanctuary of our shared bedroom. The door stood before us, a threshold to an intimate realm where surprises awaited, where the boundaries of pleasure and passion blurred.
Inside, the room enveloped us in a cocoon of desire. The bed, large and inviting, occupied the center stage. It beckoned to us, promising a night filled with ecstasy and exploration. We had crafted a ritual, a series of guidelines that set the stage for our intimate encounters, and we had honored them faithfully, building a tapestry of trust and connection.
Slowly, Baby removed the floral lingerie, revealing my naked body underneath. He tenderly kissed my nipples, first the left one, then the right, taking extra care to linger a bit longer on the right one with a gentle nip from his teeth. Filled with desire, I pushed his shirtless body onto the king-size bed so that he lay on his back, and I eagerly leaned over him, stroking his dark face before passionately covering his mouth with mine. Unfazed, he flipped me over and assumed control. Exhaling, he pressed forward, kneeling on the mattress and settling between my thighs.
Observing the soft flesh before him, he lightly brushed his fingers over my thighs, parting them gently. His gaze lowered to the patch of dark curls at my intimate area. Delicately, he raised his fingers and spread me apart. I couldn't help but moan, my eyes fixed on the arousing sight. Exposed, my pink flesh appeared irresistibly soft and moist. Baby lowered his head, his lips tenderly caressing my delicate folds.
A deep, pleasure-filled moan escaped from my lips.
Sensual kisses and graceful laps for me…
Repeating the instruction, he continued his meticulous exploration. He placed gentle kisses on my warm flesh, his lips lightly brushing against it. The world around us ceased to exist as his mouth explored the contours of my desire, his every action guided by the engrained instructions in his mind. Then, his tongue slowly began to probe between my inner lips, gliding tenderly over my entrance and penetrating me with soft, lingering strokes.
I had grown accustomed to the familiar taste of myself on his lips, an intoxicating blend of tangy sweetness that only heightened my arousal. As our kisses intensified, the repetition of our passionate motions began to stir restlessness within me. With a loud moan escaping my lips, I instinctively arched my hips and spread my legs wider, silently urging him to delve deeper into the depths of my desire. Sensing my eagerness, he looked up, his gaze fixed on my heaving breasts, anticipation flickering in his eyes.
Without hesitation, I withdrew my hands from our embrace, covering my eyes as if to shield myself from the overwhelming intensity of the moment. His touch, however, was gentle as he delicately removed my hands from my face. His mahogany eyes, brimming with desire and mischief, met mine, accompanied by a knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. Breaking away from our passionate connection, he positioned himself on his side, affording me a brief respite to catch my breath.
And then, as if driven by an unspoken agreement between us, he shifted ever so slightly, parting my thighs once again, his lips finding their place against my moist center. Nestling himself within the folds, he spread them wide, exposing the familiar pink flesh that pulsed with anticipation.
"With gentle sucks and swirls, just for you," he whispered, his voice laced with a wicked undertone.
Inhaling my intoxicating scent, he exerted a forceful pressure, spreading my legs apart and pressing them against his defined chest, seeking to taste me more deeply. His suckling was tender, his tongue swirling with skillful precision over my sensitive bud. Each deliberate movement seemed to savor the semi-tangy essence that pooled at my entrance, as he ventured further, dipping his tongue into the warmth and velvety depths of my core. Simultaneously, his fingers found their way to my breasts, expertly pinching and teasing my nipples, igniting a maddening desire within me.
I couldn't deny that this scenario had provoked desire within me countless times before. It was a familiar dance we shared, where I would later seek to prolong my own release, reveling in the ecstasy that unfolded within the recesses of my mind. The sensation of his warm, tender ministrations on my folds pushed me to the edge, propelling me towards a climax that left me utterly satiated. In the aftermath, I found solace in the embrace of my husband, where we shared passionate kisses and tender touches, reaffirming our deep connection.
As we broke the kiss, rising to a kneeling position, Baby's longing gaze followed our bodies as they pressed against each other, our flesh melding together in an intimate embrace. His touch, tender and deliberate, traced a path between my thighs, his fingers entering me with a sensuous slowness, plunging in and out, eliciting waves of pleasure. My gaze fixated on the sight of Baby's fingers moving rhythmically, glistening with my wetness, an erotic sight that intensified my desire.
The tightening of my inner muscles sent a wave of anticipation through my body, a clear sign that release was near. My husband, ever the connoisseur of pleasure, raised his finger to his lips, savoring the intimate connection we shared. The taste of our union lingered on his lips as we exchanged tender and fervent kisses, an affirmation of our passionate bond that fueled our insatiable desire.
Baby, with deliberate ease, withdrew his third finger from within me, leaving only two behind. In the midst of our fervor, we carried on as if our existence was inconsequential, enveloped in a bittersweet melancholy. His gaze met mine one last time, filled with intensity, before he kissed me with a consuming passion. Soft cries of pleasure escaped my lips, harmonizing with the symphony of our desires.
As I settled into a seated position, a lingering stickiness coated the comforter beneath me, evidence of our intimate encounter. In that moment, I yearned for time to stand still, desperate for this euphoria to last indefinitely.