Romantic Erotica
"Marital Bliss" a sex story by Voracity Lee
Although the alarm had been chirping for the last ten minutes it was the feel of her thong panties being pulled past her hips that led her away from the depths of slumber. Still cozy and lethargic from her peaceful, dream-filled stint of semi-consciousness, Sleeping Beauty remained loose and pliable as the Prince she married began to gently squeeze the round cheeks of her ass. Through the cracked bedroom window Beauty vaguely heard the city neighborhood come to life in the cool, lavender dawn but deep within the midnight blue walls of their love nest was a quiet, warm world of physical wonder.
Beauty allowed her right leg to be moved, exposing her pussy to probing. While lying on his side towards her, Prince put his fingers in his mouth then slowly slipped them into his wife’s body. She was on fire. Fucking her was always enjoyable, and at times even mind-blowing, but there was something about having his dick in her early in the morning he couldn’t get enough of. He knew part of it was that it took her a while to completely wake up and he liked looking at her body, touching and tasting it, without her shyness or need for control getting in the way. Another part was the heat she radiated; his fingers were beginning to boil.
The feel of fingers in her pussy made Beauty’s hips rise involuntarily; his fingers slid deeper and were still for a moment. The soft side of his digits began to apply gentle pressure to the barrier between front and back; her surrounding soft walls began to seep. Wanting to be closer to the phenomenon, Prince eased his hand out of his woman and maneuvered himself to where he was lying with his face between her legs. His lower body hung off the end of their king size bed. She smelled heavy, musky, and edible. He leisurely slid the entire front side of his tongue up and down the length of the juicy pink bounty at his disposal.
Beauty was delivered fully awake from sleep into the delirium of passion. It was as though she were in a waking dream. Her husband was doing things to her that altered her reality; yet, despite the surreal quality of her mental state her body was all too corporeal. Prince would not let her turn over as she attempted to do; in her current position, his face was full of pussy just the way he liked it. He increased the pressure of his hold on her, using his thumbs to massage and maneuver the fuzzy lips on either side of his smooth, thirsty ones. With sap pouring down his throat, Prince eased his tongue into the grasping portal of the love of his life.
She felt every taste bud of his tongue sliding against every ridge of her pith. Beauty’s knees bent, bringing her pedicured toes close to her husband’s head. She covered her own head with a pillow to muffle her moans. Prince was quite proud of how he was able to fuck Beauty and make her come just with the strength and flexibility of his tongue. She had once told him it was a totally different experience than having his dick or fingers inside of her, yet she couldn’t really help him understand the dynamics of this unique digit from her perspective. It didn’t matter. He ate her pussy as much for his own pleasure as for hers. Beauty’s body began to tremble when Prince began to softly stroke her aching clit as he continued to lick and probe her clinching walls. Almost immediately, Prince had to withdraw his face from euphoria to keep from drowning as hot fluid filled his mouth and nose.
The sheets were wet from the slick and salty lubricant oozing from Prince’s iron hard dick. Licking his lips, tasting the juice he saw on Beauty’s pussy in the lightening room, Prince again prevented Beauty from turning over. He knew she wanted her tits squeezed and her nipples sucked, but right now it was just about the pussy.
He held her down by the knotted t-shirt she’d worn to bed. Moving in closer, he used his other hand to reach under and raise her ass by pulling up on her pelvis. He swung her up and open. When he was sure Beauty understood how it was going to go, Prince once more grabbed pussy lips and ass cheeks with both hands, momentarily tempted to stick his face back into the glistening pool before him, and laid his dick against the hot pink meat, mixing his juices with hers.
Beauty was crying. The nerves in her body were crackling along her skin as she wiggled her hips in a vain effort to put the dick she felt on her pussy in her pussy. Her nipples were so hard that Beauty could feel them poking indentions in the memory foam of their mattress. Oh, how she wanted them in his warm mouth! Her Prince, speaking the language of his upbringing only truly understood by her at times like these, told her he was about to fill her up. She whimpered and cried more. Prince knew Beauty was on the edge of coming again and he wanted to feel that on his dick, so he put it inside her. The melding of hot, soft and hard flesh was so divine Prince used profanity. Beauty gripped her man with everything she had, carrying them both towards the land of ultimate satisfaction.
Prince had a dick that was long, thick and solid; although it was straight, there was a gentle curve just before his head that could be felt more than seen. Vividly, Beauty felt the tip of Prince’s penis nudging parts deep within her. She arched her back, raising and pushing herself further onto that which staked her. The married couple did not visibly move, but dick and pussy did an independent dance that froze the pair in time, while muscles jerked, twitched, squeezed, pulsed, shimmied and shook. Prince and Beauty initiated their own rhythm that quickly took over all else. As he pushed his tingling dick deep within her sizzling den, Prince held on to Beauty’s ass, loving the way she rocked and rubbed it against his pubic hair.
Beauty began to rotate her hips in a circular motion, screwing herself firmer onto Prince’s digging, throbbing dick. She was losing control of her sense of control, crawling backwards, her body trying to suck in all attached to and against it. Prince pushed on her cheeks and increased his pace, creating an intense feeling of physical fulfillment. Beauty matched her movements to Prince’s, taking his groans for encouragement. Prince released Beauty’s ass, putting his hands on his hips as he pumped into her; freed, her cheeks violently bounced and slammed into him. Prince became empowered as he watched how his fucking made Beauty’s body move all over. Beauty rose up on her hands to better move with her man, using the muscles in her arms to throw her body harder on to his, no, on to her dick. She owned it as she rode it.
With her ass being slapped against his body, Prince had to hold on to Beauty’s hips to keep from being bucked out of her pussy. Reaching forward to clutch one of her full, hanging breasts, he felt the head of his dick hit rock bottom as he heard his wife grunt from her core. The sensations overwhelmed Prince and he ripped her t-shirt, pulling it down to allow a tit to bounce free in his hand. Beauty yelped as she felt his big hand cup her breast, barely holding it as it bounced with each immersion of his dick. Despite what he thought earlier, Prince now longed to put the nurturing piece of flesh into his mouth and drink from it; but, he couldn’t get to the nipple without leaving the pussy and it was too late for that.
When her nipple was squeezed, Beauty’s swollen, silky inner muscles clamped Prince’s dick like a vice; wave after wave of tremors traveled the shaft. Prince released breast, grabbed hair and some of her ass and fell as far as he could into the quivering mass surrounding him. He hunched in a spasm of thrusts that made liquid splash out of Beauty’s body, drenching his balls, dripping off their protective skin. Husband and wife were caught up in a frenzy of fucking that added sounds to those heard through the window. Slapping an ass cheek in a fit of abandonment, Prince felt his dick contract back into his belly and sharply recoil so deep inside of Beauty that he emitted sound in the air while emitting his seed in her womb. Beauty convulsed as her body opened to receive all Prince had to give.
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Sated, yet not spent, the couple rested quietly as the echoes of their love-making filled the room, momentarily covering the audio of life quickly encroaching upon their cocoon of pleasure. As he spooned his wife, Prince felt her twitch against him. Realizing that he must soon become a part of the world outside, he eased himself away from the pulsating body of Beauty, knowing that she would not prevent him from sliding his dick back inside of her throbbing core. Feeling herself completely released by her husband, Beauty blissfully slipped back over to sleep, allowing the sensations of her shivering physique to blend with the supreme satisfaction of her soul. The last thing she experienced before drifting off was the tickle of her mate whispering words of affection and anticipation in her ear.
Originally published February 2011