Dizzy
       

Last night was…..well…., there are simply no words in the English language that even come close to describing it. I am still flushed and light headed from the pleasure this wonderful man lying beside me bestowed upon my body. I watch him sleep and I feel the wetness between my legs start to form as my eyes take in his naked form. Beautiful.

Our marriage is like a fine wine – it just keeps getting better and better with age. And nothing, absolutely nothing can top the most astounding, earth shattering sex we share together.

We’ve been together for three years now – the best three years of my life. I love, cherish and crave this man more than I ever imagined possible. I am addicted to him. Our hearts, minds and bodies have melded into one - no longer the two individuals we once were. I would die without him, and he without me. We are each others life support.

My eyes flutter and I feel dizzy thinking back to last night. Danny had been out of town for two weeks. Two weeks without feeling his tongue slide across my body, the feeling of his fingers caressing my skin, the feeling of him thrusting inside of me. Two long weeks - 14 days, 336 hours and 20,160 minutes without him. Unbearable.

I maneuver the car to the edge of the curb at the airport’s arriving flights and wait for him to appear. I spot him immediately. He stands out in the crowd with his dark curls, deep chocolate eyes and black leather jacket. God. The mere sight of that man in that leather jacket makes me so horny. He sees me and our eyes lock - want and desire brimming on the edges and ready to spill over into pools of passion. His strides are becoming larger and faster as he makes his way through the crowd. Before I know it he has opened the door and his mouth has claimed my lips and has taken them as his prisoner. I gasp for air as our tongues dart in and out while getting reacquainted. My body is being tortured with an aching need to have his naked form pressed hard against my own. I am drowning.

Somewhere in the distance I hear the faint noise of a horn blowing. I begin my spiraling descent and finally come to my senses. We are holding up traffic. We break away from each other and laugh. He rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. “God, I missed you baby,” he says. “You have no idea,” I reply.

I put the car in drive and we exit the airport. Night has fallen upon us now and the moon is full and bright. It is silent. There is a connection between us and no words are needed. We both know what we want. He stares straight ahead, but his hand has found its way to my right leg. It is massaging, caressing my inner thigh, inching its way higher and higher. I bite my lower lip and let out a breathy sigh. Unconsciously, my legs slightly part giving him fuller access to his final destination. I glance at him and his eyes are dark – his pupils dilated. The corner of his mouth lifted into a smirky, sexy smile – a smile that shoots shivers of anticipation through me. His fingers continue on their way and find the edge of my pink panties. Under the edge they go, but soon stop to play in the field of my golden honey curls. “Ahhh….I am finally home,” he says in a deep, throaty voice. I am to frozen to reply. I look at him. Begging and pleading with my eyes for him to find that one spot that I know is going to send me right over the edge into the abyss. He smiles that smile again and I am loving and hating him all at the same time. He decides to torture me no more and fulfills my wish. His thumb finds my clitoris and begins to rub in a slow circular motion. My head falls back against the headrest and my eyes are glazed over. I realize that I’m am going to kill us both if I don’t pull off the interstate, and fast. The rhythm of his rubbing is picking up and I am desperate to find a place to park. I do, but not before his fingers have found their way lower between my legs. In and out, in and out – dipping deeper and deeper until they have completely disappeared. My panties are now a hindrance. With one yank he rips them off of me and they are sent flying through the air. I don’t know where they landed and I don’t care. He spins my legs around and presses them open with the palms of his hands. I am completely exposed for him to do as he pleases. His mouth is on me – tasting me, devouring me. My head is at an awkward angle against the door and my legs are banging into the steering wheel while my hips are thrusting back and forth urging his tongue to work faster. He glides it across my clitoris sending me into spasms. I can take it no more and I am flying. While I am coming he continues to place feathery kisses on that sensitive nub and every nerve in my body is exposed and bursting with pleasure. I am having multiple orgasms. I am coming hard and I cry out not caring if anyone hears me. Once I have come down, he makes one final loving sweep across my clitoris, finishing me off for good and then enjoys the taste of my juices. His face rises up to meet mine. A single tear escapes my eye and though my vision is blurred, I can see that he is very pleased with himself. He is smiling that smile that makes me think I couldn’t possibly love him any more than I already do. He places a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose and I can smell myself – it turns me on even more. I want him in me now. I reach down to unbutton his pants and he stops me. He leans into my ear and with labored breathing, he whispers “As much as I want to be inside of you right now and look into your eyes while I make you come over and over again, I want to make love to you in a place that’s a little more safer than the disabled lane of the interstate.” It is then that I realize that in sheer desperation, I have pulled off onto the shoulder of the interstate and cars and semis are whipping by us at 80 mph. We both laugh and I pull the car onto the road and head for heaven on earth – our home.

We are home now. He carries me from the car through the front door. Once inside, he puts me down and we are clawing at each other before we can even get the door closed. He manages to kick it with his leg and it slams shut – the loud bang echoing throughout the house. My back is pressed against the cold wall and my arms are pinned above my head. Both of my tiny wrists are being held together with his strong, large hand. He begins his second assault of the night on me and I am once again slipping into the abyss. As his lips suck along my neckline, I begin to think how unfair it is for me to be pleasured twice in a row with him having been pleasured none. I decide to turn the tables. I manage to free my wrists and I drop to my knees. The tile is cold compared to the heat of our bodies. He stares down at me and fists his hands in my hair. I think he is shocked by my boldness. I slowly unbutton his shirt from the waist up – just enough to reveal his belly button. My tongue makes contact and darts in and out, teasing him. I inch on up and take possession of his right nipple. I draw lazy circles around it with my tongue and then gently nip it with my teeth. He is moaning and I’m becoming more and more turned on by the noises he is making. My hands make it to the last button near his neck and with both hands I rip it as hard as I can and the button goes flying in the same fashion as my panties. There is a sharp intake of breath on his part and I am feeling extremely seductive. I toss my head back and my curls fly. I gently push him backwards with my hands. A look of confusion passes across his face, but then realization appears when my hips start to slowly gyrate and I begin to unbutton the top of my shirt. He is mesmerized by my striptease. With the release of each button, I reveal more and more of my breasts to him – breasts aching to be touched. He licks his lips – dry from his heavy breathing, and I can see the light reflecting off of their wetness. He is hungry for me. I slide my shirt off my shoulders and it floats to the cold floor. My nipples are erect and poking through my bra. I reach back and unzip my skirt. Woosh. It falls to the floor. I am standing in nothing but my bra and a pair of high heels. My hair is falling across my shoulders in a mass of messy, tangled curls. “God Michelle. You are the sexiest, most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life.” “Oh yeah?” I say with my most seductive grin. “Well Mr. Santos” I say as I saunter towards him, “then we make the perfect pair, because you are the sexiest, most beautiful creature that I have ever seen in my life.”

Now he’s the one pinned up against the wall and I’m in control. I’m declaring war on his body and I won’t stop until I have claimed victory. I know he wants me, and now. I could see the outline of his manhood, hard and ready, as I walked toward him. But I’m not ready to give in just yet. I want to torture him the way he did me. I lick my way down to the valley of his stomach and tease the button of his pants with my teeth. My fingers work their magic and he is now standing in his boxers. His erection is very apparent and the tip of him is peaking out of the top of his shorts. I flick my tongue across it and a loud moan escapes from deep within his throat. I am encouraged. With both hands, I pull his boxers down at the sides and completely expose him. He is beautiful. His eyes are on fire and they are burning a hole through me. He holds his breath while he waits to see what I have in store for him next. I take him into my mouth all the way to the base and then slowly back up. I hear his head bang back against the wall and his knees are buckling. I tease him relentlessly and then continue my assault on him moving faster and faster with each stroke of my mouth. My tongue is whipping around him, over him, pressing on him. I cup the underneath of him with my right hand – he likes it when I do this. He says it intensifies the feeling. He is mumbling incoherent words now – some I can’t understand – some I can. “Oh God Michelle,” “please………ohhhhhhhhh……..I’m going to come……..now Michelle, now…………..” I feel his whole body tighten, release and tighten again. He is coming and very hard. I don’t move. I remain in place with my mouth around him, my tongue still swirling about. When he is finished, he collapses to the floor, his body limp and exhausted. We are face to face. He grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me to him. “Michelle, that was so……so goddamn amazing. I love you so much Baby, I do.” I smile at this man, this wonderful, wonderful man and say a silent prayer to God thanking him for bringing him to me. “I love you too Danny, more than you know.” We both rise and with what little strength he has left in his body, he sweeps me into his arms and carries me up the stairs to our bedroom for a night of passionate lovemaking in our bed. After my twentieth orgasm, I lost count. We continued to make love throughout the night and into the wee hours of the morning. We had a thirst for each other that could not be quenched.

Now, as I lay here watching him sleep and thinking about last night. I am again fully aroused. I lean into him and whisper in his ear. “Danny, wake up.” He gently stirs, but not enough. I realize he needs some enticing. I gently stroke him and he slowing begins to come to life. His erection is growing and he becomes larger by the second. I grip him completely and my hand starts to slide up and down. Before I know it, he has awakened, rolled me over and his body is pressing me tightly against the mattress.

“Well good morning my beautiful wife. What’s the matter? I didn’t satisfy you enough last night?”

In my most pouty way I say “Well, Mr. Santos. You see, that’s the problem. You satisfied me too well, and now I’m spoiled. I’m afraid I’m going to need to be satisfied on a daily basis from here on out. You don’t have a problem with that do you?”

“Are you kidding me? I aim to please ma’am. I was born to satisfy you and satisfy I will.”

“Well then Mr. Santos, what exactly is it that you are waiting for?”

With that said, he claims my mouth with his and we are once again igniting the fires in both of us. We are beyond hungry for each other, so this time we bypass all of the foreplay and get straight to the heart of matters. His razor stubble drags along my chest in a pleasurable pain that I don’t mind as his lips and tongue suckle on my nipple. They are hard and erect and I whimper with pleasure. He knows exactly how to please me. His own erection is pressing against my inner thigh and I long for him to enter me. I need him to enter me. He senses I’m ready.

“Tell me what you want Michelle.”

“I, I want you Danny.”

“No Michelle. Tell me how you want me. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He presses the tip of his erection between my legs threatening to enter me. I try to press myself into him, but he pulls back.

“Please Danny. I want you inside of me, now.”

“Like this?” he says. He barely pushes the tip of his erection into me, teasing and taunting me. I am beside myself.

“Deeper Danny, deeper.” I am all but begging now. He pushes further into me, but not all the way and then completely pulls out. I want him so bad I’m on the verge of tears.

“Yes Michelle. I’ll go deeper, but tell me how you want it. Do you want it fast and hard or slow and gentle?”

“Danny, please I can’t take much more of this.”

Our faces are so close our skin is touching. His breath is hot and steamy against my cheek. He stares at me straight in the eye while holding my face in his hands. “Tell me Michelle. Tell me how you like it best. I want to watch you explode in front of me. I want to see the look on your face when you come. Tell me which way is going to do it for you. Tell me.”

I am at my breaking point now. I am so hot that I can have it no other way than fast and hard. Slow and easy would put me out of my misery.

“Fast and hard, Danny, now! Now!” I beg.

He can take no more himself and plunges into me with a force that causes my back to come up off of the bed. His arms reach around my back and he catches me. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and he is thrusting and thrusting until we are both dripping with sweat and our bodies are weak. I feel my orgasm nearing and so does he.

He pulls back and watches my face. “Come with me Michelle, come with me” he begs. I oblige and our bodies convulse simultaneously as we scream each others names. Our eyes never part. The feeling is unlike any other I have ever experienced. I am spent.

I am a woman in love and I have just spent the last 12 hours making endless, passionate love to my husband. I become dizzy just thinking about him. We continue to hold each other, him still inside of me. We wake up 2 hours later still wrapped in each others arms – right where we belong. I am home.