Lost in Pleasure

It was our third year together and we'd settled into this routine where every Monday night is reserved for us. No distractions, just pure pleasure. That particular Monday, after a long week of work stress, I came home ready to lose myself completely. She met me at the door with her eyes locked onto mine, leading me straight to our bedroom without saying a word. As soon as we were inside, she pressed my back against the wall and kissed me fiercely, hands slipping under my shirt to trace every contour of my chest and abs. I pulled off her clothes quickly, needing to feel her skin on mine. Her fingers found their way between us, grasping firmly at my shaft through the boxers until I couldn’t take it anymore and kicked them away. She straddled me, aligning us perfectly as she began to ride me with intense, controlled motions. The friction was almost too much, each push of her hips igniting a fresh wave of heat inside me. I reached up to grab her breasts, fingers kneading the soft flesh while my thumb rolled over the tight peaks. She leaned in closer, nipping at my neck and shoulder, every bite sending sharp bolts of pleasure shooting down to where we were joined. I flipped us around, holding her against the mattress as I thrust into her harder, our bodies slapping together with each movement. The room was filled only with the sounds of skin on skin and heavy breathing. When she started to shudder beneath me, I knew my release wasn’t far behind either. We both rode out the climax, shaking from head to toe as waves of pleasure washed over us.