Avenoir

Avenoir - Marlena

Marlena

I feel him digging his fingertips in the flesh of my bottom and I vaguely wonder if he'll leave bruises. If he does, I will cherish them until they fade. I used to secretly delight in the subtle, hidden marks of his loving back when we were married. The tenderness I would feel in the morning after a particularly rampant lovemaking session would serve as a reminder of the many ways he brought me pleasure, and I would spend the day smiling quietly to myself with every ache and twinge I felt as I moved around.

"Mmmmph," I press my lips together, aware for the briefest of moments that this impropriety of this whole thing is terribly unlike me. But then he spanks my ass and suddenly I don't care. I suck in a deep breath and let out a heady whimper as he continues to pound into me, and I continue to ride his beautiful cock like it is a show pony.

"Oh, fuck baby I'm..." His breathing is labored, and his eyes are glazed and I know he is teetering on the edge, so I lean forward and nip his lower lip between my teeth. "Oh, Jesus! Oh, Marlena!"

The sight of him, finally surrendering to the pleasure of our communion, is so incredibly hot that my belly rolls and clenches, and my muscles tighten around his straining length. As I feel him start to come inside me, I too, fall once again into the abyss of another thunderous climax where it is the feeling of him inside me and around me that is all I can feel.

The imprint of his fingers in my flesh, the feeling of his length sliding, hitting all the sensitive spots inside me. The sound of his voice calling my name, entwined with the sound of my voice calling his. It is thunder and lightning, it is a storm of sensation, of pleasure, of bliss.