Beyond Words

Bonus

🎶Wajah tum ho

Vishurt POV

I love my son, there's no doubt about that, but I love my wife too, and I am wife-deprived. Watching her in that small towel that's barely hiding her body, my mind thought of different scenarios but one thing is common in every of them. Her being a quivering mess, begging me, tears of pleasure rolling down her eyes, her throat dries with the ragged breathing, still, her body wants me, with more need.

I wasn't wearing anything on my torso, just to make it easy for her.

I pushed her against the island in the closet, her breast touching my chest, that perked nipples letting me know how hard they were for me, her towel was on the verge of falling down. My right hand went to her nape, and gripped her roots not gently not hard, just the way she liked. 

I let my other hand do its magic on her bud, circling it in a slow motion. Letting my fingers move on her smooth and soft flesh, and pushing my middle finger into her, just a little.

Her head arched back a small hiss left her plump lips, they looked so inviting, luscious, and edible. The thought of tasting them, having them around my length made my crotch twitch. My nose traced her side neck, her cheeks, her ear, her earlobe, and down to her shoulder blade. 

Her smell has a unique nature, that gives you peace and tingles at the same time. it feels like flying on a parachute, that feeling of being in the air leaves you with tingles in the stomach, the feeling of air that brushes your face, the landscapes beneath you, the feeling of being free.

my lips touched every inch of her nape, neck, and shoulder. every time my lips touched her skin she sucked in air, and her left hand in my hair tighten its grip. stopping at the middle of the collar bone I let my tongue travel from her throat to her chin and stopping just below her lips. 

I let my lips hover over her, just a thread gap, I want to see how much she can resist. In less than a second her lips landed on mine, I knew she was craving this, but I thought not more than me. But I guess Insta reels are right when they said 'Women want it more than men, they just hide it well'. It was hard yet, slow, her lips trying to dominate mine, but not in a rush, as if she was pleading with me with her lips, not being able to resist her sweet request I gave in.

Her other hand went to my nape pulling me close and that made her good-for-nothing towel, that hid nothing fall to her feet giving me access to her whole body, those soft mounds those hardened peaks, her soft, plushy little tummy, the curve of her hips, thick thighs. All of her drives me crazy, doesn't matter how many times I see her, she always brings out that reaction from me. The reaction solely belongs to her.

my bare torso was itching to feel her. just an inch gap feels so suffocating, and all I want is her body against mine molding into one. wrapping my hand around her waist I placed her on the counter. 

"You know what I feel like? I want my hands to slide up your body stopping at your throat and squeezing it, so that your brown eyes turn lighter, and push my middle 2 digits into your little mouth, all while my dick moves in and out of you, painfully slow, but deeper, as you let out your whimper, sweet moans, sobs, and your hands lose its strength holding the marble too tight till you knuckles turn white. I would love to see your eye rolling back as you shake experiencing your high and come down into my arms." 

By the time I complete her hands were already moving to her wetness, that's already leaking. Her legs were wide open falling on either side of the counter giving a full view of my beauty. Her breath turned heavy, her eyes hooded with lust, her body covered with goosebumps.
"let me see you touch yourself.", she was quick to push her middle finger inside her warmth, the way her folds took her till knuckles made me impatient.