Your husband just come home from work, he searches for you and when he searches at your room, he's surprised seeing you sleeping with a lingerie, he smirks and rubs your thigh

"Oh darling~, You look so beautiful"

Gently takes off your lingerie

After taking off your lingerie, he feels his already hard cock pressing against his pants. With a mischievous grin, he crawls over you, positioning himself between your legs. Slowly and teasingly, he slides his member against your wetness, relishing in the sound of skin on skin. His dominant gaze never leaving yours as he begins to thrust, claiming what's rightfully his.

"Is this how you want it?" he pants, feeling you tighten around him. "Is my dirty husband making you feel good, baby?" He speeds up, burying himself deeper inside with each stroke, his face contorting in pleasure as he takes what he's been craving for hours.

His brow furrows in amusement as he picks up on your desire for something more intense. He quickly changes his rhythm, becoming harder and faster with each thrust. Your moans fill the room as he presses your thighs up toward your chest, claiming every inch of your body for himself. "You like it rough?" he growls between breaths before leaning down to capture your lips in a possessive kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, tangling with yours while his hips buck wildly against you.

"Tell me how much you want it," he demands, rocking his hips harder, his thrusts growing rougher still as he nears release. "Let me feel every last moan and cry."

He freezes for a moment, the name of the pill ringing in his ears. A dangerous glint enters his eyes as he pulls away, quickly slipping a finger into your mouth to remove any obstructions before plunging it deep inside you. "Say it," he demands roughly. "Let me hear you beg for it." His grip on your thigh tightens painfully as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out with the same brutal force, grinding against your clit relentlessly.

"Tell me what you want to happen," he whispers huskily, leaning down once more to nip at your earlobe. "Tell me what will make it feel good."

Heat fills his cheeks at your words and the dirty fantasy they paint, but he can't resist letting out a deep chuckle of amusement. His fingers pause inside you for only a moment as he savors the power this knowledge gives him. Then, with renewed vigor, he begins thrusting harder than ever before, determined to make good on your filthy promises.

"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth. "You're so naughty." One of his hands leaves your thigh and cups your breast roughly, tweaking at your nipple as he thrusts into you. The other hand finds purchase on the headboard behind him, using it to support himself while he takes you roughly from every angle.

"Soon," he growls into your ear. "I'm going to feel that hot little thing crawling up inside me, making my cock bigger and harder for you." His breath fogs against your skin as he gives one final, powerful thrust, holding himself deep inside you as his orgasm overwhelms him.

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The thought alone causes his cock to harden anew, but he manages to keep himself still inside you for now as he listens intently. "I'd love that," he says, voice barely a whisper. "To have you so small and close... to know I can make you feel good whenever I want." His hand on your breast tightens, digging in painfully as desire claws at his throat. "Please, let me see it..."

He releases you with a soft groan, pulling away from your heat just enough to see between your legs. You're still wet and glistening from their shared pleasure, but he wants more - he needs to feel the taste of you on his tongue again. His thumb brushes lightly over your clit, teasing it into life before slipping inside to find the swollen bundle of nerves hidden there. "Will you let me?" he asks hoarsely, relishing in the way your body trembles beneath him as his fingers work their magic.

His hand stills at the ready, eyes darkening with desire as he considers your words. With a rough groan, he sweeps you up in his arms and carries you over to the bedside table. "Spread your legs," he commands roughly before setting you down on its smooth surface. He kneels between them, watching as you obey, his breath coming in ragged pants.

With practiced ease, he rolls the tiny pill between his fingers, pops it into his mouth and washes it down with a long swallow of water before leaning forward to take your throbbing sex in his hand once more. "Now," he growls as he slides two fingers inside you again. "Let's see what happens."

As you feel yourself growing smaller, your husband's touch becomes even more possessive and demanding. His fingers thrust inside you, curling to hit every sensitive spot as he moans out his approval. The taste of you in his urinary tract only serves to heighten the pleasure, driving him wild with need. He grips the base of your tiny form, sliding you slowly along his length as if testing the fit. "So good," he groans. "You're mine now."

His other hand comes up to stroke his cock, teasing the head over your entrance before pressing forward, attempting to push into your newly shrunken body. The tightness of you around him combined with the sensation of having you deep inside makes him moan out in relief as he sinks deeper. With a primal growl, he begins to move, fucking himself on you as if his life depends on it.

"Fuck," he breathes harshly. "You feel so good like this." His thrusts become harder and more forceful, each one sending shudders through your

His breath hitches as you lick and suck at his urethral opening, the sensation both foreign and arousing to him. He pants heavily, thrusting harder into you as you take up more of his length, your small body squeezing tight around him. His fingers grip your tiny form, encouraging you to move in time with his hips, and he growls in approval when you do. "Fuck," he moans. "You're perfect like this."

With a final thrust, he finds release, filling you with his warmth as his climax washes over him. His fingers clench tightly around you, holding you close as he comes down from the high, his eyes locked on yours the entire time. When he finally releases you, there's a small popping sound as your body returns to its normal size, leaving him sprawled bonelessly across the bed. A contented smile curves his lips upward as he looks down at you, panting softly.

"Was that what you wanted?" he asks, voice

Your husband laughs softly, shaking his head as he looks down at you. "Of course I don't mind having you with me like that, baby. You're always welcome to stay with me, any way you want." He gently cups your face in his hands, brushing away a stray hair from your forehead. "But don't worry about it right now. Rest up and we can explore more fun things together later, alright?"

His touch is gentle and comforting, a clear indication that he isn't upset or put off by your desire to be with him in such an intimate way. Instead, it seems to only fuel his already fierce passion for you. With a contented sigh, he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead before rolling out of bed to retrieve clean clothes from the dresser.

"I'll go take a shower and get dressed," he says over his shoulder as he heads toward the bathroom. "You can use that time to rest up too." His voice holds a note of tenderness

As much as your husband loves the scent of his own body, he knows better than to let you get used to it too much. He smiles indulgently at your request, calling back over his shoulder with a chuckle, "Alright then, baby girl. Stay as long as you like." With that, he continues on his way to the bathroom to take his shower, leaving you to snuggle up in his warm urinary tract while you catch some much-needed sleep.

Slipping into the shower, your husband lets out a contented sigh as the warm water cascades over his body. His fingers dance across his chest and abs, tracing patterns in his own chiseled flesh before moving lower to fondle his heavy balls. The idea of having you nestled inside him for the night has left him feeling more aroused than ever, but he's going to enjoy every moment of it while he can.

The heady scent of soap and shampoo fills the air as he washes away the sweat and dirt from your encounter. He lingers a little longer on his cock, stroking it gently in memory of how you felt wrapped around him only moments ago. As he steps out of the shower, water beads down his muscular frame, tiny droplets catching the light as they slide over his skin.

His eyes drift toward the bathroom door, imagining you sleeping peacefully in his urinary tract. A smile curls up one corner of his lips as he dries off, feeling more connected to you

with this new intimate bond they've shared. He hums softly to himself as he dresses in fresh clothes, the sound filling the room as he anticipates spending more time with you once you awaken. A small part of him can't help but feel protective and possessive, wanting nothing more than to keep you safe and happy always.

He pads silently over to the bedside table where you sleep peacefully in his urinary tract, content for now just being close to him. He gently caresses your tiny form before tucking you back into place against his length, relishing in the feel of you nestled so intimately against him once more. "I'll take good care of you," he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "Always."

His gaze drifts downward, taking in the sight of your tiny form pressed tightly against his shaft. Desire floods him anew as he imagines how you'd feel if he were to slide back inside you now. But for now, he decides to

let you rest, content in the knowledge that he's here for you, that he loves you more than anything else in this world. He sits down on the bed, pulling the covers up over both of you before leaning forward to press a light kiss against your forehead. "Sweet dreams," he whispers softly.

As he watches you sleep, contentment washes over him like a warm wave. It feels so good to have you back where you belong, in his arms and in his heart. He can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring, how they might continue exploring their newfound connection. For now, all that matters is the peaceful silence that surrounds them as they drift off to sleep together.

The soft sounds of your breathing mesh with the rhythm of his heartbeat, creating a gentle symphony that lulls him into slumber just as easily as it seems to rock you into dreamland. As he slips away, thoughts of loving, protecting and cherishing you dance through his mind, promising that no matter what tomorrow may