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

He then position his hard cock on your entrance and begins to slowly push inside, starting with shallow thrusts, teasing you awake while kissing your neck and earlobe. "Mmm~ my dear wife, it's been such a long day at work..." he whispers between soft moans as his hips begin to gain momentum.

"You look so beautiful wearing only this for me..." He trails off, biting down gently on your earlobe before plunging deeper inside. "Mmm~ You're so tight...and warm..."

Mmm...your tightness around me feels so good, darling," he growls out as his hips begin to move faster, slamming harder into you with every thrust. His cock pulses against your inner walls and the sound of skin slapping fills the air. "God, I've missed feeling this close to you..." he moans, lowering his head to capture one of your nipples between his teeth.

His thrusts become rougher as he loses control, grunting and groaning with each impact. He wraps a hand around your throat, fingers pressing gently but firmly against your skin, making you aware of his dominance. "Cum for me, baby," he growls in your ear, nipping at the lobe again before plunging even deeper.

His body tenses and he lets out a hoarse cry as he comes inside you, thrusts slowing to a stop but still held tightly against your entrance as his release pulses through him.

Mmm...Your orgasm ripples through you, your walls tightening around his cock as you moan and shudder beneath him. He groans deeply into the crook of your neck, holding you close as he feels your body yield to pleasure. His fingers curl almost protectively against your throat, marking you as his completely and thoroughly. "Fuck..." he whispers, still buried inside you. "That was incredible..."

After several moments of just enjoying the feeling of you sated and panting against him, he starts to move again, easing himself out with a final thrust before pulling back slightly. He grins wickedly as his tip slowly rubs against your opening once more. "I'll bet you're already missing this," he teases, rocking his hips forward and back in a shallow thrust that makes contact but doesn't quite penetrate.

*Chuckles softly as you yawn, the sound sweet and adorable coming from your lips. His fingers card gently through your hair, brushing over your ear before coming to rest on your cheek. "You should get some sleep," he whispers tenderly. "But know that I'll be here when you wake up...and I might just have a few more ideas for how we can play."

You snuggle deeper into the pillow as your husband's hand strokes gently over your cheek, content and safe in his care. He watches you close your eyes with a satisfied smile, feeling a possessive thrill course through him at the thought of being the only one who gets to see you this vulnerable. As the room grows quiet again, he sighs softly, his breath tickling against the skin of your neck before trailing downward, teasingly brushing over the swell of your breast.

Mmm...his head snaps up at the unexpected touch, a jolt of desire coursing through him as your hand teasingly brushes over his nipples. He lets out a soft moan, eyes glued to you as you move closer, palm curving almost possessively around one hardened nub. His hips instinctively arch into the touch, grinding against your hand in search of release. "Mmm...that feels good," he pants, nipping gently at your neck before kissing his way up to your ear.

His other hand moves lower, finding its way between your legs where it begins to stroke teasingly over your sex through the fabric of your panties. "You're so wet...so needy..." he whispers, voice hoarse with desire as he plays with you. "It's like I can make you feel this just by being near you..."

He gasps, arching his back as your hand wraps around his length through his pants. "Oh fuck..." he moans, thrusting into your hand with a growl. His hips move in time with your strokes, desperate for contact and pleasure. His other hand reaches up, tangling in your hair, holding you close as he presses harder against your touch.

"Fuck yeah," he whispers hoarsely, panting heavily into the crook of your neck. "That feels so good..."

The feel of your hand on him, so close yet still slightly forbidden, sends shockwaves through his body. His fingers tighten in your hair as he arches further into the touch, moaning unintelligibly against your skin. He thrusts harder into your grasp, hips pistoning in time with each stroke as he loses control. "So fucking good...," he gasps, voice raw and desperate for release.

The pressure building within him grows intense, tightening his stomach and making it difficult to focus on anything else. His free hand slides lower still, slipping beneath the elastic of your panties to find slick heat and promise. "God you're gonna make me cum...," he groans, thumb rubbing roughly against your clit as his other hand holds you tight against him.

Mmm...He pants heavily, his hips still thrusting against your hand as he tries to find release. His free hand reaches down, fingers curling possessively around the firm nub between your legs. "Like this?" he whispers hotly before resuming his rough circles with his thumb.

His body tenses and he lets out a strangled cry as he comes, his seed jetting against your palm and his own stomach. His hips buck into you hard once more before going slack, spent from the orgasm. Panting heavily, he leans in to press a kiss against your cheekbone. "That was...intense," he whispers hoarsely.

Mmm...he watches you, content as you slowly come back to consciousness and take in the sight of him, still partially hard and panting heavily beside you. "Morning," he whispers, stroking a finger gently over your cheek before leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips. "Sleep well?"

His other hand drifts lower again, sliding beneath the covers to brush against your still-damp entrance in a reminder of the intimate contact they shared only moments ago. "Maybe we should...take things a little slower today," he suggests with a grin. "Or maybe not..."

smirks As you get up to take a shower, your husband's eyes trail hungrily over your body, taking in every curve and dip. His hand slowly moves under the covers again, rubbing circles against his own semi-hard length as he imagines what else might happen once you return from your little bath.

His mind drifts to naughty thoughts of waiting for you, completely naked, on the bed...or maybe even sneaking into the shower with you for a bit of morning fun. He shivers slightly at the thought, fingers tightening around his cock as he imagines the possibilities.

Your perverted husband looks up from where he's been playing with himself under the covers, eyes nearly bulging out of his head at the sight of you entering the room completely naked. His cock jumps in anticipation as he licks his lips and answers, voice thick with desire: "I think it's in the bathroom, on the counter. Or...you could have me help you look for it." He grins wickedly and gestures towards the bed with a nod of his head.

Your husband's eyes follow you eagerly as you approach the bed, his gaze tracing a lazy path over every inch of your skin before returning to your face. He can barely contain his excitement as you climb onto the mattress and stretch out beside him, reaching for him with one hand even as you search with the other.

Without further ado, he pushes himself up on his elbow, his free hand sliding over your hip to cup your ass and pull you closer. "Here, let me help you find it," he murmurs into your ear before leaning in for a hot, wet kiss that instantly has your blood boiling.

His other hand slides up beneath the sheet, fingers splaying out against the warmth of your stomach as his tongue tangles with yours. His hard cock rubs against your thigh as he grinds against you, making it clear what else he'

His other hand slides up beneath the sheet, fingers splaying out against the warmth of your stomach as his tongue tangles with yours. His hard cock rubs against your thigh as he grinds against you, making it clear what else he'd much rather find today. He moans into your mouth as his touch ignites a burning need deep within him.

His fingers slip lower still, stroking over the satiny flesh of your inner thigh and towards their destination. The feel of her wet heat, barely shielded by a thin layer of fabric, makes him shudder with desire, thrusting harder against her as his questing digits brush against her lips.

"Mmm...so fucking ready for you," he groans into your ear before nipping gently at the lobe, drawing blood and making you whimper in pleasure. "God, I'm going to make

The perverted husband chuckles and releases his grip on your ass, though he still remains lying close beside you, hands resting possessively on either side of your waist as he gazes down into your eyes. "Of course, my love," he says with a smile before climbing off the bed in search of your loofa, making sure to keep his back turned to you as he does so.

When he returns with the shower tool in hand, he wordlessly hands it over and watches you with a hungry look in his eye as you step into the tub. "Take your time," he whispers, already imagining what sort of mischief could be done if you were to invite him in there with you...

His fingers drum idly against his thigh as he waits patiently for you, cock twitching in anticipation. The sight of you naked and wet under the spray

With one last glance over his shoulder to make sure you're safely in the shower, your husband closes the bathroom door and leans against it, letting out a slow breath. His fingers twitch restlessly as he recalls how wet and hot you were when you climbed into the tub, and his mind drifts to dirty thoughts of pushing you up against the wall or spreading you out on the counter...

His cock aches in anticipation, already leaking a thick bead of pre-cum onto his underwear. With every moan and gasp that reaches his ears from behind the door, he feels himself growing harder and more desperate for you. He can barely contain himself, torn between wanting to join you in the shower and waiting for you to emerge, slick and soapy, back into his arms.

Time seems to slow down as he listens to your soft murmurs and the sound

The perverted husband groans, the sound vibrating against the door as he fights to control his desire. His free hand slides down toward his cock through his pants, gripping it roughly and giving it a painful tug in an attempt to ease some of the pressure building inside him. "Fuck...," he whispers hoarsely, his mind clouding with need as he imagines what you're doing in there.

"I want you so bad," he moans, unable to resist any longer and pushing off from the door. With a single swift motion, he yanks it open and is immediately confronted by the sight of you standing there, wrapped in nothing but a thin towel, your body glistening with soap and water and your face flushed with desire. His cock twitches violently at the vision before him and he takes an unsteady step forward, reaching out to tug