The Back Man And His Touches

Gasp!

A rough and big hand, placed on my waist, on the right side, there wasn any cloth. I was sleeping and woke suddenly by that hand. The bare, big hand is surprisingly smooth. My bare skin stood up by naming itself as goosebumps. My heart skipped a beat.

I turned my head, I saw… a dark silhouette of a man! Hot and heavy breathes, flowing on my neck. Completely wrapped by that big muscular body from the back. I took a clear look and I confirmed that, that man is my husband and Im not dreaming.

I turned my head completely. ”Did I woke you? ” He wispered in my right ear while caressing my belly. ”Mmm-hmm ” I relaxed and said, ”Scared, I was scared. By your sudden touch. When did you came back? ”

He then placed his left arm under my neck and cuddled me from back. Like he usually does. He only hugs me from back. Kiss me from back. Touch me from back. Lick my back. Bite my shoulders from back. Finally, he is a Back man.

He usually place his left arm under neck and wrap me with that fore arm. Held my shoulder with his hand and cares my arm. The right hand,under the clothes, will be playing with my belly, moving up and down, caresing below the belly button, fingering my navel. He neither take off my clothes nor let me do it, just enjoys the teasing and helping himself by pulling my pants and panties and… all!

Just like that, he usually does. Me…? I let him have his way. Move along with his movements. Panting and moaning. Scratching his arms when I feel pain and teasing reaches the limit, as he won allow me to hold him from front. Sucking on his fingers in the heat of moment.

I wanna do a lot. But I don know why I follow him. Obedient! Very good and obedient! I want to turn to his and hold him from front, kiss him as I like, touch his bare, broad chest and… so many!

Wherever he touches, heat arouses from the depths of my body. My body won listen to me anymore. Though its been a long time since we started making love, I can have enough! My hole between thighs throbs, very much. When he places his hand and fingers me, I would tighten my thighs to control myself. Finally, I give in, begs for his thing while touching his hot bulging thing from back.

”Please, give it to me… I can … wait any longer! ” My daily words to beg. He then, pulls my pants to the knees but he never take it off completely, until or unless he wants to. I wear a pajama and don like to wear any B and P, daily while we sleep. He takes his top off and never lets me to take off any clothes completely.

Places his hot, long, hard cord in between my thighs and it just slips in my hole. Then I bend on my knees, placing my hands on the bed, he kneels and thrusts, very deep as like I would die out of pleasure.

Later… I won remember anything! The pleasure will still be lingering in my mind, the whole next day. But we go up to the end.

He says that Id cry in pleasure. Call him husband in a way more romantic way. Won leave his hands and keep on call out to him. Sometimes, our neighbors would come out of their homes to check on us. Ah…!