In the quietude of their home, the soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound that filled the air. Annabelle, her body curled up like a contented cat, was fast asleep. The sheets were tangled around her legs, revealing her lacy black panties that hugged her slightly thick thighs. Her red hair was splayed across the pillow, a stark contrast to the white fabric. Her green eyes, usually vibrant and full of life, were closed, her long lashes casting shadows on her freckled cheeks.
Darius, his body still buzzing with the day's adrenaline, stepped into the room. His grey eyes, hidden behind his glasses, were fixed on his wife. It had been a month since they had any quality time together, and the longing in his heart was palpable. His lean muscles, honed from years of dedication to the gym, flexed as he moved towards the bed. His large biceps, adorned with a few tattoos, twitched with anticipation.
He couldn't resist. The sight of her, his sweet angel, was too much to bear. He needed to feel her, to taste her. He needed to remind himself that she was his, and his alone. He was possessive, yes, but it was a possessiveness born out of love, out of a desire to protect and cherish.
His hands, rough and calloused from years of typing on keyboards, gently pushed her legs apart. He could see the wet spot on her panties, a clear sign of her arousal. He smirked, his facial hair twitching with the movement. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her glistening pussy. He could smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating, and it drove him wild.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin. He could feel her stir, her body responding to his touch. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. She was awake, her green eyes filled with lust and desire. He didn't stop. He couldn't. He needed her too much.
"Darius," she moaned, her voice a soft whisper in the quiet room. She didn't complain, didn't push him away. She let him do as he pleased, her body arching towards him, inviting him in.
He didn't need any more encouragement. He dove in, his tongue lapping at her wet folds. She tasted like heaven, like sin, like everything he had ever wanted. He sucked on her clit, his tongue flicking against it, teasing it. He could feel her legs tremble, her body writhing beneath him. He loved this, loved the power he had over her, loved the way she responded to him.
He slid a finger inside her, then another, his tongue never stopping its ministrations. He could feel her pussy clench around his fingers, her body tightening with anticipation. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside her that made her gasp, made her moan his name.
"Darius, please," she begged, her voice a desperate plea. He could feel her body tense, her orgasm just within reach. He wanted to taste her, to feel her come undone on his tongue.
He redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving her wild. He could feel her body tense, her pussy clenching around his fingers. He could taste her arousal, sweet and tangy, on his tongue. He could feel her body shudder, her orgasm washing over her in waves.
He didn't stop. He couldn't. He needed more. He needed to feel her come, to feel her body milk his dick. He pulled away, his body covering hers. He could feel her heart beat against his chest, her breath hot against his neck. He kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth, claiming her, possessing her.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his thick, 7-inch dick poised to enter her. He could feel her wetness, her arousal coating his tip. He pushed in, slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. He could feel her pussy clench around him, her body adjusting to his size.
He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers. He could feel her body respond, her hips meeting his thrusts, her body arching towards him. He could feel her nails dig into his back, her body marking him, claiming him. He loved it. He loved the way she responded to him, the way her body moved with his.
He could feel his orgasm build, his body tense with anticipation. He wanted to come, to feel his release inside her. He wanted to mark her, to claim her, to possess her. He wanted her to be his, and his alone.
He increased his pace, his hips thrusting against hers, his body driving into hers. He could feel her body tense, her orgasm just within reach. He wanted to come with her, to feel her body milk his dick, to feel her come undone around him.
He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, his fingers teasing it, driving her wild. He could feel her body tense, her pussy clenching around him. He could feel her body shudder, her orgasm washing over her in waves.
He couldn't hold back any longer. He came, his body tensing, his release spilling inside her. He could feel her body milk his dick, her pussy clenching around him, drawing out his orgasm. He could feel her body shudder, her own orgasm washing over her in waves.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating as one.