She sat in the darkened room, the glow from the lamp illuminating the delicate white lace bodysuit that encased her luscious breasts. She was a vision of lust, and he was enthralled.

His warm hand reaches out and rests on her knee. He slides it down the smooth skin of her leg and hears her slow exhale. He leans closer to feel the warmth on his lips.

Her eyes close, her lips part. She breathes in deeply as he trails kisses down her neck and across the curve of her shoulders. Her body quivers as his tongue slides over her ear, his hands caressing her waist.

"You are intoxicating," he whispers, his warm breath in her ear, and her body trembles.

She raises her hand to his cheek, pulling his face closer. Her blue-green eyes catch his gaze, drop longingly to his lips, and then back to his eyes. She inclines forward, tongue slipping out between her lips. Slowly, she runs her tongue over his lower lip before catching it gently between her teeth. Mouths open, tongues dance…

He presses into her, his hands cradling her face, and his kiss becomes more urgent. Their tongues intertwine in an intense tango as their bodies melt together. Their needs, wants, and desires are bare and honest, no longer hidden behind masks.

He moves a hand down her neck, along the delicate lace, to cup her breast. Her moan is lost in their kiss as he gently kneads. She arches into him, her need growing. Her fingers work the buttons of his shirt, her hands moving up to caress his chest.

They move in unison, their mouths and tongues still exploring. He breaks their embrace to look at her, his eyes dark and wanting. His mouth moves down her neck, to her shoulder, across her chest, and down her abdomen. He pulls at the lace, tugging it down until he exposes one erect nipple. He looks up; her eyes are closed, and her head is back.

He runs his tongue over the hardening bud before taking her into his mouth. The sound she makes is a combination of a purr and a moan, and her body arches toward him.

She slides a hand through his hair and pulls him closer; her breathing becomes labored. He sucks and licks, teasing her nipple, until he hears her sharp intake of breath, then moves his attention to her other breast.

Her head rolls slowly back and forth as she moans. Her hands move down his body, her fingers lightly running over the hardness straining against his pants. He moans and pushes his hips forward. She smiles and begins to stroke him.

Her hands are gentle but demanding. His body shudders. She unzips him, and his cock springs forward, eager for her touch. Her delicate hands take him, squeezing and sliding up and down the length of his shaft. He is stiff and throbbing, his breath is ragged, and his mouth finds hers.

Their tongues tangle in an intense rhythmic dance. Their passion is raw, the fire hot, and the need urgent. His fingers are clumsy with his haste to get the lace bodysuit off her. When her hands cover his, she shows him where to pull, and soon, the garment is a small pile on the floor.

He is kneeling before her. His eyes drink her in, every curve and dip. Her body is a masterpiece, and he is entranced. He slides his hand up the inside of her leg, his fingers brushing softly over her labia.

She parts her legs further, and a soft gasp escapes her lips. She looks down into his eyes, her hands caressing his face, a smile playing on her lips as he moves between her thighs. He lowers his mouth to her.

She watches as his tongue licks a wide trail from the base of her, opening up to the hood of her clit. He stops there, his tongue dancing around it, before moving lower. His tongue moves slowly on either side of her labia, teasing that sensitive flesh and increasing the swelling of her lips.

She sighs, her hands running through his hair, her body relaxing. He moves back to her clit, his tongue working circles around the engorged bud, flicking and licking, before drawing it into his mouth. Her breathing is ragged, and a low moan escapes her.

"Yes, oh, yes," she sighs.

Her hips move, slowly rocking, and her fingers tighten in his hair. His tongue licks and slides through the wet folds of her sex. He sucks gently, his tongue probing, and she groans.

"Please, yes. Oh, God, don't stop. Ohhhh."

Her hips buck forward, and he grabs them, pulling her onto him. Her back arches and her hands press his face to her. He is relentless, and she is panting, her breath coming in short gasps. She is lost; the pleasure is too much.

"Oh, please. Please," she begs.

Her voice is strained, and he is lost in her; his world is reduced to her musk and salty-sweet taste.

"Fuck me," she demands.

He is startled and looks up. She is smiling, her eyes are half-lidded, and her breath is heavy.

"Now. Fuck me," she says.

She doesn't wait for him. Instead, she pushes herself up and shoves him backward. His pants are half off, and his cock is standing erect. She straddles him, and he can feel her warm, wet sex on his hard, throbbing cock.

He looks up, and she is smiling. She rocks her hips, sliding her wet lips along his length. He can feel the heat and the pressure building inside him.

He wants to bury himself in her, but he waits. Her lips brush against his, and she nibbles his lower lip. Her body presses into him, and she whispers.

"I want you inside me."

He can feel the tip of his cock pressing against her.

"Please."

Her voice is pleading as she slowly lowers herself onto him. Her cunt envelops him, and he feels her heat surround him. She is tight, and he can feel her muscles contracting. She starts to rock, her body slowly grinding herself against his pelvis, then gliding up and down his shaft.

His hands find her hips, and he matches her rhythm. She is slow, deliberate, and torturous. Her lips and tongue explore his mouth, jaw, and neck.

Her body undulates on him, her pussy squeezing and milking him as her pace quickens. She is moving faster, and his cock is slick and throbbing with desire.

"Oh, fuck."

He tries to hold back, but her hips are grinding and pressing, and he can't control the release. It is a deep and powerful orgasm, and his body tenses and trembles.

She continues to move, riding the waves of his pleasure as his body jerks and spasms. He holds her, his face buried in her hair, and whispers.

"I love you."

"I know," she whispers back, a soft smile on her lips.

Then she lies down beside him, her head resting on his chest. They are quiet, listening to the rain and the sounds of the city.

"That was incredible," she says.

"It was."

She looks up at him and smiles.

"What?" he asks.

"I think I'm going to keep you."

"Really?"

"Yes. You're mine now. No one else can have you."

"It's a good thing we married fifteen years ago."

"Yes. Happy Anniversary."

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