Ana
There are a few benefits to being with a man who runs as warm as Cassio does. When you’re cold, he’s a walking furnace to snuggle into, his body temperature transforming your own like magic. He never complains when I slip my freezing cold feet in between his thick and blazing hot thighs, letting me fall asleep with them there if I want.
But the best benefit is how little he wears to bed in order to get some sleep himself. The tiniest little briefs that barely pass for shorts and nothing else. He must have been overheating for weeks when he would hold me at night, wearing a shirt and sleep pants so that he wouldn’t make me uncomfortable with his near nudity.
Now he sleeps on his back, the silky bed sheet only covering half of him, one leg hidden and part of the fabric splayed over his middle. I could watch him sleep for hours, just being mesmerized by his rising and falling chest. He’s so sculpted it’s hard to take my eyes off of him in the daylight, let alone while he’s basking in a peaceful sleep.
It’s a mutual obsession, since I’ve caught Cassio watching me as I wake up on more than one occasion. But it’s not often that he’s in bed when I’m not by his side, making it difficult for me to admire him as much as I’d like.
I never considered myself an obsessive person, but something about my husband drives me mad. I can’t get enough of his sight, watching him whenever he’s near, not bothering to look away when he catches me gawking. Tonight, though, he won’t catch me. He’s in a deep sleep, utterly unaware that I’m standing above his side of the bed… observing.
Being patient isn’t something that I’m usually fond of, but I have the strangest need to take my time. I have Cassio all to myself. I could do anything to him and he wouldn’t see it coming. I could hurt him, or worse, end his life. There’s an unspoken trust between people who share a bed, sleeping is one of the most vulnerable states for a human to be found in.
Even the dark parts of me, the parts I can hardly control, don’t have the smallest desire to hurt my husband. Not the tiniest bit of murderous temptation calls to me. No, hurt is not something I ever want to inflict on this man. Truthfully, all I want to do is play with him—to touch him while he rests and all the control falls upon me.
I like being submissive to my husband, love it, even. I enjoy letting go and feeling all the incredible things he does to my body. It’s freeing, feeling pleasure that’s entirely decided by someone other than myself. But while Cassio is sleeping, a different sort of freedom sings to me.
My hands creep up from my sides, gliding up my soft thighs and caressing the pink nightie I put on after my shower. My hair is still slightly damp, hanging down around the center of my back and my ribs. I’d have dried it, but I couldn’t risk the sound of the hair dryer waking Cassio up. I need this tonight, I need it so badly that my hands itch to reach for him.
Cupping my breasts, the small burst of pleasure sends a shiver down my spine. Keeping one hand over my sensitive tit, I drop the other to reach for my husband. The barest brush of my nails over his exposed thigh causes his flesh to pebble and I grin at the sight. It feels naughty, like I shouldn’t be doing this. The emotion doesn’t scare me, no, it fuels me.
The soft rise and fall of Cassio’s breath is the only notable sound as I delve deeper into exploring his unconscious body. After only a few minutes of my hands roaming all along his warm skin, the blanket covering his crotch begins to lift. His breathing hasn’t shifted at all, but he’s becoming aroused in his sleep.
The sight causes a bubble of enthusiasm to burst, some of my patience melting away. Carefully, I begin to rid him of his shorts, desperately needing to see more of him. Once his cock springs free, all control is lost. Foil packet in hand, I climb into bed, careful not to stir him.
Pushing my lace knickers to one side, I glide my fingers through my slit, finding my cunt utterly soaked. Unrelenting desire claws at me, and I reach forward, petting his cock with my arousal-coated fingers.
I need him inside of me, now.
Hurriedly gliding a condom down his shaft, I straddle his hips in a ravenous rush. I stroke his cock once before lining him up to notch at my entrance. Letting my weight fall, my pussy slides down, swallowing him inch by inch.
It’s so sneaky, so forbidden, and so fucking good.
Rocking on my knees, I start to ride him slowly, not knowing how much I can take while remaining quiet. My skin is covered in gooseflesh, the wispy hairs on my arms standing straight up. I already feel like I could burst, my walls constricting around my husband’s rock hard erection.
I have to cover my mouth to muffle a whimper, not wanting to be caught before I’ve gotten my fill. My hips swivel in a slow, sensual circle, savoring the way Cassio’s cock throbs inside of me.
“God,” I whisper, gasping and continuing to rock back and forth.
Breaths growing shorter and shallower, I lose some of my composure. Every movement becomes more erratic, an undeniable climax approaching fast. Throwing my head back, a silent scream of pleasure aches in my throat. My pussy spasms around his length, clenching and squeezing as spots dance in my vision.
Cum soaks my thighs and drips onto Cassio’s pelvis, but I don’t feel him orgasm with me. What I do feel? His eyes snapping open and his hands clasping around my hips.
He doesn’t take a moment to recover, flipping me onto my stomach with the barest effort. His lips meet the shell of my ear and his deep raspy voice makes me whimper. “Did you enjoy that, Wife? Did you like using my cock as your personal toy without permission, hmm?”
“Yes,” I croak, feeling his large hand snake into my hair.
He tugs the hair close to my scalp, fisting the damp strands into a tight grip. “Yeah? I could fucking tell with how hard you came, darling girl. You soaked me and the sheets, didn’t you?”
Bloody hell, I think automatically. Cassio taking charge after such a strong orgasm has my brain swimming.
His hand suddenly bounces off my ass with a crisp smack.
“Didn’t you?” he repeats firmly, not appreciating my delayed response.
“Oh God,” I moan. “Yes, Cassio.”
“My slutty little wife, using me in my sleep,” he tsks, his voice raspy and dangerous. “What did you think I would do if you woke me up while having your fun, baby? Did you think I’d let you get away with it, huh?”
“N-no,” I deny, shaking my head as much as his hold will allow.
“No, of course you didn’t,” he agrees, quickly spanking me again. Harder, this time. A gasp flies from my mouth and he chuckles. “Did you think I would punish you, Ana? Did you want me to?”
“I-I,” my voice stammers, and my mind whirls as he slaps my ass twice more. I feel some of my release starting to seep between my thighs as I grow more aroused. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking wet.
“I, I?” he mocks, imitating me. “What’s wrong, baby? Is your brain still fried from all of that work you just put in bouncing on my dick?”
“You liked it,” I accuse, wiggling to push my backside further against him.
“My, my, aren’t we feeling bold tonight,” Cassio drawls. “I think I like it better when you’re too exhausted to give me lip, dearest wife. What shall I do about that?”
“Use me in return?”
He groans huskily. “Good guess, baby.”
In a bold and swift thrust, Cassio plunges his cock into my dripping wet cunt. It’s tighter like this, his thick length stretching me further than riding him ever possibly could.
I cry out at the fullness, my scream muffling into the pillows. Cassio shows no mercy, pulling me up by my hair so that he can hear me.
“Don’t fucking hide from me,” he growls. “Every sound you make is fucking mine. Every little whimper and every single scream. Mine, Wife. Say it.”
“Yours,” I whine, gasping as he pulls back and snaps his hips forward. Having my way with him was spectacular, but this… God, I can never get enough.
“Cross your legs, Ana,” he instructs and I quickly comply. His fit inside of my pussy becomes even more snug with the action and my eyes threaten to roll. “Mmm, you listen so well when you want me to pound you into the mattress, don’t you, love? Greedy girl.”
“Yesss,” I hiss automatically.
Feeling Cassio take charge and be rough with me is indescribable. Fire sizzles through my blood with every move he makes, burying himself as far inside of me as he can get. He knows me like the back of his hand, touching exactly where I need, controlling my pleasure like it’s an art he’s mastered.
“You like when I treat you like my little whore, Wife?” he demands, punctuating his question with a hard thrust. “You like when I grab you by your hair and fill your needy little cunt full of my cock, don’t you?”
Gasping, I swallow hard. “I love it.”
I love you, I don’t say.
“My perfect fucking girl,” he praises. “So honest about how naughty she is, fucking me in my sleep. So obedient for taking her punishment after, too. How did I get so lucky, hmm?”
I can only whimper in response.
“You should see yourself,” he says, caressing my scalp with his thumb, still holding a fist full of my hair. “The posh little Moretti wife being properly debauched. It’s unbelievable, baby.”
Blinding pleasure hits me in the gut and I clench around him. He knows just how to work me into a hazy mess.
“It’s so good,” I confess, becoming overwhelmed.
“Fucking hell, Ana,” Cassio curses. “You have no idea how fucking good you feel like this.”
“Cassio,” I whimper, gripping the bed sheets tight. “I’m so close. Please, don’t stop. Oh God, please—”
“You want to come, Wife?” he groans, continuing to slam into me. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
“Please, please, please,” I cry. “I need to, Cassio. Make me come.”
“Since you begged so pretty for me,” he growls, maneuvering his hand under my hip. He finds my clit without struggle and immediately strokes the slippery bud with his thumb.
“Cassio!” I shout, unconsciously humping his hand.
He shifts slightly, causing his fingers to press down harder on my clit and the change in pressure is all it takes. I see stars, voice cracking with how hard I moan. He groans along with me, feeling my walls constrict around his throbbing cock.
Seconds of hard thrusts later and I feel him swell up before warmth floods between my legs. I can’t wait for the day that the condom isn’t in our way, and he can stuff me impossibly full with his hot cum.
When he finally pulls out, my ears are still whooshing with blood and my body feels limp. My poor pussy is swollen, deliciously used and stretched. I’m going to be sore tomorrow, that’s for sure.
“Wow,” I murmur, breathing hard.
He chuckles. “Anymore kinks you want to explore, baby?”
I grin lazily, thinking of our conversation before he went to bed early. I told him my fantasy, and he made it come to life in the most incredible fashion.
“Not yet, darling.”
With him as my husband, I’m sure that there will be more eventually.
Recognizing that he’s stolen all of my energy, Cassio begins to take care of me with little help. He carries me to the bathroom and proceeds to get me warm and clean once more. Putting me into one of his shirts, he guides me back into bed.
It’s not long before both of us are fast asleep.
