Longing for More

Ashton was the most skilled man Verity had ever had the joy to fuck.

He teased her first. Fingers barely touched skin as his hands roved over her body, waking up every nerve, preparing it for what was to come.

His lips gave kisses as soft as the brush of a butterflies wing, his teeth nibbled her earlobes, her breasts, her skin.

His tongue tasted her every dip and swell, the pressure sometimes soft, sometimes firm, but always as the situation required, flicking against her nipples and clit, delving between her folds, circling her anus.

Just a look from him was enough to get her wet.

Less than that. A simple text message.

Perhaps it wasn’t all his skill. Perhaps a part of it was the thrill of the secret, of pretending she was texting a friend when really she was texting a lover. Perhaps it was the excitement of the idea of being a double agent, having a secret identity distinct from the one most people knew about. Perhaps it was the joy of finally getting the intimacy she’d been missing out on all this time.

Ashton’s cock was warm and thick, stretching her, stroking her insides with every thrust. His fingers wove through her hair, his lips on hers, his tongue exploring her mouth as he pounded her small frame. It was as though he couldn’t get enough of her, and that too, gave her a thrill, to know she was wanted, to have it confirmed through action rather than having to rely on spoken words alone.

She closed her eyes to focus on the moment, to impress every little thing in her brain so she could recall it whenever she felt down. She wanted to take in all the sensations, his weight on her small frame, his chest pressed against her breasts, his mouth on her lips, now her neck, now murmuring her name as he grew closer to orgasm.

He thrust harder, faster, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, meeting each thrust with her own, as she dug her fingers into his shoulders, gripping him tight, wishing she could never let go.

If only it were like this at home, with her husband. If only he held her tight as though he couldn’t let her go, if only he gave more than the slightest peck on his way to work, the once a week ‘service’ when he groped her a bit and slid his dick in her pussy.

If only he expressed his love so she could feel it, instead of the perpetual guessing as to whether he was simply going through the motions or whether he truly believed the words he spoke everyday, the note at the end of every birthday and Christmas and Mother’s Day card, the sign off of every text.

‘Love you’ wasn’t enough if she couldn’t feel it.

Ashton came, withdrew, and sliding down Verity’s body to tease and suck her clit, bringing her body over the edge.

She even came differently with Ashton, hips bucking, hands clenching either the sheets or his hair, calling his name for the world to hear.

At home everything was held in, moans muted for fear of being overheard, physical movements restrained for fear of beds banging against walls.

“You’re distant.” Ashton observed. “Is everything okay.”

Verity met his gaze. “I miss you.” She hadn’t met to say the words, but now they were out she couldn’t take them back.

“I’m here.” He lay next to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her close.

“I wish you could always be here.”

“I know.” He pressed his lips against her forehead, then pulled away so he could hold her gaze. “You know I feel the same.”

She did.

But there were children and spouses and commitments made before either of them really understood what those commitments could possibly mean. And they both still loved their spouses, despite the lack of intimacy, and how selfish was it to pull families apart purely for their own satisfaction?

She closed her eyes, a single tear escaping to roll over her nose and drip onto the sheets. He kissed her eyelids, her nose, his lips gently brushing hers.

“We still have an hour. We can just lie here, and I can hold you.”

Verity opened her eyes, holding his gaze, wishing she could drown in the love she saw in his eyes.

Her heart swelled, and with it, her libido.

“Let’s snuggle for a bit, and then see where it leads.” Her hand reached between them to stroke his soft cock, a thrill travelling her body when it pulsed at her touch.

He grinned. “Whatever you command.”

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