As he stumbled to the kitchen from the bedroom, completely nude, the corner of his eyes wet from the mist of forgotten dreams, he noticed his cock was hard – and achingly so.
With each step forward to the kitchen sink where sanctuary awaited, his cock seemed to pulsate in a delicious twitch, crying out maddeningly to stop the pulse.
Yet the thought of the water from the kitchen sink, cool and clear and heavenly, was too hard to ignore.
Making his way across the hallway and onto the cool tiles of the kitchen, his hands thumbed for the faucet clumsily.
He found it after the third swipe, finding a spare – and rinsed coffee mug – from the dishrack beside him.
As the water ran sweetly into the cup, he felt the urge come again from his cock, which twitched and bobbed on the spot. His muscles clenched in response to subdue the sensation.
Then he clicked off the faucet tap and drank greedily. The coolness against his raw throat was heavenly, and yet too cold all at once. He had to stop, to breathe – to swallow again to coat his freshly revived throat with his tongue.
Then he felt it – something brushing against his shaft. He jumped at the couch, letting out a startled gasp.
‘You’re always so jumpy…’
‘Did I wake you?’
The velvety voice of his wife came out from the darkness, purring in his ear.
Her breasts pressed against his back below his shoulder blades as her body pressed against his.
In the darkness, she was consuming him, their flesh becoming one active entity.
Her hand seized his cock then – and she began to initiate a rhythm.
‘What…what are you doing?’
He cleared his throat, speaking felt weird after being suspended in sleep.
‘I…have a need…’
Her teeth slid down into his neck as her hair fell over his shoulder.
The bite made his cock twitch. As it resisted against her grip, she let out that beautiful giggle that made him fall in love with her all over again each time.
‘Again With the jumpiness…’
She had that tone about her, he realised. That tone when she comes possessed by something unlike her in any other circumstance. It’s a dark, smooth and deviant voice – commanding, mischievous.
She was right against him now, he felt her stomach tightly snug behind him.
Ahead of him, light bounced from one corner of their new kitchen to the next – a car passing by in the dead of the night, on its own odyssey.
‘You do know any passing car or neighbour can see us right?’ He said.
‘Let them.’ She replied simply, focused on the pulse that was magnifying as the seconds passed.
He was suddenly aware of his breathing, quickened and shaky. He could suddenly feel the soft burst of air across his neck, as she breathed in the darkness.
Suddenly she slapped him – and he realised his hands had a mind of their own, had been reaching back behind to touch what he could.
‘No.’ She said, low and husky. ‘Just you.’
‘But – ‘
‘Both hands on the counter, mister.’
He let out a breath, which twisted out of him into a moan. He knew better than to disobey her.
Her hands felt as wild as the water had felt coming down his throat. She slid the palm of her hand down the length of his shaft, sliding it back while reaching underneath to skim across his balls.
Beneath the rising pleasure in him, he felt that sensitivity jolt through his shaft – and she giggled to herself, no doubt proud.
A dizziness began to fold over him now – dizziness mixed with a feeling of warmth and fatigue.
Sensing something in him, her pace quickened and her rhythm got faster – and faster. As if bracing herself or protecting him, with her free hand she gripped his chest, palm open.
A sharp moan gurgled up his throat and out his lips and he came, shooting his load in quick, short bursts across her finger.
As he gathered his breath, head bowed, she spoke to him softly.
It was strange – was she asking a question or demanding him to. He faced her regardless – and in the fuzziness of darkness, saw her fingers disappear into her mouth as she giggled, licking clean what was hers.
He wanted her, then and there – more than anything. He wanted to look into her eyes as he had his fun with her, as he let her come.
Instead, she grinned and turned from him, her hips swaying as she disappeared completely from view and into the darkness.