Our nightly routine is filled with passion

Our Nightly Routine is Filled with Passion
By Britney Sinclair

Every evening, the clock strikes 10 pm and it’s time for our nightly routine – a depraved, lustful ritual that leaves us both gasping and sated. I lay on the bed, wearing nothing but a lacy bra and panties, as my boyfriend Jon saunters in. His eyes rove over my bare skin, smoldering with desire.

“Now, now my little minx,” he says, his voice a hungry growl. “Let’s get you out of those pesky lingerie shall we?” His hands find the clasp of my bra, undoing it with ease. The lace falls away, exposing my small, pert breasts to his hungry gaze.

I shiver as cool air hits my nipples, already hard little pebbles begging for his touch. Jon leans down, taking one into his hot mouth while his other hand tweaks and tugs at the other. I moan, my back arching off the bed. He continues his ministrations, moving between both nipples until they are slick and glistening. I’m already wet, my pussy throbbing with need.

Pulling back, Jon hooks his fingers into my panties, dragging them down my legs inch by agonizing inch. I lift my hips to help him, desperate to be free of the scrap of lace. Once they join the rest of my clothes on the floor, I’m completely bare before him, my core dripping with arousal.

“What a beautiful sight,” Jon murmurs appreciatively, spreading my legs wide. He drops to his knees, his warm breath ghosting over my sensitive folds. I whimper, desperate for his touch. He chuckles darkly. “So eager. I love it.”

Then his mouth descends on my pussy, licking a long stripe from entrance to clit. I cry out, my hands instinctively flying to his hair. Jon laps at my clit, alternating between broad strokes and rapid flicks of his tongue. He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that spot deep inside. I buck against his hand, the dual stimulation driving me wild.

“Fuck, Jon! Don’t stop!” I keen, my hips circling into his face. He doubles his efforts, sucking my clit hard as his fingers piston in and out. The coil in my belly winds tighter and tighter until I shatter, calling out his name as I come around his hand and tongue.

Jon slowly pulls back, licking his fingers clean. “Mmm, you taste so sweet,” he purrs, a satisfied smirk on his face. But we both know the night is far from over.

He sheds his own clothes, revealing his impressive erection. I feel a flicker of nervousness – it’s large and thick, evidence of how expertly aroused he is. Crawling back on the bed, I roll to my hands and knees, presenting myself to him in canine style. This is his favorite position, and I know it won’t be long before he takes me.

Jon kneels behind me, running his hands over the curves of my ass. He gives it a sharp smack, relishing the way it jiggles. I gasp at the zing of pain mixed with pleasure. He repeats the action a few more times, turning my cheeks a rosy pink.

Then, he grips my hips and notches his tip at my entrance. “You ready for this, baby?” He rolls his hips slightly, the head of his cock pushing in just a bit before pulling out again.

“Ye-sss Jon!” I hiss, trying to press back onto him. I’m slick and utterly ready, my pussy clenching around nothing. Jon chuckles at my eagerness.

With one hard thrust, he buries himself deep inside. We both groan at the sensation, and for a moment he doesn’t move, savoring the feel of my tight walls. I clench around him experimentally, making him groan.

Jon starts moving then, slowly at first but quickly building speed. He pounds into me, the force rocking my whole body. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me back to meet his thrusts. The lewd sounds of wet skin slapping mingles with our moans of pleasure, the intensity rising.

“Fuck me, Jon! Harder!” I beg, reveling in the feeling of being so thoroughly used. He obliges, hips pistoning like a machine. I drop one hand to my clit, rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts. I feel heat licking up my spine, my second orgasm building rapidly.

“Come on, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock,” Jon grunts, his rhythm getting erratic. I’m so close, teetering on the edge. He reaches around to pinch my clit and that’s all it takes. I crest with a wordless cry, my vision whiting out from the force of my climax.

Jon gives a strangled groan, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise as he buries himself to the hilt and stills. I feel his cock twitch and pulse inside me as he finds his own release, flooding my channel with his hot seed.

We stay like that for a long moment, Jon’s sweat-dampened chest pressed to my back, his softening length still inside me. Finally, he slips out, and we collapse to the bed together. Jon pulls me into his arms, kissing my forehead tenderly.

“Goodnight, baby,” he murmurs, stroking my hair. I smile up at him, completely blissed out.

“Goodnight,” I reply softly, already feeling drowsy. This is our nightly ritual, the way we wind down before sleep. Raw, passionate sex, followed by the soft cradle of each other’s arms. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to end each day.

I snuggle closer, letting the steady beat of Jon’s heart lull me to sleep. Tomorrow will bring new delights, new ways to play and tease and satisfy. But for now, this is everything I need. My love, warm and sated in my arms under the covers. With a contented sigh, I let myself drift off, our bodies intimately entangled like they were made to be.